C80 (1/2)

”Unfortunately, I ate the roast goose.”

Duan Hong laughed sinisterly.

The first woman to be injured saw her companion being pushed back, she immediately let out a loud shout, and rushed up to him. The war blade in her hand pierced towards the weakest part of Duan Hong's body, and the pair of high-heeled shoes on her feet were like iron awls.

< p > ”Girl, you'd better not shout —

Duan Hong was afraid that he would attract her attention, so he warned her to watch the trajectory of the blade.

< p > ”Danglang.

While the woman was still in shock, Duan Hong's left hand hooked like a hook and grabbed onto her lower abdomen.

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< p > < p > ”En –

With a groan, the woman staggered a few steps backward and fell to the ground.

Duan Hong clapped his hands and sheathed the dagger back into his legs, speaking in a serious tone: ”Lassie, you look so beautiful and you have the mark, how good would it be to find a good man to marry to me, how worthless would it be to be cannon fodder for others. My Buddha is vast and boundless, giving you a path to survive. Amitabha! ”

Duan Hong placed his right palm on his chest, giving off the impression of a dead tree that was chattering non-stop.

The two women looked at each other and simultaneously lifted their skirts.

< p > ”F * ck me!” How could I let my cultivation be destroyed by you two monsters? I will definitely not look at it.

Duan Hong covered his face with his hands.

Two glowing eyeballs stared at the two women through the crack.

He was secretly pleased in his heart: It was really f * cking satisfying, one purple and one pink, the two women both had a black leather bag tied around their thighs. Inside the leather bag was an exquisite handgun, the two of them aimed at Duan Hong and pulled the trigger.

His speed was unusually fast, and there was not the slightest bit of hesitation. The two of them cooperated extremely well, with one pointing his spear at Duan Hong's head and the other facing him.

< p > ”F * ck!” ”This is too crazy.

In a moment of desperation, Duan Hong thought of a way to retreat: Damn, it's too boring to just play with guns, I can only take the risk and give it a try.

Duan Hong's body fell backwards, and as he climbed over the iron fence, gunshots rang at the same time. The two women were very surprised, they had never thought that this wretched man would actually have the guts to jump down from the fifth floor.

Duan Hong pulled on the cow tendon rope and looked up.

The two women stood at the edge of the balcony, and Duan Hong's position just happened to see the two of them at the bottom of their skirts. For a moment, he was drooling.

< em > Just now, Duan Hong reacted the moment he saw the two women take out their guns. He had a strong defensive ability, but he didn't dare guarantee that he would be able to defend against the bullets. So he flipped backwards, and the moment his body landed, he grabbed onto the cow tendon rope with both hands.

This kind of difficult action caused Duan Hong to break out in a cold sweat.

The injured woman slashed the blade in her hand towards the cow tendon rope. This scared Duan Hong to the point that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to take another look at the scenery under his skirt.

Although the soundproof glass was thick and had two layers, it still could not prevent Duan Hong from using his twenty-four kicks.

With a clatter, the glass shattered. Borrowing strength from his waist, Duan Hong untied his cow tendon rope at the same time and jumped into the meeting room on the fifth floor.

It was just that the two people who had spoken just now had already disappeared, as well as their Demonic Knife s. On the other hand, there was a handsome man who was quietly sitting there, gracefully sipping red wine, with a hint of worry in the center of his sword-like eyebrows. His eyes were ice-cold, his high nose was straight, and his rosy lips were smiling, revealing his pure white teeth.

Duan Hong looked at the other party's suit and then back at himself. The man's white clothes were still worn, and were covered with dirt and ashes, and the sweat mixed together to form a black mud. When Duan Hong kicked the broken glass, his jeans were cut open a few times, but his monk's shoes were still in good condition.

Duan Hong smiled at the man. When he looked through the window, he saw that his cow tendon rope was still in place.