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"I don't need bodyguards." The man said this for the sixth time. His voice was very calm, but those who knew him well knew that his patience had run out. However, there were still people who were more persistent than him.

"No!" You need it! Very much! Moxiao, I beg you, just take him as an assistant, a follower, or a doorman, even if he is a clown! Oh ~ F * ck! "Damn it!" Yan Moxiao raised his eyebrows. He knew that his general manager and accountant must be stomping back and forth in the high-class vacation home right now, holding an electric shock in one hand and grabbing his hair with the other. It took him a whole day to realize that the phone line wasn't long enough. The poor man was on the verge of exploding.

"Unlike before, the other person is none other than that Lone Wolf. No one can leave his hands alive! Don't be willful! I don't want to see your body or your picture the next time I see you. I've been waiting for four years. You still owe me a year-end bonus! "

It was now 11: 40 PM, and his work had just ended. Although there was a trace of tiredness on his face, but every part of the man's body exuded a sense of shrewdness and shrewdness. He undid two buttons on his white shirt, casually rolled his sleeves two times, and hung his tie and suit jacket on the back of the sofa at the side.

Yan Moxiao rubbed the back of his neck, then turned around and stood in front of the French windows behind him. From a 35th floor, he could see the best view of the city.

"We've known each other since high school, and it's been ten years since we were friends. Are you worried about your bonus and not my life?"

"Don't talk about feelings with me right now!" If he could, he hoped that God would reverse the flow of time and let him never know Yan Moxiao!

"Then why don't you bring a bodyguard?"

"You know, I never liked having strangers behind my ass."

"Right now, that stranger wants to protect you. He can save your life at a critical moment!" The voice on the phone could already be described as roaring.

Yan Moxiao moved his phone a little bit, closed his eyes and smiled.

"Relax! Cheng Sen, you're too nervous! Remember that you're on vacation, so don't let yourself be so nervous all the time-- "He tried to" comfort "her.

"Relax my ass!" Don't you know who made me so nervous! "

"It's already very late. The time difference between you and him is huge. Go to sleep early!" Mainly because he was also very tired.

"Big my ass!" Normally, you are a very elegant man. As long as you meet Yan Moxiao, all the elegance will disappear in an instant. "I am in Japan, and I am only one hour away from you! Don't evade the topic! "

Yan Moxiao looked at the Swiss clock on the wall, it was almost 12 o'clock.

"But it's really late now. I just finished my work. I probably need a good rest and a good night's sleep compared to you and me …"

"How can you sleep? He's going to kill you! Shoot your heart or cut open your belly with a bullet or a knife! You may lie down today and never open your eyes again! You can actually sleep with all these thoughts? " The man screamed hysterically, giving off the impression that he was the one being targeted.

Yan Moxiao quietly looked out the window at the city with its lights still on. He put one of his hands into his pocket, leaned on the edge of the table and stretched his legs, then said, "I really want to see who could take my life."

There was a brief silence.

"Moxiao, this is the kind of arrogance that is fearless and fearless. I don't even know what to say about God of Slaughter's murderous temper!" On the phone, the man sighed heavily. This time, he seemed to have relaxed.

"Hahahaha ~" Being "praised", Yan Moxiao laughed, "Don't worry! "I won't die that easily. At the very least, before I die, I will let those who harmed me die first."

Knowing that the other party could do as he said, he couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to.

"Then, you must be careful."

After hanging up, Yan Moxiao's smile gradually disappeared. Looking at the figure reflected on the window, he frowned and pressed the phone on the table beside him.

"Old Wu, drive the car out!" I'll be down in five minutes. "

Yan Moxiao sat on the back seat of the car with his head slightly lowered. He was sitting without moving an inch and his chest was rising and falling slowly. It seemed like he was resting with his eyes closed.

Old Wu was his personal driver and had worked for Yan Moxiao for almost seven years. She knew Yan Moxiao's habits like the back of her hand. At times like this, he didn't like to be disturbed.

The car was moving smoothly and quietly. Yan Moxiao suddenly moved slightly, but he still didn't look up.

"Old Wu, it's been hard on you. You're sending me home at such a late hour."

The sudden greeting 'flattered' Old Wu.

"NO!" It was only right! "Director Yan, you are the one who is working. It has been several days since you've worked so late …"

Yan Moxiao smiled and wiped his face with his hand, "Yeah! I'm too tired to drive. "

He had always kept his business apart. When he needed to work, he would work hard. When he needed to have fun, he would enjoy it. That was life. Speaking of that, Yan Moxiao suddenly remembered, how long has it been since he vented?

He would never let himself suffer for a man's normal physical needs. After calculating the time, Yan Moxiao wanted to ask Old Wu to change the route, but the car suddenly slowed down.

"What's wrong?" He noticed that Old Wu seemed to be hesitating.

"Director Yan..." Old Wu seemed to be in the midst of her doubts, "There seems to be someone standing in the middle of the road..."

Yan Moxiao frowned in confusion and looked towards the direction Old Wu was pointing. Indeed, about 100 meters in front, there was a person standing in the middle of the road. It was a bit misty at night, so he couldn't see that person's face.

"Director Yan —" Old Wu asked Yan Moxiao for his opinion. It was quite a scary night.

"Slow down and go around." Yan Moxiao chose the most direct method.

The speed of the car slowed down again and they drove forward. When Old Wu turned the car around, preparing to bypass the people in front, the man in the middle of the road also moved his legs at the same time.

It was obvious that he was trying to stop them from getting in the car.

Yan Moxiao seemed to have noticed something and stared at the person in front of him. The distance between them had been shortened by quite a bit, and he could roughly see the other party's appearance.

It was a rather tall man, wearing a black trench coat with a vertical collar and a cigarette in his mouth. At this moment, the man slightly leaned to the side and moved his hand from his back to the front, allowing Yan Moxiao to see that he was holding a shining long knife.

"Stop the car!" Yan Moxiao shouted.

Old Wu jumped in fright and slammed on the brakes. Instantly, the ear-piercing sound of the brakes pierced through the night sky, giving rise to goosebumps all over her body. The goosebumps hadn't receded yet, but something even more shocking happened.

The man who was holding the cigarette lowered his head and took a last drag before waving his finger. Before the cigarette landed on the ground, he rushed towards Yan Moxiao's car as if he was going to explode. The blade, at least two feet long, shone coldly in the night.

Even Yan Moxiao couldn't help but admire the other party's speed and explosive strength. This kind of fighting technique, could it be that "Lone Wolf"!?

"Director … Director Yan!" Old Wu said. The man in front of the car suddenly jumped and disappeared from their line of sight. The next second, the roof of the car let out a heavy thumping sound.

Old Wu stumbled out of the car.

The sound of the metal being cut by the sharp weapon was even more stimulating than the sound of the car brakes. Yan Moxiao's sharp instinct worked at the first moment as he dodged to the side and a long blade came crashing down from the roof.

If Cheng Sen was here, he would definitely shout out "God", but Yan Moxiao knew that it was useless even if he called him God now!

Yan Moxiao looked at the cold blade and stabbed straight into the roof of the car. This situation wasn't something that could be seen only in movies.

Suddenly, as if the blade had eyes, it turned and pointed the blade in Yan Moxiao's direction, giving him the illusion that the other party was' showing off 'to him.

Subsequently, the knife was violently pulled back, but Yan Moxiao knew that this was for the next attack. If the first time was just for movement, then the next was probably true.

Yan Moxiao sneered, he did not have the habit of being targeted by others. He took out a gun from a place only he knew and fired at the roof of the car. Of course, he knew it was impossible to hit that man that easily.

With a sound of "Hua ~", the window was broken by someone. The long blade ruthlessly stabbed into the window from top to bottom, Yan Moxiao retreated to the door and stabbed the tip of the blade into the seat. Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Moxiao quickly opened the car door and got off. Yan Moxiao turned his head and met the man's gaze. There was a car between the two of them.

What made Yan Moxiao a little surprised was that the man in front of him was a pretty good guy. Whether they were his features or his face was separated, he could be considered handsome. Especially his eyes, although they were pretty, they were cold and without any emotion, making him more sure that the man in front of him was the legendary "Lone Wolf".

"He's not even covering his face? Aren't you afraid others will recognize him in the future?" In his spare time, Yan Moxiao asked, the gun in his hand in a state of readiness.

The man didn't say anything. He looked at Yan Moxiao and didn't seem to want to avoid him. After staring at him for a long time, Yan Moxiao found the answer in the man's eyes.

The dead would not recognize him.

Humph! Yan Moxiao raised the corner of his mouth. He didn't look like someone whose life was being threatened at all. To him, this was a fun game. He hadn't been this excited in a long time.

The man suddenly raised his hand and drew a silver line in the air with his long blade. It was the attacking stance. Yan Moxiao also immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the opposite party's head.

The two of them were in a "standoff" state, but it was obvious that one of them had a greater advantage.

"Tell me..." Yan Moxiao leisurely flicked his collar. He looked at the man and asked, "If we attack at the same time, who will have a better chance of winning?"

The man didn't say anything, he merely gripped the blade in his hand tightly. Yan Moxiao didn't really understand this point. If you want to kill someone, isn't it faster and safer to use a gun? However, he felt that there was something amiss. If he could understand something like this, then the others could naturally understand as well. Then, just who was this person in front of him …

Yan Moxiao's thoughts were immediately interrupted by a white light in front of him, so he subconsciously dodged to the side and stabbed the sword in the ground. Yan Moxiao's thoughts were immediately interrupted by a white light in front of him, Yan Moxiao subconsciously dodged to the side, and shot the sword in front of him.

After the knife landed on the ground, it bounced a few meters away. It had just come to a stop, and in just a second, it was fighting for speed.

Yan Moxiao looked at the black muzzle on his forehead, then at the man's face that was next to him. The man pressed a hand on Yan Moxiao's shoulder and stuck a leg between his legs. He looked down and pointed a gun at Yan Moxiao.

This posture was quite violent.

"You have a gun, and I have one." This was the first sentence the man said tonight. Accompanied by a slight smile, it seemed as if he was announcing his victory.