0p0 Chapter 188
Chapter 188
The third master curled his lips and looked back at Shen Bei with an unfriendly look.
Shen Bei felt no wavering in his heart. He got on the bus, found a seat near the inside, curled up, hugged the sniper rifle, and closed his eyes to rest.
Just now.
Maruwu jumped into the car: "Hey, Master San, it's great to be alive."
The Third Master smiled and said, "Yes, if you don't commit suicide, you can live."
Shen Bei slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Marugo.
He was a thin man with triangular eyes, about thirty years old, dark skin and scars all over his body.
Maru Wu met Shen Bei's gaze, baring his yellow teeth: "I have carried out missions with many ordinary people, but most of them died."
Shen Bei's face showed a lingering fear just right: "It seems that you are really unlucky."
Maru Wu looked at Shen Bei with an excited, cruel, and tyrannical look: "Then you better stay away from me."
As he said that, he sat down next to Shen Bei.
Shen Bei, on the other hand, didn't care. He put his arm around Maru Wu's shoulders and whispered, "What I like most is jumping back and forth on the line of death."
Marugo laughed heartily, his laughter unbridled and wild: "Oh, I like you so much!"
"You mean I'm more likable than the Third Master?"
"That's just you being sentimental, ordinary person."
Shen Bei let go of Wan Wu's shoulders and said nonchalantly: "It seems that the Third Master is still very charming."
Shen Bei cursed in his heart, his attempt to win him over failed. It seemed that Maru Wu was the Third Master's man.
At this time, another man named Cha Xiaodao, who had not yet boarded the car, spoke first: "Anyone with a bit of common sense knows the reputation of the Third Master."
Shen Bei looked up at the rear of the car.
First, two shiny machetes were stretched out.
Then Cha Xiaodao himself came in.
He was wearing a shiny black leather coat, high boots, and a white scarf, dressed like an old-fashioned western cowboy. In his breast pocket was a cut cigar, not a cigarette.
Holding two machetes in one hand.
Shen Bei looked surprised.
It has to be said that Cha Xiaodao's pair of swords, both in shape and in the materials used, were something Shen Bei had never seen before.
The blade of one of the blades was a deep and eerie blood red, like solidified blood, or like a cursed flame jumping.
Dark black lines were distributed irregularly on the blood-red blade, twisting and spreading.
The other sword was made of bones, and its blade was bone-like, emitting a terrifying coldness, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory. It seemed that countless bones could be seen piled up in the blade like a mountain of corpses.
The shape alone is enough to scare people when holding it in your hand.
This is the sword energy!
Even Shen Bei, who always believed that fists were the hardest thing to do, thought that they were a pair of good swords.
Absolutely cool.
It's cool to see the electric wires being split along the way, with sparks and lightning.
Marugo smiled and said, "Allow me to brag a bit. The red knife in Brother Xiaodao's hand is called the 'Demon Knife - Sea of Blood', and the white one is called the 'Ghost Knife - Mountain of Corpses'. They are his most proud weapons."
Wan Wu even knocked on Shen Bei's armor and said jokingly, "I wonder if this layer of iron on your body can withstand being cut."
Shen Bei laughed and said, "Don't point the blade at me. This outfit of mine is meant to be cool, not practical."
Just at this time.
Another man entered the back of the car and sneered expressionlessly, "Useless? Does that mean you're useless?"
Wan Wu pretended to be angry: "Man Yue, why are you so unfriendly and speak so harshly? What if you break Shen Bei's fragile heart?"
Shen Bei turned and looked at Man Yue.
He was wearing a leather combat suit with half of the buttons unbuttoned from top to bottom on his chest, revealing his hairy, tangled, and well-developed pectoral muscles.
His eagle-like nose and deep grey eyes give him a charm that is full of strength and heroism.
Shen Bei twirled the revolver between his fingers, licked his lips, and revealed a devilish smile: "If you and I were to compete in marksmanship, you, Man Yue, would be trash. If we were to compete in supernatural powers, I would be trash if I could die in your hands. Otherwise, you could easily drown in your arrogance."