Ren Yun's face was still relaxed. The stern man shook his head and said, "Mr. Ren, this is not a threat. I just hope that Mr. Ren can understand the situation!"
"I recognize you Male Gobi! A threat is a threat, why do you say it so politely?"
Ren Yun immediately cursed and said very arrogantly: "If Ling Leng wasn't here, maybe I would compromise... After all, I only have one life, and I don't want to make any mistakes!
But with Ling Leng here, what should I worry about? You can try shooting, I guarantee you won’t be as fast as Xiao Leng’s gun, and the bullets will be accurate!”
Shuang'er, the bodyguards of Group B, their marksmanship is pretty good, but that's all.
And Ling Leng is not only highly skilled and rarely meets an opponent, he also knows all kinds of firearms well, and it only takes 0.1 seconds from aiming to shooting!
Until now, apart from himself, the only sharpshooter Ren Yun recognized was Ling Leng.
The stern man frowned slightly. In Jiejie Club, Ling Leng was the only one who put pressure on him.
Moreover, Ling Leng was the first to show his gun. If he had been willing just now, the Leng Jun man and his group would have all died under Ling Leng's gun.
The stern man looked Ling Leng up and down, but there was still no expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"I have a good proposal!" Ren Yun saw the cold man's dilemma and said, "Both of you, put down your guns!
Why not have a fight with your bare hands? As long as you can come within two meters of Playboy, I will hand him over to you!"
"Okay... put down your guns! I believe Mr. Ren is a man of his word!"
The cold man was overjoyed. He just had to get within two meters of the playboy, and he could reach him in one step!
He was the first to put the gun back on his waist, and the others followed suit.
Since Ren Yun had already said what he said, there was no need for him to say more. Shuang'er, Ling Leng and others also put away their guns.
"superior!"
However, for the sake of safety, the cold man did not take action immediately.
But Ren Yun shook his head and said, "I don't have that much time to play with you! It will only work if you rush within two meters of Playboy!"
"good!"
The stern man frowned, not allowing him to retreat at this time.
He jumped up and rushed towards the playboy.
"Well done!"
"Go back!"
The two fat men, Wang Shuo, wanted to show off in front of Ren Yun, so they took a step forward and blocked the cold man's way.
Seeing this, Ren Yun hurriedly shouted: "You two are no match for him, hurry up!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
Before Ren Yun could finish what he said, the stern man jumped out of the air, and before he could land, his feet landed on the chest of the second fat man, Wang Shuo.
Erpang and Wang Shuo screamed, and the two of them flew out at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Shuang'er and the bodyguards from Group B couldn't help but be shocked.
The cold man's skills were much stronger than they imagined.
But there is Ling Leng!
He still had a cold expression and stood in front of the stern man.
The stern man happened to land on the ground. He looked at Ling Leng and asked, "Are you sure you want to stop me?"
"Yes!" Ling Leng nodded and said in an extremely calm tone: "I advise you to go back...otherwise you will die!"
That cold man could have such skill, but he had to endure a lot of hardships. Ling Leng didn't want there to be one less master in this world!
At the same time, Ren Yun looked at Wang Shuo, the second fat man who was seriously injured and vomiting blood, and ordered: "Ling Leng, take his life!"
The cold and stern man was ruthless and cruel, and Wang Shuo killed the second fat man.
If Ren Yun hadn't carried the silver needle with him and administered the acupuncture to both of them immediately, Erpang Wang Shuo would have died on the first day he returned to Licheng City.
"Ren Yun, you are actually proficient in medical skills?" Wang Shuo said weakly with blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth: "Even I can't beat him... How can Ling Leng be his opponent?"
"Yeah...Wang Shuo is ranked seventh on the potential honor PK list, but Ling Leng is only ranked tenth! Hey, I wonder if there is a back door in Jiejie Club? You'd better escape through the back door!"
"Shut up, you two. You're already vomiting blood. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Ren Yun frowned and drank to stop the second fat man, Wang Shuo.
They were both seriously injured, so it was better to waste some energy.
Ling Leng accepted the order from Ren Yun and said to the cold man very apologetically: "I'm sorry... you can't leave now. My young master wants me to kill you!"
"Haha! Want to kill me? It depends on your ability!"
The stern man laughed twice and pulled out a Siberian saber from his waist!
"ah!"
Screaming, the stern man rushed towards Ling Leng.
At the same time, Ling Leng also moved!
Including Ren Yun, everyone thought that the fight between Ling Leng and the stern man would be very exciting and it would take some time to determine the winner.
But everyone is sorry!
Ling Leng and the stern man were originally one meter apart.
In the blink of an eye, about a few tenths of a second, Ling Leng exchanged positions with him, and then the two stopped.
Ling Leng stood where the stern man had been, indifferent to everything, with his arms folded across his chest.
But the stern man stayed in Ling Leng's position, holding the Siberian saber in his right hand, with an unbelievable expression on his face.
In the Jiejie Club, the lights were dim, and no one could clearly see how Ling Leng and Leng Jun acted.
However, those who know Ling Leng can be sure that he and Leng Jun must have decided the winner.
"You probably have thirty seconds left to live...ask your questions!" Ling Leng said to the stern man indifferently without turning his head.
"What a... such a fast knife!" The stern man also did not look back. His face twitched and he asked feebly: "What... what knife?"
"Oh, it's the same Siberian saber as your knife!"
As he spoke, Ling Leng took out a knife from his sleeve and showed it to the cold man.
The cold man was getting weaker and weaker, and his expression was even more desperate as he said: "Our knives are the same model...you...you are much faster with the knife than me!"
"Yes, so, you die, I live!"
"Then...can you...can you tell me...tell me...who you are?"
Suddenly, the stern man knelt on the ground with one knee, one hand supporting the ground, and the other hand covering his neck.
"Ah...blood!"
"Oh my god...why did his neck suddenly bleed!"
"Stupid! It was Ling Leng who moved his hand! But he didn't kill this kid right away!"
"..."
At this time, even in the dim light, everyone could clearly see that blood was pouring out from the stern man's neck.
Even though the stern man covered his neck with his hands, blood still continued to flow out!
Ling Leng and the stern man passed each other, and Ling Leng slit his throat with a knife.
However, Ling Leng intended to be merciful. The knife did not kill the cold man immediately, but gave him some time to ask all his questions and make him understand.
After all, masters like Leng Jun are rare, so this is Ling Leng’s respect for him!
Moreover, Ling Leng's merciless knife was several times more difficult than killing the cold man with one knife.
Ling Leng turned around, bent down, and lowered his voice and said to the stern man: "I am Yun Yingying's No. 2!"
"Ha...it turns out...it turns out to be the little King of Hell. It's not a loss to die in...your hands!"
After learning Ling Leng's identity, the stern man seemed relieved...