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- He Zhejiang's face changed with horror. He was frightened.
¡° All of He Zhejiang¡¯s men were lying on the ground, not even a bullet was fired, but Zhao Yang was still standing in front of him, without even a single footprint on his clothes. What you see before your eyes may seem a bit unbelievable, but it is the fact.
Fang Yuting was overjoyed and immediately approached Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang took a step forward, approached He Zhejiang, and said, "Your men have fallen. What are you going to do now?"
"Don't be arrogant, there are still my people outside, you can't get out of here." He Zhejiang thought that he still had people guarding outside, so he kept calm and refused to admit defeat.
Of course, there was another reason. He Zhejiang turned his head and glanced at the balcony on the second floor of a small building in the backyard. There was a table there, and two young people in their twenties were sitting there drinking tea and watching at the same time. Watching what happened in Zhao Yang's pavilion was like watching a play.
He Zhejiang still has absolute self-confidence. Most of it comes from a short-haired man sitting on the second floor drinking tea. He knew that the man had an extraordinary background, that his abilities were truly superb, and that he possessed unique skills that ordinary people could not see often.
He Zhejiang thought that no matter how powerful Zhao Yang was, as long as that person took action, he could definitely kill Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang followed He Zhejiang's gaze and spotted the two people sitting on the second floor drinking tea, although his heart moved. But don't worry too much, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and earth.
Zhao Yang snorted, moved his figure, and disappeared with a flick of the brush.
He Zhejiang felt that his eyes were blurred. As soon as Zhao Yang's figure disappeared, he couldn't react at all.
Zhao Yang had already picked up a pistol on the ground and appeared next to He Zhejiang. The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against He Zhejiang's head, and then he said: "Then let me lend you to take us out. I want to see if you survive." For one life, no one dares to stop us."
Once Zhao Yang controlled He Zhejiang as a hostage, he called Fang Yuting and said, "Let's go."
Fang Yuting nodded immediately and followed Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang glanced at the two people drinking tea on the second floor again, frowned slightly, and after thinking about it, he handed the pistol into Fang Yuting's hand and asked Fang Yuting to hold the gun against He Zhejiang's head and lead the way.
He Zhejiang has a gun pointed at his head. Anyone who is not afraid of being shot must have lost his temper and can only open the way in front of him honestly. Suddenly, the situation was reversed. The person who was still arrogant before was soon held at gunpoint.
Zhao Yang and the others walked slowly and quickly reached the outside of the corridor. Above was the balcony on the second floor, where the two young men were sitting leisurely drinking tea.
Suddenly, the man in the white shirt spoke, and said to the short-haired man opposite: "You saw clearly just now, what is this man's skill like?"
The man in the white shirt pointed at Zhao Yang and said to the man with short hair. They were talking about Zhao Yang.
Hearing this, the short-haired man said: "It's very good, but I don't know how powerful it is without trying it myself."
The man in a white shirt held the tea cup and said, "It seems that there are some capable people around Fang Qingwen. I just came to take a look, but it was interesting."
At this time, Zhao Yang and Fang Yuting pressed He Zhejiang down to the second floor. Suddenly, He Zhejiang shouted towards the second floor: "Young Master Zhao, help me."
The man in the white shirt raised his eyebrows, probably a little displeased.
The short-haired man asked him, "What are Mr. Zhao's plans?"
Young Master Zhao thought for a moment and then spoke, saying: "Since we sat here to drink tea and watch the show, it would be a bit too stingy to remain unmoved. Don't you also want to try that person's skills? Just go down and take a look. As for He Zhejiang, we don¡¯t necessarily want to save him."
"Okay, I'll give it a try first."
The short-haired man immediately knew what Young Master Zhao meant. He wanted to test Zhao Yang, but he didn't stand up. He turned over an empty cup on the table, poured a cup of tea, and held it up.
¡°Stay, I¡¯ll treat you to a cup of tea.¡± The short-haired man suddenly flicked his fingers, and whoosh, a full cup of tea flew towards Zhao Yang.
Um? Zhao Yang stepped forward in one step and looked at the teacup that flew towards him with a swish sound. It was also just a flick of his finger, but Zhao Yang did it through the air.
"We've had it, drink it yourself slowly!" Before a cup of tea came close to Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang pointed his finger in the air and flicked it back easily.
With a flick in the air, the short hair was suddenly shocked.?Standed up and stared at Zhao Yang, the teacup flew towards him again. He smashed the teacup into pieces with one flick.
The short-haired man walked to the edge of the balcony and looked at Zhao Yang below from above.
Zhao Yang could also see the short-haired man more clearly. On his back, the short-haired man was carrying something wrapped with a strip of cloth. It was a long strip. As soon as Zhao Yang guessed it, he felt that it looked very much like a long sword.
The short-haired man looked at Zhao Yang, his eyes shining brightly, and suddenly his body jumped down from the balcony on the second floor.
When he was in the air, one of the thick thighs of the short-haired man stretched straight, and he directly used the force of his fall from the second floor to press down on the top of Zhao Yang's head.
¡°Hmph, Zhao Yang snorted. Even if the short-haired man jumped from the second floor and borrowed the strength of his fall, Zhao Yang would no longer argue, and he would not take a step back.
Seeing the short-haired man's thigh approaching quickly, the fluctuation of power came first. Zhao Yang's expression remained unchanged, his hands shook, and he crossed them over his head to protect him. His soul power vibrated, and his arms suddenly emitted a lavender light.
As soon as Zhao Yang finished his move, the short-haired man's kick came down at the same time. Bang, the short-haired man's legs collided with Zhao Yang's hands.
Boom, a rush of energy, like a blow of wind. Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, the thick floor beneath his feet where Zhao Yang stood, and everything broke, and Zhao Yang's feet sank into the ground.
"Get out of my way." Zhao Yang's crossed arms suddenly shook, and when he lifted them up, he was about to lift the short-haired man away.
The short-haired man's body was very flexible. Zhao Yang thought about overturning him, but he just took advantage of it.
The short-haired man¡¯s body was still in the air, so he did an inverted somersault, then relieved his strength, and landed safely on the ground.
"Awesome, the reaction is really fast." Zhao Yang immediately praised in his heart.
"Hit." The short-haired man shouted, waved his fists, and rushed towards Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang saw that the short-haired man¡¯s fist also had power fluctuations,
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