Wang Lang was in Japanese. After hearing Wang Lang's words, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The two of them set up their formation one in front and one behind.

Wang Lang took out a knife from the arms of a strong man on the ground. The knife in his hand pointed at the two of them.

"Trump, come here, I will teach you how to use a knife today."

The two warriors were very angry when Wang Lang was agitated. They were small and energetic. The first one rushed up, and they didn't draw their swords before rushing up.

When Wang Lang was about to see him, the little man suddenly drew his sword.

I just felt that the corridor was illuminated by the sword light for a moment.

clang!

A crisp sound came.

The knife in Wang Lang pressed the back of the little katana sword. The knife in the little katana sword was deeply penetrated into the wall. The little katana wanted to pull out the knife, but he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

"Little garbage." Wang Lang hit the small man's chest with one kick. The small man staggered back, and the middle-aged man in his fifties rushed up.

These samurai soldiers were very strict in their eyes, which was much different from Wang Lang's big opening and closing.

Only after a series of crisp sounds of tinging beads were heard.

Wang Lang held half a knife in his hand. The middle-aged man slowly turned his head. On the wall next to him, Wang Lang pressed the middle-aged man's knife and slashed. He didn't think anything was there before, but now he can see clearly that there are a few words written on the wall.

Japanese.

ご�.

The middle-aged man was furious, held the knife in both hands and slashed at Wang Lang's head.

Wang Lang hid sideways and leaned forward. The half-cut knife in his hand turned around in the palm of his palm. The blade body was pressed forward with an indescribable soft force. The waist and horse were united, the shoulders were moved, and the arms were used to force. The middle-aged man was shocked by Wang Lang.

The little man flew up and pulled out a short knife.

The smaller one is fast, but Wang Lang is faster.

One knife.

The sword was strong and the blade did not stick to the small man's scalp, but the hair above the small man's head was visible to the naked eye to crack a crack, and a blood thread penetrated from front to back on the scalp, without bleeding.

The small knife was still in mid-air, and it was still a long way from Wang Lang.

Everything happened in the flash. It was so fast that the little man didn't know what was going on, and his body was as if it had frozen.

Wang Lang patted the little man's cheek with the blade, which was so scared that he was pale, "Wander Knife, we are your ancestors, let alone you are such a trash."

Bang!

The blade slapped the little man's cheek heavily, and the little man flew out horizontally.

The middle-aged man couldn't get up because of the moment Wang Lang had just taken a break against the wall, staring at Wang Lang with his eyes fixed on him.

Wang Lang slowly walked to the door, browsed with his cell phone, and Dala said, and the door opened.

Wang Lang walked in slowly.

Xia Shuyao's dirty words came from inside.

It is very large inside and the decoration is very magnificent. A place where rich people can come, but the poor don’t have the money at all. It may take several thousand a night, which is enough for many people’s monthly salary.

Wang Lang leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

There was a sofa next to the water bed, and a man sat on it, who was similar to Cao Zhenba, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, staring at the red wine in the wine glass.

There was a gun on his leg, and the muzzle was facing Xia Shuyao.

Xia Shuyao was lying on the bed, tied into rice dumplings, with her hands and feet tied behind her.

"You beat my brother?" Cao Tai picked up the wine glass and looked at Wang Lang through the wine glass.

Wang Lang leaned against the wall, stood there lazily, and his hands holding cigarettes clenched his ears, "You look like you are in your thirties and forties. Is it interesting to bully a girl in your twenties?"

Cao Tai slowly drank a sip of wine, looked at Wang Lang squintly, and shook the wine glass in his hand, "In this world, there are many people who hate him, and it has nothing to do with age. Sometimes, when I saw that one or two years old, I wanted to beat him to death, and that's still a twenty-year-old."

Wang Lang smiled, turned his head and found a place to sit down. Cao Tai from there was nervously holding the gun and facing Xia Shuyao's head. He turned his head and smiled slightly, "You are pretty good at fighting."

"Nonsense." Wang Lang sat on the coffee table, took a fruit candy from the candy plate, peeled it and threw it into his mouth.

Cao Tai sneered, rubbing his knuckles against his nose, "I checked you, it's not clean, it's very unclean. My purpose today is not to catch her, but you."

Wang Lang picked up a bottle from the side and looked at the introduction with only pictures on it, and shook it, "Can this be drunk?"

Cao Tai smiled, raised his gun, and signaled Wang Lang to drink casually.

"Don't be a bodyguard for this little bitch, let alone a security guard. Be a bodyguard for me and work for me. I'll give you five million a year." Cao Tai put down his wine glass and stretched out his five fingers.

Wang Lang smacked his lips, "This thing is really bad. You rich people drink this? Hey, I'll go, it's too bad."

"That's a mouthwash, hahaha, this is stupid!" Cao Tai smiled and leaned back and forth.

Wang Lang spit out the mouthwash in his mouth and muttered a swear word.

Xia Shuyao on the bed stopped struggling after Wang Lang came, and looked steady. After seeing Wang Lang drinking mouthwash, she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Wang Lang put down his mouthwash, "Five million? Don't deceive me."

Cao Tai scratched his scalp with the gun in his hand, "I won't lie to you."

"So, do you admit that you are my son?" Wang Lang smiled dirtyly.

The smile on Cao Tai's face gradually solidified, and suddenly he picked up his gun and fired violently at the bed.

Wang Lang remained motionless and had no intention of taking action. He lowered his head and searched for a row of bottles and jars next to him.

Finally, he picked up a bottle of drink and shook it, "Can this be drunk?"

Cao Tai suddenly laughed at Wang Lang's attitude of not being able to win anyone.

Xia Shuyao on the bed was frightened. She used to experience small fuss, but she really didn't experience this kind of thing a few times. There were a few black holes on the snow-white bed sheets in front of her, and there was smoke on it.

"Drink! Can you drink it! There is red wine here, do you drink it?" Cao Tai knocked the bottle with the gun in his hand.

"I can't get used to that thing." Wang Lang took a drink and rinsed his mouth.

After drinking the drink, Wang Lang smacked his lips and lit another cigarette, "It's not that I brag about you, I won't kill you recently, otherwise I won't reason with you. We have classes tomorrow morning, can we leave?"

Cao Tai seemed to hear a big joke, and his tongue pushed his cheek and tried hard to hold his laughter.
Chapter completed!