"Bang!"
The bullet whizzed out of the chamber.
At that mont, Xu Fang was only five ters away from Mo Han. No one had expected this woman to have a gun, let alone to act so quickly.
Just as the bullet was about to strike Mo Han’s forehead, his head suddenly jerked aside, dodging it entirely.
Xu Fang was shocked, and with a loud shout, she frantically pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang!
In full view of everyone, Mo Han’s head moved left and right. Not to ntion hitting his forehead or chest, not a single bullet even grazed him.
Instead, the stray bullets hit five or six of Sang Biao’s n behind him, and blood flowed freely.
He Chen was stunned. What kind of supernatural being was this? How could soone dodge bullets at such close range without a scratch?
Go Lao’er, Liu Lao San, and Chen Lao Si each twitched at the corners of their mouths. No wonder that day they, over six hundred brothers, were no match for Mister Mo alone. Who could possibly defeat soone who could dodge bullets?
The captain of the Wen Family Iron Guard, Shi Guan, furrowed his brow slightly. Even with his exceptional martial skills, he could barely see two residual shadows when Mo Han dodged. He lowered his head, muttering, "This Mister Mo has strange techniques and even stranger speed. If I’m not mistaken, he must co from an ancient martial arts family, but it seems there is no ancient family with the surna Mo..."
Jiuzhou was a land full of talented individuals.
Even now, when firearms ruled, the ancient martial arts families were not in decline.
However, these families were very low-profile, often living in seclusion in the mountains, with few descendants walking in the world, so ordinary people had no idea of their existence. Only soone like Shi Guan, a skilled individual born with acquired talents, knew a little about them.
Sang Biao, at this mont, had already fallen into endless regret—why had he provoked such a monster?
Dammit, if he had known, even for ten billion, no, a hundred billion, he damn well wouldn’t have taken this job.
If the onlookers were so shocked, it went without saying how Xu Fang felt in the thick of it.
Her eyes widened, and she stood frozen, as if under a spell.
She suspected that the person standing before her was not human, but a ghost, a god!
By now, the six bullets had been fired, and the muzzle still emitted a thick sll of smoke.
Mo Han, with hands clasped behind his back, slowly approached.
Thud thud!
The footsteps grew louder and louder, and Xu Fang’s heartbeat raced faster and faster.
"Slap!"
Mo Han sent a slap flying her way.
Xu Fang let out a wail, and was sent sprawling to the ground, blood gushing from her nose and mouth.
"I don’t like hitting won, but you are too vicious!"
Mo Han stepped heavily on Xu Fang’s wrist, and with a crack, it broke.
Before Xu Fang could let out a wail, Mo Han broke her other wrist with another stomp.
With a thud, Mo Han kicked Xu Fang aside.
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
Xu Fang lay on the ground in agony, looking at Mo Han with eyes spitting fire. She wished she could tear into his flesh and dismantle his bones.
But Mo Han didn’t even spare Xu Fang a glance. He turned around, his gaze cold as he swept over the two hundred or so n Sang Biao had brought, and said indifferently, "Anyone else want to challenge ?"
His tone was neither heavy nor light, unhurried and unstressed, yet it struck the ears of the onlookers like thunder on a calm day.
"I surrender!"
"I surrender!"
With a rustling sound, over two hundred n instantly dropped their weapons, raised their hands high, and knelt down stiffly.
Joking, right? Outside, there were more than a thousand n, and their two hundred weren’t worth squat.
And they knew they were facing a killing god who could dodge bullets. Only soone with a death wish would pick a fight with that killing god.
Always priding himself on being shrewd, Sang Biao forced himself to remain calm.
The situation now was that Xu Fang was done for, the Cao Family was done for, and he himself would be dragged down by Xu Fang.
No, if he did nothing now and simply surrendered, even if he didn’t die, he would be crippled.
His eyes darted around as his brain raced.
Seeing Xu Fang struggling to her feet, Sang Biao’s eyes lit up.
This was going to be his declaration of surrender!
With that thought, he turned around, fished out a dagger from his waistband, and stabbed at the abdon of the rising Xu Fang.
Rip!
The dagger viciously pierced Xu Fang’s belly. She looked up, holding the dagger with both hands, her face filled with disbelief as she stared at Sang Biao.
"Miss Xu, I have no choice. If you don’t die, I can’t live," Sang Biao said with a sinister smile as he forcefully pulled the dagger sideways.
Whoosh!
Blood poured from Xu Fang’s lower abdon down her hands.
Xu Fang’s eyes bulged, blood spurting from her mouth as she tightly gripped the hilt, mumbling sothing.
"Stinking woman, still cursing with your dying breath?" Sang Biao snorted coldly, pulled out the dagger, and began stabbing Xu Fang’s body violently.
After a dozen seconds, Xu Fang’s hands loosened, and she lay motionless on the ground, her eyes still wide open, never closing.
To the very end, she had not expected that the one to kill her wouldn’t be Mo Han, but her partner in cri—Sang Biao.
After killing Xu Fang, Sang Biao threw down the dagger, wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, and scurried over.
"Mister Mo? I’m Sang Biao. It was this damned woman who goaded into going against you," Sang Biao said obsequiously.
"I have now corrected my wrong and killed this damned woman. I beg you, please spare for my genuine repentance!"
Mo Han held his head high, looked at Sang Biao dispassionately, and suddenly threw a slap in his direction.
Slap!
"Who told you to kill?!!!"
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