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He was used to being arrogant and domineering, but suddenly receiving such a beating would make anyone feel a little unhappy.

Chen San, who was drunk, must not be used to his naughty brother.

"Fuck your mother, why don't you give it a try? That kid is like a different person. He strikes fast and hard. If it were the same Qin Yun from before, I would definitely beat him to the point where he couldn't find anything to do."

The quarrel also made Liu Erlai, who had a broken nose, a little irritated, and he started to curse: "Don't say a damn thing, are you beaten as hard as me? When I recover from my injuries, I have to let my brother-in-law beat that kid to death in Sanguan."

While these guys were arguing, the door to the east wing was pushed open.

Immediately, a cold wind rushed in.

It immediately made these drunk guys sober up, especially Liu Erlai, who felt uneasy and stood up immediately.

He said in the direction of pushing the door: "Who?"

But the only answer he received was a flash of a sword.

Qin Yun had no intention of talking nonsense to them and stepped directly into the house.

The speed was so fast that everyone in the room didn't react, and he wiped the throat of the rogue closest to the door.

Seal the throat with a knife.

The blood spurting out from his throat directly confused Chen San, who was sitting opposite him.

The rogue whose throat was wiped fell to the ground helplessly.

Chen San was sprayed with blood on his face, and he also reacted at this time.

"Damn it, it's Qin Yun!"

With his left hand that could still move, he took out a boning knife from the table and slashed directly at Qin Yun who rushed in.

The most capable of beating among the four was the rogue named Chen San. Qin Yun also knew this, so he killed the one closest to the door first, and then focused all his attention on him.

First, he turned sideways to avoid the boning knife he was slashing at, then stretched out his left hand, grabbed his knife-holding wrist, and slammed it down on the table.

The scimitar in his left hand was raised without any hesitation.

He cut his throat directly without any hesitation or mercy.

From his violent outburst to his death, it only took one breath.

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