C93 Elite
C93 Elite
"Guard Feng, go, bring up the big screen!" Lu Qing had already spoken. Zhou Yunhai hurriedly said to Zhou Shoufeng.
"Yes sir!" Zhou Shoufeng nodded his head heavily. He quickly walked towards the back of the hall and returned with a LCD screen that was about fifty inches in length.
And on the screen, it displayed the scene of the front yard and the middle hall with incomparable clarity!
The screen was placed on the coffee table. Zhou Yunhai and Lu Qing were facing each other on the screen. The two of them had a cup of tea and looked at the screen.
As for Zhou Shoufeng, Zhou Shenteng, and the others, they stood behind the two and also stared at the screen with shining eyes.
In the front yard.
Jiang Xiaobai suddenly raised his head as if he felt something. He looked at the monitor and said, "Old thing, I've brought you the coffin!"
Although Jiang Xiaobai's voice was not loud, and was not audible over the screen, the mouthpart was very clear.
Zhou Yunhai's expression turned slightly ugly.
He was already old, and he didn't have much time left to die. He was the one who was most afraid of people mentioning the word "die" in front of him, and Jiang Xiaobai …
He directly delivered a coffin.
Zhou Yunhai's angry breathing became rough and heavy. He squinted his eyes and stared at Jiang Xiaobai on the screen. The killing intent was dense to the point of materialization.
The same second.
In the front yard.
Jiang Xiaobai didn't put down the coffin on his shoulder. Instead, he glanced at the fifty men in black in front of him and asked lightly, "I don't like to talk nonsense. I only want to ask, do you choose to live or die?"
The answer to Jiang Xiaobai's question was silence, and the killing intent and greed in Jiang Xiaobai's voice became stronger and stronger …
As long as they could kill Jiang Xiaobai, the amount of money they would be able to get would be very, very large.
Besides, Jiang Xiaobai was only one person, how powerful could he be?
The next moment.
Jiang Xiaobai moved!
He did not say another word as he turned into an arc and disappeared into the crowd of fifty men in black.
Following Jiang Xiaobai's movement, the fifty men in black did not panic at all.
Almost every single one of them reacted in an instant. They raised the rubber rollers in their hands and their eyes quickly flashed, capturing Jiang Xiaobai's shadow. They were ready to smash him with their sticks at any time.
After a blink of an eye.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
A dull vibration suddenly rang out. It was incomparably ear-piercing in the quiet front yard. After Jiang Xiaobai moved into the crowd, he did not make any unnecessary movements. He just carried the coffin and crazily smashed it!
The coffin was made of mahogany, and weighed more than a thousand jin. Normally, it would require at least ten ordinary people to carry it.
But in Jiang Xiaobai's hand, it was like a feather. He hugged his arm and waved it around violently.
The visual effects were truly amazing!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
The red shadow of the coffin rippled in the air, bringing with it a scorching mist of blood.
The coffin plate was too heavy. Basically, any contact with a black-clothed man would cause that black-clothed man to be blown away. His entire body was covered in blood from the impact. After he fell to the ground, he remained motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
As for the rubber rollers in the hands of those men in black, although they smashed towards Jiang Xiaobai as much as possible, on the one hand, Jiang Xiaobai was too fast for them to catch his shadow.
On the other hand, Jiang Xiaobai used the huge coffin as a shield to block. Although the rubber rolls were powerful and powerful, they didn't hit Jiang Xiaobai after a hundred breaths.
On the other hand, Jiang Xiaobai was like a god of death descending upon the world. Not only did he not exhaust any physical strength, his speed was even faster. He held the coffin with both of his hands and the strength he wielded became greater and greater.
Before long, Jiang Xiaobai's entire body was covered in blood. Of course, none of it was his own blood.
Suddenly. Jiang Xiaobai stopped!
In the front courtyard was a world of blood ….
"Bang!"
Then, Jiang Xiaobai stomped on the coffin viciously.
Cracking sounds could be heard as cracks appeared on the floor of the front courtyard. In the blink of an eye, it was as large as a turtle shell.
At the same time, the remaining thirty or so black-clothed people in the surroundings all had ghastly pale faces and ashen faces. Their eyes were filled with terror, and although they weren't ready to turn around and flee, they were still fiercely trembling.
In less than a hundred breaths!
Jiang Xiaobai had taken out more than twenty people by himself. After all, all of them were capable of fighting one against ten people!
Terrifying!
Too terrifying!
It was like a dream.
Jiang Xiaobai stood there with one hand holding the coffin, breathing, face, and eyes unchanged. He looked at the nearly thirty remaining men in black standing around him quietly, and his throat started rolling as he spoke.
"The battle has only just begun and you're already afraid?!"
Jiang Xiaobai was goading them.
His blood was boiling, and his killing intent was dense …
However, the black-clothed men in front of him were too weak, so weak that he had a feeling that even though he had all the strength in his body, he could not release it to his heart's content.
He hoped that these ants would go crazy, fight with their lives on the line, and be stronger.
However, facing Jiang Xiaobai's sarcasm and provocation, not one of the remaining thirty-odd men in black dared to retort, and not one of them dared to take the initiative.
"Or could it be that this coffin that was given to that old thing was too powerful and scared you all?" Jiang Xiaobai snorted in disdain and let go of his hand!
Bang...
Jiang Xiaobai let go of the coffin and it fell heavily to the ground. The already cracked ground was smashed into pieces and a cloud of dust was blown away.
The terrifying aura scared the thirty or so black-clothed men who were still standing, and all of them subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Now, I am bare-handed. I don't need the coffin, okay?" Immediately after, Jiang Xiaobai's peaceful face turned ferocious and he moved again.
This time, the speed was even faster, so fast that only a shadow could be seen.
Without using any martial skills, Jiang Xiaobai only used his fists. A pair of fists that could reach 8000 jins in pure strength.
whoosh whoosh whoosh … *
Fist imprints crisscrossed as the fists were powerful and unstoppable. In an instant, the entire front yard's temperature seemed to have been scorched by the fists, causing people to be unable to breathe. This terrifying and dangerous aura was like bullets that had shot into their hearts one after another.
Instantly, an inexhaustible fear filled his entire body, causing his heart to feel as though it was about to explode.
In the blink of an eye.
Jiang Xiaobai, here he comes! His entire body was like the wind and thunder, his movements were like a shadow, and his movements were like a dragon. From his appearance, it was as though he had teleported. From time to time, he would move about, and from time to time, he would stop in front of a certain black-clothed person.
When he moved his feet, Jiang Xiaobai's fist was just accumulating energy, sliding in the air.
When their steps were still, they stood in front of a certain black-clothed person and punched their necks, chests, and other locations with their fist that was already filled with strength.
Another hundred breaths later.
Jiang Xiaobai stopped again.