Chapter 36: One Hit to Kill Although everyone has the dignity to live on, there are also those who don't know how to show respect, and Xue Si is a representative of such people.

  If this person is really a villain, wanting him to live would be against heavenly justice.

  A group of little rascals wielding machetes charged towards Ye Shaofeng. Although Ye Shaofeng was the most outstanding young general of the Dragon Unit, and although he had killed ten black men armed with daggers with his bare hands in an underground boxing match while on a mission in Southeast Asia.

  However, after all, there are more than 30 people holding machetes and surrounding him heavily. Some of those daredevils who were knocked down by a single slash would get up again after a while, and continue to wield their machetes at Ye Shaofeng.

  Ye Shaofeng assessed the gap in strength between himself and his opponents during the fight. He felt that if he wanted to get away from these thirty or so people, unless he was willing to kill them, take out one or two of them, and make them retreat in fear, otherwise, this group of people would know that Ye Shaofeng wouldn't take their lives, and they would become even more aggressive.

  "The word 'killing' once again emerged in Ye Shaofeng's mind, and once the idea of killing took hold, this person would be unstoppable."

  Sometimes, doing something isn't because you want to do it yourself, but because you're forced to. Just like these people were forced by society to become thugs and hoodlums, and at this moment, Ye Shaofeng was also being forced by them to commit murder.

  Who to kill? Of course, it's their leader. That arrogant Xue Si, at this moment, the kid is in the crowd, shouting and occasionally running up to find an opportunity to chop Ye Shao Feng.

  Xue Si really wants Ye Shao Feng's life, and Ye Shao Feng also wants to let him taste the fear of death.

  Ye Shaofeng deliberately exposed a weakness, waiting for Xue Si to rush over. Xue Si really took the bait and saw Ye Shaofeng with his back to him, squeezing past a group of young thugs, one knife swooping down towards Ye Shaofeng's back.

  This was Ye Shaofeng's plan. He deliberately turned his back on Xue Si in order to get him to come after and chop at him.

  Ye Shaofeng swiftly kicked out a few times, knocking down several thugs surrounding him. At this moment, Xue Si's chopping knife was swooshing towards the back of his own head.

  Just as the blade was about to chop down on Ye Shaofeng's occipital bone, he suddenly turned around and countered with a swift backhand spear thrust that precisely stabbed into Xue Si's face.

  The needle went straight up through the oral cavity, pierced into Xue Si's brain, and then came out from the back of his head.

  It was just a fleeting moment, and Xue Si stood upright on the spot, his eyes still staring wildly, his face still with the same crazy expression as if he wanted to chop Ye Shao Feng to death.

  But the axe he raised had already fallen, and it did not land on Ye Shaofeng's forehead, but fell to the ground.

  Xue Si died, standing upright and was directly stabbed to death by Ye Shaofeng.

  The bullet went straight through the mouth and penetrated the brain, resulting in instant brain death.

  The corpse stood still because Ye Shaofeng's dagger was still lodged in it.

  Ye Shaofeng let out a loud cry, "Ah!"

  The sword was pulled out, and there was not a single drop of fresh blood on the blade. A truly sharp treasured sword would not have any blood sticking to it, as the blood flowed down the groove on the blade and dripped onto the ground. The blade shone brightly and coldly, its intimidating aura still present.

  Ye Shaofeng's face was splashed with a few drops of fresh blood, not much, and he wiped it off with his sleeve, smearing the blood all over his face.

  Xue Si's body crashed to the ground, and a group of hoodlums were stunned. The chaos just now stopped, and in an instant, the crowd became orderly again. There was no more shouting, no more cursing, and no more sound of metal crashing.

  In the dead of night, it returned to silence once again, with only pairs of eyes staring blankly like wooden chickens, even forgetting to blink, simply because they hadn't reacted yet.

  My own boss actually died like this. The appearance was very miserable, brain pulp mixed with blood had flowed all over the floor, and even my younger brothers didn't dare to take a second look.

  These rascals thought someone would die today, but the one who should have died was Ye Shaofeng. At this time, the person to be killed stood upright with his back straight and a stern expression. The killer lay on the ground, dead as a doornail.

  Is this Ye Shaofeng's martial arts skills or is it Xue Si's guilt that has been deserved?

  "Who else wants to die!" Ye Shaofeng held a sharp dagger in his hand, his blood-red eyes scanning the surrounding thugs.

  No one dared to speak, no one dared to move, they were afraid of the dagger in Ye Shaofeng's hand, afraid that if they rushed up, they would die more miserably than Lao Da.

  The old man is dead, he died instantly, although everything changed very quickly, but this has become a fact, a fact that they have to accept.

  Big Brother is dead, and it's pointless for the younger brothers to continue fighting. All that talk about revenge and washing away shame are things of Xue Si's past life. Now that he's dead, all those grandiose reasons can be forgotten.

  And now what needs to be done is to leave, the farther and faster the better. These fools know that the real killing devil king is not them, nor Xue Si, but this young man in front of them, who can kill their boss with just one move. His sharp eyes are the call of death, the gate to hell.

  "Damn it, retreat!" Someone suddenly shouted and a group of people scattered in all directions, abandoning their three-wheeled vehicles without even starting them. Their speed was ten times faster than when they had rushed down to surround Ye Shaofeng earlier.

  He put away the dagger, took a look at the corpse on the ground, then turned his head to look at the owner of the teahouse, handed him thirty bucks and said: "This is for the tea, and also for the tea cup I broke. Your horse milk tea tastes good, I'll come often in the future. Oh right, report to the police that Xue Si is dead."

  After finishing speaking, Ye Shaofeng swung his sleeve and left. More than 30 meters after Ye Shaofeng had walked away, a heart-wrenching scream was heard from behind: "Murder! Murder! Someone's dead......"

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