"Fifteen minutes left... It's too long, it's an impolite behavior for the elderly to wait for so long.

The old man Yas smiled out of the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you guys play some games. Fifteen minutes are enough for everyone to play a good game together."

"game?"

Everyone looked at Yas in shock, not understanding what he was thinking, or was a little unable to keep up with his thinking. But then, everyone couldn't help but change their color slightly.

After saying the words that everyone could not understand, Yas reached into the linen handbag and slowly took out a handful of... The surface was engraved with patterns, and the Damascus knife made of Uz steel ingots was carried back in his hand without any scruples.

"Yo, old man, what do you want to do?"

Ivy whistled, without any fear, but stared at the Damascus knife in Yas's hand with interest.

"Of course I'm taking advantage of these fifteen minutes to play some games."

Yas said for grantedly, as if he was just playing a game without any malice. But he was holding such a big Damascus knife in his hand, and it didn't look like he had a kind heart.

"Work a game, what game do you want to play?"

Ivy said with great enthusiasm: "Are you planning to give this knife to us to appreciate?"

"Yeah, yes, appreciate."

Yas grinned, revealing his white teeth, staring at Albert: "The first person to appreciate, choose you... Young man, my knife has decades of history, you are the first person to admire him..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked in a misstep. Kevin behind him suddenly disappeared from the spot before he could see the figure clearly. In the next moment, Yas suddenly crossed five or six meters, and instantly slashed Albert's neck with a slash.

"Let's enjoy it!"

If it were an ordinary person, the thoughts in his mind were still in what Yas said just now, and when he could recall it, the knife would tilt from the neck down and tilt the body into two halves.

But Albert is not an ordinary person.

As a researcher of transpersonal psychology for ten years and practicing under the mysterious master in Nepal for more than half a year, Albert has developed several times of the body and five senses, and has stronger ears and eyesight than ordinary people. Although Yas's sword was fast enough, Albert's eyes could still capture shadows, his thighs were connected in a coherent manner, and his knees were bent and kicked. Like a bullet breaking out of the chamber, he took a few steps back in an instant, avoiding the sword that was slashed by his hand.

"Ha, I did not read you wrong."

Albert's avoidance not only did not annoy Yas, but instead made him even more excited. In the sound of the "whistle and whistle" wind, the knife kept moving, and turned into a wind like a storm and as fierce as a horse. In a few blinks, it enveloped Albert in front of him like a storm.

The Damascus knife is like a long crescent moon, the blade is wider and the lower peak is wider. There are several blood grooves on the blade, which are heavy and the power of chopping is amazing. In ancient wars, the excellent Damascus knife can even be split with people and armor, which shows how good it is to chopping.

At this time, Yas was holding a Damascus knife and slashed, and more than a dozen people were born, and he was using a Damascus knife to chop. Not to mention the unarmed and weak clothes, even wearing heavy armor, he dared not let the Damascus knife fall on his body easily.

Despite being attacked suddenly, Albert kept his vigilance towards Yas. When something was wrong, he reacted quickly and retreated quickly to avoid the knife slashing hard, which made the blade fall in front of him without any slightest.

That's right, it's very exhausting to slash like this. With the young man's physical strength, it can't even wield a few times, let alone the elderly. Albert only needs to dodge for a while. When the old man's physical strength is exhausted, it will be the moment for him to fight back.

"blow!"

Seeing Albert's body flexible and asymmetrical with his tall figure, Yas suddenly put away his knife and stopped moving, and said with a smile: "Young man is very good. I haven't met a person I can avoid under my knife for more than ten years."

"What are you doing? Why are you suddenly attacking me?"

Albert stood alertly a few meters away, without any intention of relaxing.

"No, don't get me wrong."

Yas shook his head and looked at everyone: "I'm not targeting you alone, but the people present... are all my game objects."

He was still laughing, smiling very happily, and returned to the canvas bag, reached in with his left hand, took out a exactly the same Damascus knife again, and stood there with his hands in his hands: "Everyone, the game has begun. I hope that in thirteen minutes, someone will stand with me to participate in another game."

"You, are you crazy?"

After all, Shaya is just a child with excellent hacking skills. Even though she has qualifications and potential that is far beyond ordinary people, she has never seen a cruel scene at this age. Seeing the old man who was smiling very kindly, she suddenly took out a knife like a different person. Without saying much, she really put it into action and almost killed Albert on the spot.

"He's not a lunatic, he's just having fun."

Ivy was not astonished by others. She had been working in the Indonesian waters for seven or eight years. She had never seen any uninhabited pirates who had kidnapped the hostages. In the name of the game, the inhuman pirates could do anything without bottom line.

"But, old man, can you just take a knife?"

No one noticed that this lazy beauty was carrying a small backpack behind her back. At this moment, she went deep into the backpack with her backhand, and the two Beretta m92s she took out were indisputably showing her disdain for the old man.

It's all the time, I still want to take out two knives to threaten others...

"Oh, I've brought a gun."

Facing the two handfuls of Beletta that Ivy took out, the old man did not look afraid, and squinted his eyes and smiled: "Everyone has any weapons, just take them out... It's okay for everyone to go together."

"Where do you, old man, have this kind of confidence?"

Brando kept holding his hands and staring at everything coldly. At this time, he couldn't stand it anymore and said sarcastically: "Are you so confident that you can deal with everyone?"

"How do you know if you don't try it?"

Yas lowered his head slightly, stepped a little, and suddenly rose to the ground, flashed in front of Brando, and this time he aimed at him and took action.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Without dodging or avoiding, Brando's tight clothes seemed to be about to be broken by his muscles. He burst out with all his strength and punched him out, but he had no intention of avoiding him at all. To Yas's expectations, he hit Yas' abdomen so quickly in advance.

"Bang!"

This punch hit him hard, and suddenly he flew backwards, and rolled on the ground with a dizzy turn.

"snort."

Brando made a punch without chasing her. She stood upright on the steps and looked down at the old man who was rolling down on the ground. He had this confidence. The strong young man was also broken when he was punched by him. He had to rest for several months before he could recover. Not to mention the elderly, he was afraid that he would be far from death when he was hit by the punch just now.

Killing is nothing to Brando. He chose this path when he decided to take action a few months ago... No, rather than saying that since he was a child, he has long yearned for this path, absolute evil, no reason for evil.

"Ahem... I'm a little careless."

With a few coughs, under everyone's amazing gaze, especially Brando's disbelief, the old man Yas, who was hit so hard and rolled out seven or eight meters away, slowly stood up from the ground. Except for his body a little dirty, it seemed that there was no other harm.

How is that possible?

"It seems that you can't underestimate everyone."

Yas, who had suffered a strong blow, rolled a few times just now, but the Damascus knife in his hand did not let go. At this time, facing everyone again, his smile that had been maintaining disappeared and his face became gloomy.

The old man suddenly said something to play a game, and then attacked the two of them in succession, which made everyone feel strongly alert to him. Seeing that Yas seemed to be about to launch an attack, except for the uneasy Kevin and Shaya, the rest of them were all ready.

But at this moment!

"blow!"
Chapter completed!