The sharp blade was simply bitten into pieces.

It's like the one that is mounted on the Xicheng style neck is not a blade but a potato chip.

Seeing this scene, Yamamoto Hiroshi's eyes shrank.

But he was not stunned. Instead, he immediately threw away the hilt of the knife in his hand, took out another short knife from his arms, rushed forward, and quickly stabbed Xicheng-style side face.

In this regard, Xicheng Style just moved away from one position and avoided the culprit with his body.

Seeing this, Yamamoto Hiroshi was actually on the side of his body. His fingers were turning, and the short knife also turned around. Then he exerted force on his arm, wrapping the short knife and trying to insert it horizontally into the Xicheng-style waist.

All this happens continuously, and it is impossible for ordinary people to react.

But Xicheng Style had expected it, and took two steps back, and at the same time, he stretched out his palm to hold Yamamoto Hiroshi's palm.

He held Yamamoto Hiroshi in his hand and kicked Yamamoto Hiroshi's knee with a kick.

Click!!!

A crisp sound of bone cracks.

The inertia of his body, coupled with the powerful and powerful kick of Xicheng style, actually directly kicked Yamatohiro's knee to pieces, and the calf under his thigh bent directly in the opposite direction.

With bloodshot bones pierced out of the skin, Yamaru Hiro fell directly to the ground with unstable center of gravity—

The tragic screams also sounded at the same time.

This process took only a few seconds.

No Shitaka even felt a flash of sight. When everything stopped in front of him, Yamamotohiro was already holding his right leg and wailing on the ground.

Listening to the scream, Xichengshi couldn't help but frown.

He raised his foot and kicked Yamamoto Hiroshi on the ground until he fainted. Then he looked at No Shitaka and said calmly:

"It's your time."

The West City-style unmoving tone sounds like a butcher rushing to time to slaughter pigs.

"Uh...uh...uh..."

No Shitaka looked at Yamamotohiro who was lying on the ground and stood there for a long time.

He was completely in a state of aphasia.

This...this is wrong!

This is completely wrong!

"It's impossible! My plan is perfect! I have double insurance!"

His face turned red and he shouted furiously at Xicheng style.

Yes...how could this be possible?

I set up the corpse in advance and the double insurance of Yamamoto Hiroshi, how could it be like now?

Logically speaking, it should be the Xicheng style that you are lying on the ground and letting yourself cook.

But--

What's going on now?

"This is simply impossible!"

No Shitaka was completely incoherent.

Xichengshi didn't bother to pay attention to his shouting, but just approached step by step.

Pick, Pick...

The monotonous and approaching footsteps finally made No Shitaka wake up.

The cold gaze of Xicheng style stayed on his body like a blade.

He stood there and screamed in horror, crawling and rolling to get into the fireplace.

No matter where you can, as long as you can temporarily leave the Xicheng-style sight, there will be no problem.

No Shitaka was already scared.

but--

pain!

An unexpected pain.

The face collided with the ground, dragging blood.

Nishijo style pulled No Shitaka's head and rushed directly to the ground.

He was not very strong, but he made No Shitaka scream in a very miserable way.

The nosebleed could not be stopped, the mouth was full of blood, and my eyes were even more dizzy and I couldn't open it.

"You said you would break my limbs, right?"

Xicheng Shi ignored the scream and spoke calmly.

"I..."

No Shitaka opened his mouth wide and couldn't even speak.

This is indeed what he said...

"You have to put it in an energized bathtub, or stuff glass into your mouth?"

The continuous rhetorical questions and the intense pain between the hair and the scalp made No Shitou cry like a 1.78-meter-old child.

He kicked his feet, waved his hands, and begged for mercy as well:

"Please! Please let me go!"

Seeing his mouth bleeding blood and his miserable appearance of saying these words, Xicheng-style's heart was completely unpleasant.

Look up and take a look.

The room was full of human corpses.

Some of the corpses seemed to have been electrocuted and burned, with black and red flesh and blood blurred.

Some corpses were cut, and their ears, arms, and eyes disappeared.

The terrifying cold air flowed quietly, and in the dense forest of fir trees, there was this cemetery like a slaughterhouse.

Even though Xichengshi has always adhered to the creed that other people's affairs have nothing to do with him, he still felt a little confused when he looked at these corpses.

To be precise... as long as a person with a conscience, he will probably feel an indescribable impact when he sees this scene.

Many people believe that the cruel murders that have happened on TV will never happen in reality.

But in fact, reality is folded up.

These events just didn't happen to me.

Xicheng style has never been a sentimental person.

He moved his eyes away from the hanging pieces of meat, and he only did one thing.

Break your hands directly.

Step on your feet directly.

During this period, No Shitaka went from begging for mercy to cursing, and then from cursing to begging for mercy again, but the Nishijo style still did not waver.

What he did was not worth mentioning compared to what No Shitaka did to these dead people.

"It's almost done."

Nishige style used the remaining ropes in the cabin to tie up No Shitaka and Yamamoto Hiroshi, found some rags and stuffed them into the mouths of the two people, and then walked out of the cabin step by step.

In winter, the cold wind in the mountains whistled by, making people's body feel a little cold.

"Western, West City!"

A happy voice came.

Xichengshi turned to look and found that Takishima Xue, who had been huddling in the bushes on the side of the road, was waving happily at her.

He nodded and asked, "I asked you to explain the situation to the people on the other side of the phone... How is it now?"

"Ah, the sister named Kawano Yayin said that soon a police officer who specializes in handling these matters will arrive at the scene."

Takishima Xue returned the phone to Nishicheng style and breathed a sigh of relief.

When he heard that Nishikeshi planned to deal with the two thugs alone, Takishima Xue tried her best to hold him back.

She was also very worried when she was outside. She almost couldn't help but rush in to help when she heard the noise several times.

But thinking that rushing in might have helped her, she forced herself to suppress her impulse and waited outside.

Now that she saw that Xicheng style was safe and sound, she certainly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah. That's good."
To be continued...