Driver of The Beautiful CEO Chapter 47: Just right

I don't know when Liu Yanbo had a fruit knife in his right hand.

The knife is three inches long and shimmers with cold light.

This ordinary fruit knife can be seen everywhere in daily life. At this moment, it seems to be infused with vitality, as sensitive as a snake, and bloodthirsty like a devil.

Liu Yanbo is wearing a pair of generous leather gloves, but this seemingly unhandling fruit knife looks like it grows on his hand.

Human swords are one, he swishes the sword as he pleases--

In addition to Jiuye and the old ghost, there are eight people alive in the "Undercurrent", and three of them are holding pistols in their hands.

This living room is very large, and there are probably dozens of flats. It’s okay for a group of people to talk about the mountains, but it’s a bit small when used for life-and-death struggles.

In the crowded space, the role of the gun is not great.

At first, Liu Yanbo's reaction was really scary, and he didn't give them a chance to aim at all;

Secondly, they occupy the disadvantage of a large number of people and are easy to accidentally hurt them.

They are all old fritters on the verge of life and death, and weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.

The three gunmen of the "Undercurrent" put away their pistols at the same time, drew out short knives and rushed towards Liu Yanbo with the other four knives.

The nine of them can be sent to rescue the prince of the "undercurrent". Of course, they are all excellent. Especially one of them, an old man who is about the same age as Jiuye, looks amazing and looks extraordinarily strong.

He is sitting on the sofa, holding a small purple sand teapot in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

He neither participated in the attack nor looked up at his dead companion, and even from beginning to end, he didn't even look at Liu Yanbo.

This calmness is even worse than Jiuye.

Liu Yanbo had noticed the old man a long time ago, but he just glanced at it casually and didn't care.

In the world of killers, those who live to the end are equipped with self-confidence.

He will be the one who will live to the end.

Cut through the wretched man's throat, Liu Yanbo's movements didn't stop a bit, his left foot didn't touch the ground, and his right foot slammed out like a spring.

Seven people, seven directions, shot almost at the same time, all at a speed that is about to come in a blink of an eye.

Some people leaped up, some people squatted down...

Seven knives pierced Liu Yanbo's face, nape, left waist, right armpit, thigh, ankle, and Zhengxin.

Faced with this seamless attack, Liu Yanbo did not retreat but instead moved forward. Before they could complete the final offensive, he took the lead.

Huh~

The blade broke through the air.

Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand. He was like a spinning top that was anxiously beaten, turning out a series of afterimages, which happened to be seven.

Puff~

A column of blood spurted from the throat of the person in front of each afterimage, and it sprinkled into the sky like a fountain.

The same technique was all killed by a single blow.

This time there are seven.

There is a violent storm outside the house, and a **** storm inside.

Bang~Bang~

The old ghost raised his hand with two shots. He wanted to kill with one shot, and with one shot to block Liu Yanbo's theoretical next attack direction.

Yes.

The sharpshooter who had followed Jiuye Thirty One had lost his previous confidence. After firing two shots in a row, he was ready to fire a third shot.

In the heart of the old ghost, Liu Yanbo seems to be able to avoid these two shots.

The afterimage is still there, but the person under the blood rain has disappeared.

The old ghost had not had time to fire the third shot, and a cold light flashed in front of him. He only felt the sudden pain in his wrist holding the gun. When he saw it clearly, his hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground.

The old ghost snorted, resisting the pain of his broken wrist and retreated quickly, trying to retreat to the side of Jiuye who was out of the battle.

Wow~

The cold light broke through the air and plunged into the heart of the old ghost fiercely.

Boom~

The old ghost's dilated pupils didn't even have time to show the fear of death, he had fallen straight back and fell at the feet of Jiuye.

Another one died.

Liu Yanbo finally stopped and stood at the position where the old ghost was shooting. He squinted his eyes and looked at Jiuye. The corner of his eyes glanced at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa. .

Jiuye didn't carry his hands anymore, and the old man didn't drink tea anymore.

In less than a minute, nine people were killed in a row.

Liu Yanbo is worth arousing their high level of vigilance, even fear.

"Who are you on earth?"

Jiu Ye's voice is gloomy, and his eyes are cold and staring at Liu Yanbo. As for the old ghost who fell under his feet, he didn't even look at it.

What about after thirty-one years?

His ninth master, the first generation, nostalgia and sadness? He had no idea what these were.

Furthermore, now is not the time to be sentimental.

For many years, it has been a long, long time, no one feels so dangerous to him, even more dangerous than all the dangers he has faced in the past combined.

He never believed that the young man in front of him was just a taxi driver.

"What can you do if you know? What can you do if you don't know?" Liu Yanbo asked rhetorically.

Now it’s a situation of endless death, no matter who is who, there will be no second way. Is it meaningful to ask?

Liu Yanbo shook his head and asked faintly: "Now there are only two old guys left. Are you going together or one by one?"

His words were too hurtful, hurting Jiuye's self-esteem.

In an instant, a terrifying killing intent erupted from Jiuye. He went straight to Liu Yanbo and said in a cold voice: "You are indeed very strong, but I don’t have to be lucky enough to have my position today. Yes, you are not the first person who wants to kill me~IndoMTL.com~ will not be the last."

His Jiuye was able to have today because of his own ability.

A few decades ago, what we played in the arena is not the current killing without blood, it is the real era of fighting with white knives and red knives.

Being able to blaze a trail from that dark age to the pinnacle of life, the combat power of his nine masters absolutely can withstand the challenge. Even in recent years, he has not never killed a killer who is ranked top in the world.

The combat power that Liu Yanbo showed was terrifying enough, but in Jiu Ye's mind, he was just a young man with a little ability and frivolousness. It was dangerous, but not to be feared.

Liu Yanbo stood on the spot, with a smile on the corner of his mouth under the mask: "I hope your strength is worthy of your confidence."

Jiuye went faster and faster. When he reached a distance of about two meters from Liu Yanbo, his right hand shook, and a Hidden Blade fell into his hand and pierced straight.

Wow~

Just when Jiuye was about to pierce Liu Yanbo's eyes, the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally made a move, and a fatal flying knife took Liu Yanbo's heart directly.

Liu Yanbo turned sideways slightly and shot again. His movements didn't seem to be fast, he didn't have the dazzling afterimages before, just--

His right hand has five fingers like a hook, clasping Jiuye's wrist. The left hand was like a pliers, and the **** and index finger caught the killing knife behind him.

Neither fast nor slow, it's just perfect.

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