Chapter 1084 My Knife Is Faster

The lights were on, and the Jiangcheng bar was bustling with people, and the smell of alcohol was everywhere.

A man in silver clothes leaned against a bar, with a soft look, elegant temperament, and a pair of eyes flashing sapphire blue, with a deep feeling.

In front of him were 18 cocktails, all of which were the most exciting drinks in the bar. Just looking at them made people want to eat, and the aroma of wine was even more fragrant when they were picked up.

But this also meant that the cocktails were strong.

However, the man in silver clothes didn't care at all. While leaning on the bar, he picked up the wine glass and threw one glass after another into his mouth, drinking happily.

He soon drank most of the 18 cocktails, and his cheeks began to turn red, but his eyes were still clear, and he could see through people's hearts at any time.

"Brother Dao, drink two less glasses first."

Just as he picked up the thirteenth glass and put it into his mouth, a flat-headed young man came over and carefully advised: "We still have to carry out the mission later."

"Sixth Master has issued a death order. You must bring Ye Tianlong's head to him before dawn, otherwise we will lose our heads."

"We have locked Ye Tianlong. He is eating supper at Chunfeng Food Stall. I have arranged thirty brothers to surround him."

He watched the silver-clad man drink the fourteenth glass of wine: "Just waiting for you to go over and take charge of the situation."

"Originally, we wanted to do it directly, but I heard that this kid is not simple. More than a hundred people of Tietangzhu were all killed."

The flat-headed young man looked very respectful: "So it's safer for you to take charge in person."

The silver-clad man ignored the flat-headed young man and continued to drink the rest of the cocktail slowly. This has become his habit.

He always drinks eighteen glasses of cocktails before killing someone. This not only can raise his courage to the highest level, but also can make the silver knife in his hand play to the extreme.

"Pah!"

The silver-clad man finished the eighteenth glass of wine, then threw the glass on the table, put a cigarette in his mouth, and turned to the door in a very lonely manner.

The flat-headed young man hurriedly followed with several companions.

Not long after, two business cars roared away from the bar. As soon as the car left, the eighteen glasses that Yin Dao had drunk were immediately taken away.

Then, a few hot rags were wiped on it, and all traces disappeared in an instant.

Of course, Yin Dao would not know all this. He just leaned on the back seat and squinted his eyes to look at the night scene in front.

He was a little lonely, a little melancholy, and a little indescribably lonely.

Although he is now in a high position and a well-known figure in Jiangcheng, this is not the life that Yin Dao wants. His biggest dream is to be a professor.

Yin Dao likes to stand on the podium, holding a piece of chalk and writing on the blackboard. He also likes to read books and enjoy the vigor of young men and women.

He also tried his best to make himself outstanding, hoping to stay in school when he graduated. He vowed to be the youngest and most outstanding professor.

It was a pity that his dream and wish were cut off in the year of graduation.

Yindao still remembers that he couldn't get through to his girlfriend that night, and he ran to the girls' building downstairs to find her because he was worried that something happened to her.

As a result, before he got downstairs, he saw his girlfriend in a skirt sitting in a Mercedes-Benz with his tutor. He could tell what happened from their confused expressions.

At that moment, Yindao gave up on love, and his life was half dead.

He didn't remember what happened after that night, but he knew that he was in the police station when he regained his sanity, and his body was covered with blood, dripping down.

There were blood from his tutor, his girlfriend, and his own cuts.

He was considered a murder in passion, but he was not sentenced to death, but life imprisonment. He was originally going to spend the rest of his life in prison, but he met Liu Ye and was finally released after only ten years.

After he came out, he became Liu Ye's vanguard, with a silver knife in his hand, and bloodbathed most of the Jiangcheng gang.

He built a kingdom for Liu Ye, won himself a reputation, and had endless money, but he was still unhappy.

This unhappiness was because of the boredom of life and the loneliness of invincibility. Looking around Jiangcheng, he could not find a strong opponent.

Even if he had a golden spear, he would not dare to put down his gun and fight him.

With an invincible heart and an invincible knife, how could Ye Tianlong, who was going to be killed tonight, jump until dawn?

Yin Dao's mouth curled up with a teasing look, and he was about to close the car window when his eyelids suddenly jumped. There was a man at the intersection in his field of vision.

He was as slender and thin as Yin Dao, but standing at the intersection, he was as straight as a javelin.

Canshou, the Canshou that Ye Tianlong called from Mingjiang.

"Interesting"

Yin Dao suddenly laughed, and then issued an order: "Hit it."

The flat-headed young man immediately stepped on the accelerator and hit the target man hard.

The distance between the two sides was not far, and the car suddenly accelerated, and it was even closer in the blink of an eye.

Just when the car was about to touch the opponent, Canshou did not dodge, but sank his feet and bounced forward.

"Pah..."

The car whizzed past the place where Canshou stood, but there was no sound that the flat-headed young man wanted, and the opponent disappeared in an instant.

Yindao raised the corner of his mouth, stood straight, and suddenly slapped his palm towards the skylight above his head.

In the darkness, on the top of the business car, a slender figure was standing there lightly, it was Canshou.

However, as soon as Canshou's feet landed on the ground, a terrifying sound came from the skylight.

"Bang!"

A fist smashed a hole in the roof of the car, and then hit the bottom of Canshou's right foot with incredible precision.

Canshou's eyes flashed, and his feet sank hard.

"Bang!"

The fists and feet collided hard, making a dull sound. Then, the remaining hand bounced up with the help of strength, and the body suddenly tumbled towards the void.

Yin Dao's body also shook, and brute force surged through his entire arm, which was sore. The punch just now seemed to have hit an iron plate, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed that he had met a master.

At the same time, the running commercial vehicle made a "click" sound, the roof collapsed, and the entire body suddenly sank.

"Gah!"

The boy with a flat head subconsciously stepped on the brakes. The car made a sharp braking sound on the road, and then stopped as quickly as possible.

But because the speed was too fast before, when the car came to a stop, the entire body was thrown sideways due to loss of balance.

The light deviates directly from the road at an angle of 45 degrees and shines onto the road, focusing exactly on the cold-looking residual hand.

"boom!"

Silver Knife kicked the car door open, touched the scraps above his head, and flashed out a silver knife. He stared at his broken hand and asked, "Who is he?"

Five young men with flat heads also came out, pulled out an iron hook, approached with murderous intent and shouted: "Boy, do you want to bleed?"

"I heard your knife is very fast."

Canshou said indifferently: "I came here to tell you that my knife is faster!"

The next second, he released his right hand, and the blades poured out, as fast as a meteor and as powerful as a river.

"ah--"

The five young men with flat heads didn't even lift the iron hook, but their bodies shook and they fell to the ground, clutching their throats.