The strongest bodyguard and pretty president

Buddha said it well, no matter how good your martial arts are, you will still be afraid of kitchen knives.

Fu Hongchen's kitchen knife is no ordinary kitchen knife.

Facing the former gun king, the sharpshooter who pierced Yang with a hundred steps.

With Zhao Wenqi's strength, no matter how powerful she was, she might not escape death.

When Zhao Wenqi saw the double guns in Fu Hongchen's hands, and the unstoppable aura of a gun king, she instinctively felt guilty.

Although the master taught her Qin's mental method, she has only practiced it for a few days?

In the past few days of practice, it is only a small step up compared to before.

Just tried the chopper, tasted the sweetness for the first time, full of confidence.

But seeing that the other party actually moved two guns, he couldn't help feeling hesitant.

Seeing Master sitting on the roof of the car, smoking a cigar in a leisurely manner, Zhao Wenqi bit the bullet and gave up.

Flying knife in hand, pre-emptive strike.

It's a pity that no matter how fast the flying knife is, it is only the king of cold weapons after all.

How can it be compared with modern high-tech thermal weapons?

The Buddha said that he has seen a pig climbing a tree, but he has never seen a person avoiding a bullet.

Especially the bullets of Gun King Fu Hongchen.

His marksmanship is enough to kill the opponent dozens of times before he makes a move.

But Fu Hongchen didn't intend to kill Zhao Wenqi with a single shot. He was confident that his bullets could hit any part of the opponent at will.

So he just needs to put Zhao Wenqi down, and then find the young man sitting on the roof to settle the score.

It can be regarded as earning back a little face for the Buddha.

After all, killing Zhao Wenqi was tantamount to bringing Foyun Society directly to the opposite of Fifth Master, so Fu Hongchen had a calculation in his heart.

No matter what, first give this crazy girl Zhao Wenqi a blow.

At the gate of Wencheng Villa, under the bright lights, two figures stood quietly.

The entire arena was completely silent, and needles could be heard falling.

The evening wind blew the corners of their clothes, making this silent seriousness even more weird.

In the hall, Buddha casually picked up the teacup and drank it leisurely.

The tea, steaming, set off the calmness of the Buddha.

Under the walls on both sides of the hall, more than [-] elites of Foyun Society stood majestically.

They were not worried about Fu Hongchen who rushed out just now, because so far, no one had escaped from Fu Hongchen's bullets.

There was none before, and there will be no exception today.

Unless he, Fu Hongchen, shows mercy.

Hu Guosen and his son were sweating profusely, sitting there trembling with fear and anxiety.

They have already lost once, and they can't afford to lose again.

Seeing Buddha so calm and relaxed, Hu Guosen couldn't help but glanced outside.

Buddha smiled, "Guo Sen, don't you even worry about Fu Hongchen, the gun king?"

Hu Guosen smiled awkwardly, "No, no, how could you be worried."

"There are so many masters in the Foyun Club. Even if the surname Qin has a hundred guts and three heads and six arms, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave alive today."

Buddha smiled faintly, "In that case, what are you worried about?"

"Young people, because of their ability, they are a little high-profile, which is understandable."

Foye glanced at one of his men next to him, "Go out and tell Fu Hongchen, leave him alone, and let Guosen and his son solve it with their own hands."

Let Hu Guosen and his son solve it by themselves, the Buddha has given Tian a big face.

"Yes! Lord Buddha."

When the other party went out, outside the hall, Zhao Wenqi and Fu Hongchen moved.

The two shot almost at the same time.

Throwing knives and bullets ignite the rhythm of the night.

Whoosh whoosh—

Zhao Wenqi's three throwing knives directly hit the opponent's three vital points.

Eyebrows, throat, heart.

bang bang bang-

Fu Hongchen fired both guns at once, both left and right.

Four bullets come first.

clang clang-

Three bullets hit Zhao Wenqi's throwing knife.

A string of sparks.

The fourth bullet came through the air, directly hitting the vital point in Zhao Wenqi's chest.

After all, two guns were faster than flying knives, Zhao Wenqi panicked.

Although he had heard of Fu Hongchen's marksmanship for a long time, he did not expect the opponent to be so powerful.

Four shots were fired in a row, three bullets knocked out his throwing knife, and the remaining one was about to take his life.

Zhao Wenqi broke her heart and gave up.

At the same time, Qin Mu, who had been sitting on the roof of the car, frowned slightly.

laugh--.

The fire flashed like a shooting star piercing the sky.

The cigar in his hand popped out, clang——

Unbiased, hit the last bullet flying towards Zhao Wenqi.

The sparks are everywhere, and the bullets clang to the ground.

A figure flew down from the sky, heading straight for Fu Hongchen.

The opponent's speed is fast and his technique is unique, making it hard to guard against.

Just when Fu Hongchen raised his hand back to defend, "Papa——"

The two guns were seized, and he was hit twice on the face.

Fu Hongchen became so angry that he didn't even have a chance to dodge.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, he suddenly saw Qin Mu's height of 1.8 meters, and the distance between the two was less than [-] centimeters, staring at him covetously.

Stared at by these eyes, Fu Hongchen's aura immediately became half shorter than others.

At that moment, Fu Hongchen felt a fear he had never experienced before.

The opponent is too evil, with his sharpshooter strength of the gun king, he was defeated without even seeing the opponent's shadow clearly.

Especially the butt of that cigar, with a flick of his fingers, it shot down the bullet.

Such a terrifying strength is indeed incredible.

Fu Hongchen's heart was trembling, and he found that he had completely lost the courage to fight again.

The opponent's aura is so powerful that it is completely enough to make him bow his head and surrender, and he is completely convinced.

Qin Mu's eyes locked on Fu Hongchen.

"The gun king is nothing more than that!"

With a flick of his wrist, the gun pointed directly at Fu Hongchen's brow.

"How about letting me teach you how to play with a gun today!"

After all, Fu Hongchen was born as a soldier king. He is willing to bet and admit defeat. His skills are not as good as others. What else can he say?
He closed his eyes, "Shoot!"

Seeing Qin Mu's murderous intent, dozens of guards at the gate of Wencheng Villa raised their guns nervously, staring at each other, as if facing an enemy.

Qin Mu's contemptuous eyes swept across the group of people coldly, dismissively.

Just as the trigger was about to be pulled, a group of people hurried out of the hall.

"Wait!"

Buddha came out.

Dozens of heavily armed gunmen ran over behind them and quickly surrounded Qin Mu and Zhao Wenqi.

The Buddha in his early forties, with his left hand behind his back, holds a string of beads in his right hand.

Dressed in a coarse cloth gown, and the pair of handmade black cloth shoes under his feet, he looks exactly like a teacher.

Be calm and calm.

"Buddha!"

Fu Hongchen yelled embarrassingly, and at the same time lowered his head, showing great respect.

Buddha?

Seeing this person, Qin Mu couldn't help being taken aback.

The famous Buddha actually looks like this?
It is completely different from the image in my imagination.

But so what?

Even if you are famous, thousands of people admire you.

Even if you are powerful and dominate one side.

Since you provoked me, I will also let you be wiped out.

Colluding with people like Hu Guosen and his son, framing the Qianjiao Group, and hiring killers to assassinate, is an unforgivable crime.

If you piss me off, it doesn't matter whether you are the fifth master or the Buddha, you can step on it anyway.

Qin Mu watched all around, regardless of the clouds of gunmen behind him, who were full of murderous intentions.

His scorching eyes approached the Buddha.

"Are you the Buddha?"

"I am Buddha."

"Let's do a deal!"

"you say!"

"How about using your head and his head to pay for the whole person's account just now?"

Qin Mu suddenly pointed at the gun in his hand and pointed it at the Buddha's forehead.