When Yan Shuangying Smiled, Life and Death Were Uncertain

"Duan Shuiliu! Are you crazy?!"

Yang Liqing's startled shout still echoed in the passageway, and a strong wind had already reached her nose.

She never expected that this usually foul-mouthed and arrogant colleague would suddenly resort to violence.

The chop to his throat was already imminent.

In the critical moment, Yang Liqing touched the ground with her toes and leaned back.

At the same time, he drew his baton from his waist and held it horizontally in front of his chest as a rigid stance.

Yang Liqing's hand went numb from the shock, and she stumbled back three steps.

"I thought I was some kind of top female agent from the 749 Bureau, but it turns out I'm just a pretty face who can't even stand up straight!"

"What kind of bullshit masters are you! You're not even worthy to carry my shoes in front of my senior brother in karate!"

Yang Liqing shook her hand and held the baton upside down in her hand.

"Duan Shuiliu, wake up! You've been mentally attacked!"

"Ambush? Don't try to fool me with that childish nonsense!"

With wide, Duan Shuiliu, Duan Shuiliu delivered a powerful whip kick towards Yang Liqing.

"My mind is crystal clear! I've never been this clear-headed before!"

Yang Liqing raised her baton to block, but was kicked back two meters. "Look at yourself now, you're a complete wreck! Where is the sanity of a martial artist?!"

"What are you all saying about me behind my back? Do you really think I'm deaf and can't hear it?!"

Duan Shuiliu's left hand, with its five fingers hooked, grabbed at her collarbone, while his right hand, with a knife-like motion, plunged straight into her heart; every move was a deadly strike aimed at killing her.

"Who does that pork seller Ling Ling Qi think he is!"

"He carries around a broken kitchen knife all day, acting all high and mighty, and those blind old geezers in the bureau actually promoted him to director!"

"And that Ling Ling'er the black trench coat behind him, what's with the pretentious act!"

"He doesn't even look at me properly during meetings, what makes him qualified to be the team leader?!"

"Today I'll slaughter you all and bury you under this desert!"

"When I get back to the station, I'll say it was the Silver Peak Consortium that did it, and then I'll be Duan Shuiliu top dog in the 749 Bureau!"

Having said that, the smug Duan Shuiliu lunged forward and launched an attack on Yang Liqing.

Yang Liqing was completely speechless; this kid was truly stubborn.

I'll just leave it at that; I can't be bothered to argue with him.

Still dare to talk about Ling Ling'er and Ling Ling Qi?

Sing Sing is petty and narrow-minded. Even if you taught him Japanese for a while, he'll still beat you up.

With a sigh, Yang Liqing was just about to retaliate when a figure suddenly crashed into her from the side.

It's Tony!

This usually ruthless and taciturn thug in a suit didn't even bother to offer any advice when he saw the Duan Shuiliu and the water flowing back.

They opted for physical suppression.

He'd had a grudge against this guy for a while, and this was the perfect opportunity to beat him up.

"Roll!"

Tony took two running steps, pushed off the ground with both feet, and launched himself into the air with his right knee, delivering a Muay Thai-style jumping knee strike right in front of him.

The Duan Shuiliu, which originally intended to attack Yang Liqing, was instead ambushed.

The knee strike landed squarely on his chin.

The cracking sound of bones breaking sends chills down your spine.

The shout of Duan Shuiliu, and his jaw dislocated.

Two bloody molars flew a long way.

The senior brother was kicked off the ground by Tony's powerful knee strike, flipping twice on his back before crashing to the ground.

Before Duan Shuiliu could struggle to his feet, Tony lunged forward and straddled him, firmly occupying the most lethal riding position in mixed martial arts.

"Number one in the world? You think you can be number one?"

Tony's eyes were sinister as he swung his elbows in turn, repeatedly smashing them against Duan Shuiliu's nose and head.

Duan Shuiliu desperately tried to protect his head with both hands, but Tony pinned him down with his knee.

He could only watch helplessly as those huge fists and iron elbows pounded wildly into his face.

"I'll teach you to yell! I'll make you the director! I wanted to tear that stinking mouth of yours apart before I even left the house!"

Within five seconds, Duan Shuiliu's face had already swelled up.

Blood was streaming from his nose, and his bloodshot eyes were glazed over.

"Uh... I'm... the senior brother..."

Duan Shuiliu was spitting out air, and his right hand was still trying to sneak up on Tony's waist.

Tony snorted and leaned to the side.

Her legs wrapped around the neck and right arm of the person who Duan Shuiliu.

He arched his back and abdomen upwards, using a ground Armbar and triangle lock to strangle the Duan Shuiliu!

Duan Shuiliu kicked his feet twice on the ground, then tilted his head to the side, completely losing consciousness due to lack of oxygen to the brain.

Tony released his legs, stood up, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his nose.

"With such a terrible mentality, they bite people off after just a few words of provocation. What kind of life do they lead?"

Yang Liqing, who had been watching, walked over and kicked Duan Shuiliu in the buttocks, then pulled out handcuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back.

"And you're right to criticize him? If those elbows had been even half an inch lower, you would have smashed his brains out."

Tony threw the dirty handkerchief at Duan Shuiliu's face and smiled.

"I only held back a third of my strength, didn't I? Besides, he attacked first, and you're a witness!"

Just as the two were binding each other to Duan Shuiliu.

On the walls surrounding the main control room, three hundred display screens simultaneously flickered with static.

The next second, the Game Master's face appeared on the screen.

This guy looked quite disheveled.

The large, once gleaming gold headgear on either side of his head was now charred black, and blood was still dripping from his left ear.

The Game Master was thoroughly tormented by Deadpool's uncensored mental pollution.

Having finally escaped, they returned to find their hideout had been broken into.

"You bunch of crude and barbaric Eastern warriors!"

"So what if you knocked out your own comrades? So what if you destroyed this base?!"

"No matter how hard your fists are, you can't kill me through the internet cable, can you?!"

"Just wait, I've already unleashed the beast tide, you're all going to die here!"

Yan Shuangying walked to the largest main screen, where a high-definition camera was pointed directly at him.

"Hey, you in the black trench coat! What are you looking at?!"

Seeing that Yan Shuangying remained unmoved, the Game Master on the screen flew into a rage:

"In my omniscient and omnipotent divine vision, you are nothing more than an ordinary person without even superpowers! Your foolish and indifferent expression disgusts me!"

Yan Shuangying stopped three meters away from the main screen and took out a silver dollar.

A light flick of the thumb.

The silver coin tumbled through the air, soaring two meters into the air before landing back in the palm of the hand.

"In my life, I've met many people who think they can control everything by hiding behind the scenes."

"Some of them hid behind bulletproof glass, while others, like you, thought I couldn't kill them just because there was an internet connection between them."

The Game Master paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, clutching his stomach, on the screen.

"Ha! Kill me? What can you use to kill someone who doesn't even have the X-Gene? That piece of junk you're holding?!"

"Let's make a bet."

"Use your brain to bet my one-dollar coin."

"I bet there's a bullet in my gun that can blow your head off right through this screen."

"Haha! You're crazy!"

"You guys in the 749 Bureau are a bunch of insane lunatics with no common sense!"

"Come on! Shoot me dead!!"

The Game Master pressed his mocking face against the screen camera, opening his mouth wide and laughing wildly.

Yan Shuangying made a move.

No one saw how he drew his gun.

With a flick of his trench coat, a large-caliber pistol appeared in his right hand.

With the gun pointed at the camera, Yan Shuangying pulled the trigger.