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The door fell heavily to the concrete floor, raising a cloud of choking dust.

The sudden change made Dongshan Xiaohong, who was huddled under the table, tremble all over and instinctively hugged her head tightly.Yan Liang, standing in the middle of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, just turned his head casually and looked quietly at the smoke-filled entrance.

The first person to break into the hall was a black-haired young man with a samurai bun and a stern face.He was wearing a crisp black suit and carrying a Japanese sword that had not yet been sheathed.After seeing the slaughterhouse-like scene here, the young man's pupils shrank suddenly, his thumb held the handle of the knife, and there was a click, revealing a gleaming blade.

Yan Liang knew this person.

Hayakawa Akira's younger brother was killed by a demon with a gun.In order to take revenge, he joined the police and became Machima's right-hand man. In the original work, he was subtly dominated by Machima, and finally met a tragic ending.

Behind him, several police demon hunters also wearing suits filed in and blocked all the blind spots.

Seeing the uniforms of this group of people, Dongshan Xiaohong, who had been hiding under the table and shivering, had a look of surprise on her face.

public security!He's from the police's anti-demon special class!

"It's... it's saved!" Xiaohong crawled out from under the table, but just when she was about to spread her legs and pounce on the group of police officers, she felt a cold gaze falling on her back like a solid body.

"Classmate Xiaohong, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"We still have some accounts to settle..."

Yan Liang said slowly, without even turning his head completely, he just glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

But just this glance, accompanied by the invisible terrifying pressure, made Xiaohong's body stiffen into a sculpture.She was inexplicably aware of the fact that as long as she dared to take half a step forward, she would definitely have her head cut off like those thugs.

"Hey...!"

Xiaohong let out a scream, her legs went weak, and she fell back into the thick pool of blood, covering her mouth and not daring to make a sound again.

"Don't move." Hayakawa Qiu held the handle of the knife tightly, his eyes fixed on Yanliang who stood in the middle of more than a dozen headless corpses. He seemed calm but was ready to fight at any time.

His intuition told him that the man in front of him, covered in blood and with a pure white left eye, was more dangerous than any demon he had ever seen.

Facing Hayakawa Qiu's warning, Yanliang didn't care.Just as he was about to speak, a gentle voice came softly from outside the door.

"Okay, retreat, Hayakawa-kun. There are no enemies here anymore."

Hearing this voice, Hayakawa Qiu's whole body tensed up. Although his face was wary, he still obeyed the order, sheathed his sword, and stepped aside respectfully.

"Da, da, da..."

With the crisp sound of high heels, a woman walked into the hall with her hands behind her back.

The woman's facial features are extremely delicate, with a gentle smile that makes people feel like spring breeze.Her long red hair was pulled into a braid on the back of her head, but the most eye-catching thing was her golden pupils that rippled around like growth rings.

Unlike the police officers behind her who were wearing stereotypical suits, she was wearing a close-fitting white shirt underneath.The proud curve stretched the buttons on the chest tightly, and a black tie hung from the white neck, extending along the deep ravine that attracted people's imagination.

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