"Boy, Chinese?" A black man suddenly grabbed Ji Shaoyi's arm from behind and asked arrogantly.

"Let go."

Ji Shaoyi frowned and said in a cold tone: "If you don't let go, I can't guarantee that your hand will still be intact."

In fact, with his sensitivity, this kind of thing is impossible to happen, but it did happen. The reason is that he was not focused enough. He had just come to a messy environment, which was a bit unfamiliar and a bit curious.

So, he was in a trance.

"Hey man, are you looking for death?"

The black man laughed and regarded Ji Shaoyi's words as a joke. Well, even if the humble Chinese in front of him is very strong, look behind him and see that he still has partners, and there are quite a lot of them, so he provoked: "

Chinese, how can you keep my hand intact?"

"Are you sure you want to give it a try?" Ji Shaoyi asked with a harmless smile.

"Sure, why not?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"ah!"

A scream came from the black man. His originally joking face was twisted into a ball, full of pain, and he muttered: "Let go, let go quickly."

"Why do you want to let go?" Ji Shaoyi grabbed the black man's hand tightly with one hand, turned it around, and twisted it like that. He didn't forget to glance behind him. He knew that it was the black man's partner.

"Let go, otherwise, I want you to die."

"Click!"

Ji Shaoyi answered the black man directly with action. He twisted hard and broke the bones in his hand. Well, no, it was a serious break. He almost made a 360-degree turn on his entire arm.

"Hey Chinese, that's enough."

Finally, someone from behind spoke up. He was no longer a black man, but a white man. He was protected by several people, and his handsome face was full of evil intentions.

"Your men?" Ji Shaoyi asked.

The white man nodded, looked at Ji Shaoyi meaningfully, and said, "I'm sorry."

"Are you apologizing to me on his behalf?" Ji Shaoyi asked jokingly.

"Of course, of course."

The white man suddenly changed the topic and said with a chill: "But the people who accept my apology are usually dead."

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullet flew towards Ji Shaoyi as if it were free of charge, and penetrated Ji Shaoyi's body at extremely high speed.

Is it really worn out?

No, it was broken, but it was not Ji Shaoyi's body, but an afterimage.

So where is Ji Shaoyi’s true identity?

"You are very arrogant, but you don't have the ability to be arrogant."

Ji Shaoyi's voice was very ethereal and suddenly sounded in the air.

With his temper, how could he swallow his temper when others bullied him? Don't forget, where is this place? This is the most evil area in Asia, a paradise for sin, and is known as the Sin Triangle.

Here, killing someone is as simple as eating. Almost every time, someone dies here, not from normal old age, but from conflicts.

As long as you have the strength, then if you kill someone here, you can walk on the street with arrogance, and no one will do anything to you. Someone will even stand up to help you collect the body. Because the corpses are piled up on the street, which affects the city.

appearance.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ji Shaoyi showed no mercy at all. He was furious when a black man suddenly grabbed his arm. Unexpectedly, an even more arrogant one appeared. Well, with a few strong bodyguards, do you think you are invincible?

In the blink of an eye, the five burly bodyguards beside the white man disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already three to five meters away. They were all swaying around, some covering their lower abdomens, some with their bellies on their faces, and the most classic one, covering their faces. Go to the vagina.

This is a killing field, not a martial arts show.

There is no need to worry about the method used when taking action. The main thing is to defeat the opponent. Even if it is the lower body, which is the most vulnerable place, as long as you can hit it, there is no need to hesitate.

If you don't knock down the opponent, the opponent will knock you down. If there is even a chance, they will kill you with one strike without hesitation.

"I suggest you not to draw a gun, because it will only make you die faster." Ji Shaoyi stood opposite the white man, less than one meter away, and said jokingly.

"It is undeniable that you are strong."

The white man's fearful look flashed across his eyes, he was very calm, and even had an elegant smile on his face, with a little curiosity: "Chinese Kung Fu?"

"certainly."

Ji Shaoyi nodded, admitted generously, and immediately said: "American country?"

"certainly."

"I feel that all your American Oscar judges are blind. They should award the statuette to you, not to those clowns who only show off on the screen."

Ji Shaoyi didn't wait for the white man to respond, and then said: "Of course, if your hands were faster, your performance would be perfect. It's a pity that your speed is too slow."

"puff!"

There is no suspense, flying knives are always unsheathed, let alone facing an ordinary person, how could it fail?

Then, the white man was in tragedy. A small flying knife was stuck in one of his arms. The knife penetrated deeply into the flesh, and blood suddenly surged out as if lifeless. In an instant, it soaked through the white man's black suit.

"Bang!"

A pistol fell to the ground, which is enough to show that everything the white man did before was just a show. His purpose was very simple, that is, to deceive Ji Shaoyi, paralyze Ji Shaoyi, and then draw his gun and shoot, beating Ji Shaoyi into a maze.

If it were an ordinary person, it would really be possible for him to be deceived by a white man, because his performance is so wonderful.

Ji Shaoyi is right about one thing. All the Oscar judges are blind. Compared with white people, those actors who have won the Oscar are all scum and are not worth mentioning at all.

"Whoa!"

Ji Shaoyi's body moved like a gust of wind. Within a few tenths of a second, he appeared in front of the white man. He reached out and pinched the white man's throat, and with a strong lift, the white man's body was suspended in the air.

The white man struggled hard, but unfortunately the struggle was useless. His strength was not as strong as Ji Shaoyi's and he could not break free. There was a little panic and fear in his eyes, but soon, this panic and fear were replaced by joy.

"call out!"

The flying knife was unsheathed again.

What is very strange is that the flying knife escaped people's recognition and actually knew how to turn. It suddenly went around to the rear, and then ran in a straight line at extremely high speeds as if a rocket propeller was added to the rear.

"puff!"

The black man whose arm was broken by Ji Shaoyi had a small flying knife stuck in his throat and was no longer alive. At the moment of death, his face was still filled with ecstatic joy.

I have to say that the black people hated Ji Shaoyi so much that they wanted to draw blood and tear out his muscles. Being able to kill Ji Shaoyi with one shot would definitely be very satisfying.

However, his bullet did not fire because the flying knife killed him one step ahead.
Chapter completed!