Strongest Guard

This kind of faint rotten stench was made from a corpse worm that only existed within the Flame Valley.    

    

As long as the zombies were crushed to death, their juice would be squeezed out, and the water would be mixed in proportion. This would be the best tracking signal.    

    

The specialty of this potion was that once it was contaminated with clothes and skin, even if you washed it with water, you wouldn't be able to wash off its rancid smell. It would stick to the target like the Bone Marrow.    

    

However, it was not always attached to the target. After 36 hours, it would automatically disappear without a need to take any action, and it would not leave any aftereffects. It could be said to be the greenest environmental protection weapon, least able to be detected.    

    

Other than Yang Guanguan, no one else could tell from the smell of the streets of London that they had arrived.    

    

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"    

    

When she saw a woman in an old-fashioned outfit, with a hoodie and a mask on her face enter the hall, the front desk beauty of Swift Whirlwind Company slightly frowned her brows, but still greeted Yang Guanguan with a professional smile.    

    

"I'm looking for Mao Dao."    

    

Yang Guanguan said indifferently and kept walking up the stairs.    

    

This company was a four-storey building. While they were waiting for the elevator, they also went up.    

    

"Hey, wait, wait. Our general manager is not here. Do you have an appointment? "    

    

Seeing Yang Guanguan barging in without a word, the front desk beauty was obviously unwilling to do so. She immediately went around the bar and chased after her.    

    

As she reached the corner of the stairs, Yang Guanguan punched her.    

    

The front desk beauty rolled her eyes and collapsed onto the stairs.    

    

In the office of the General Manager on the fourth floor, Mao Dao, with a Band-Aid on his nose, was kneeling behind a table bare-chested with a pen in his hand, tapping something on a piece of white paper.    

    

He was in the process of dispatching troops to prepare for tonight's operation to snatch back the night arenas controlled by Brother David.    

    

As the head of Black Dragon Group in London, Mao Dao had long drooled over Brother David's actions. However, he did not dare to act rashly.    

    

First of all, Brother David was a local tyrant who had been in operation for many years. Secondly, his strength was still lacking at the time, so he didn't have the confidence to fight with the local gangster. Thirdly, if he attacked without permission, it would be considered breaking an unwritten rule in London and he would be despised and hated by his peers.    

    

Now, when he was finally able to fight Brother David with his strength, he finally found a good opportunity to "show off his skills and make a name for himself".    

    

The Band-Aid on his nose was proof of that.    

    

Such a good opportunity, he would only let it go if he was stupid.    

    

In less than half an hour, he had gathered 37 elites from different departments to the third floor of the gymnasium. They were drinking wine while waiting for his orders.    

    

Including the seven people in his office, he had a total of forty-five people.    

    

Even though the number of forty-five people was far less than David Bai's subordinates in London, these people were the elites of the Black Dragon Group.    

    

Forty-five times one hundred meant four thousand five hundred people – even if David Bai had more people, would he have four thousand five hundred?    

    

"Tonight at eleven, we will begin with the night scene on the Wigden Street. We will settle the battle right at the center of the street within ten minutes. And then, we turn -- "    

    

At this point, Mao Dao's injured nose twitched. He raised his head and asked, "What smell is that? It smells that bad?"    

    

In fact, his six main fighters had already smelled the faint rancid odor coming from Maumaijun's clothes, but they didn't care. After all, Maumaijun had the stench of a fox, and they thought that the smell was a variant of a fox.    

    

Because Maumaijun's nose was injured, he had just regained some of his sense of smell, which was why he smelled such an unpleasant odor.    

    

In order to maintain their boss's dignity, the several main bodyguards shook their heads in unison, "Nope." I don't smell anything. "    

    

They said that they didn't smell anything, but they couldn't help but look at Mao Dao's clothes.    

    

After Mao Dao came in, he took off his clothes and casually placed it on the table, revealing the upper part of a big black dragon's body.    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Looking at the source of the stench, Maumaijun threw it out of the window and continued, "Then, we will turn around —"    

    

When he said those words again, there seemed to be a man's voice faintly coming from outside the door.    

    

"Those bastards, they're playing the foundation again?"    

    

Maumaijun frowned and said to one of his men: "Go, tell them to stop messing around. Shouldn't you be saving up your stamina right before the war? "    

    

"Ha Yi."    

    

The subordinate nodded, got up from the tatami, and hurried out.    

    

Maumaijun lit up a cigarette before he continued with his attack plan.    

    

By the time he finished his detailed explanation, it was already five minutes later. The subordinate who went to restrain his subordinates and stop messing around on the eve of the war had not returned. Moreover, during this period of time, the faint shouts of the men seemed to be getting more frequent.    

    

"Damn it! That bastard Tai Lang, didn't he say he didn't like basics?" Why did he join as well? "You, go take a look."    

    

All of a sudden, Maumaijun got annoyed for no reason. He raised his hand and casually pointed at his men.    

    

The subordinate who had an ambiguous smile on his face complied, crawled up from the ground and walked towards the door.    

    

When his boss sent Taro over, he was dissatisfied. His boss was right, Taro didn't like to be gay, but he did.    

    

Sending someone who didn't like to be the foundation and teaching those people a lesson to stop being the base, yet letting those people who liked to be the basis to sit here and feel itchy in their hearts was such a shameful assignment.    

    

Seeing that it was still early, the subordinate who could definitely take advantage of this opportunity didn't take the words of Maumaijun seriously. He sneered in his heart: "Tsk, with just David Bai's trash, how could he be a match for the elites of my Black Dragon Group? "Don't even mention going after they were done enjoying themselves. Even if they had been enjoying it for three days and three nights, they would still have been able to do it."    

    

Just as he opened the door and was about to step out, his hand reached out!    

    

Suddenly, a hand reached out from outside the door, locking his throat.    

    

Before he could react, he heard a crisp sound from his throat.    

    

When the hand that refused to play the piano withdrew, it was a waste of time. The man covered his neck with both hands, his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth opened wide enough for an eggplant to be stuffed inside. Then he slowly collapsed to the ground.    

    

This person was the thirty-eighth person Yang Xiao killed in 10 minutes.    

    

The way everyone died was when their throats were crushed into pieces. The broken bones were as sharp as thorns, piercing through their windpipes and causing them to make the same sound they did when they were at the foundation of their strength.    

    

Yang Guanguan shook her hand and took off her hat. The mask on her face revealed her sallow face.    

    

Since last night, she had fallen in love with the method of strangling people.    

    

The reason for her love was very simple. She basically didn't need to see blood.    

    

Especially the kind of sound that makes when a person's throat is crushed. It makes her enchanted. It's like when a child likes to crush a shock proof foam.    

    

Suddenly, a person walked in and grabbed his companion by the throat. What kind of reaction would the others have?    

    

Of course it was.    

    

However, after being stunned for a moment, indescribable rage and killing intent spurred the person closest to the door to soar into the sky, screaming. In mid-air, he sent out an exceptionally sharp wind kick, whipping towards Yang Guanguan's chin.    

    

This person jumped too high.    

    

Yang Guanguan did not like it.    

    

Because she didn't want to jump like a dead person.    

    

Since he didn't want to jump up, he might as well crush his throat. He wouldn't be able to enjoy that kind of beautiful feeling and would be unhappy.    

    

When Yang Guanguan was unhappy, her temper would become bad, and the way she killed people would become even more ruthless.    

    

She kicked back.    

    

The kick that came later landed heavily on the crotch of the man who was flying in the air like an eagle.    

    

This place was the most vulnerable part of a man's body.    

    

Even if a weak girl were to kick him, he would still suffer so much that he would rather die.    

    

If he was to be ruthlessly toyed with by a person like Yue Zitong, who had displayed her martial prowess, he would definitely be able to destroy her and turn her into a eunuch.    

    

Let Lee Nanfang kick him?    

    

This man would die.    

    

Where's Yang Guanguan coming to kick?    

    

This person will — die miserably.    

    

It was impossible to describe how high his cries of pain reached when he was in the crotch. It was definitely the sound of a bullfight, and the windows of the entire four-storey building began to hum noisily.    

    

Awesome, right?    

    

Indeed, Yang Guanguan's kick not only broke his two legs, but also broke the bones beneath his crotch. It pierced back like a Military Thorn, penetrating through his intestines.    

    

He himself, like a cannonball, slammed into the opposite wall with a bang.    

    

He landed on the ground with a loud crash.    

    

He didn't even have the strength to pull and move after his life ended. He simply died.    

    

He was stupefied once again.    

    

Maumaijun and the others widened their innocent eyes at the same time and looked at Yang Guanguan, who was frowning.    

    

"Don't jump, I don't like it. This is a bit cruel. "    

    

Yang Guanguan finally realized that she was being cruel, so she slowly walked up to a stupefied young man and pinched his chin. Only after enjoying the feeling of breaking a bubble did she finally let out a faint smile. Sit tight, don't move. "    

    

Her requirements for Maumaijun and the others were too high.    

    

Kill him, but don't let him touch you.    

    

How could there be such a fool in the world?    

    

Maybe?    

    

Yang Guanguan had once again crushed another person's throat. Her actions were unhurried, without the slightest hint of smoke or fire.    

    

When that person covered his neck with both hands and trembled on the ground for the last time, Maumaijun and the other person finally woke up from their dazed state.    

    

"Eight!"    

    

They let out a simultaneous roar of extreme fear and disbelief.    

    

The person closest to Maumaijun reached his hand out and took out a gun from his waist.    

    

Yang Guanguan hated guns because she was careless and got hit on the shoulder by two of Lin Yiting's men while she was teasing Ye Xiaodao and the other two in the mountains to the south.    

    

To her, it was an unforgettable humiliation.    

    

Therefore, whoever dared to point a gun at her would die.    

    

Even though, if this person did not reveal his identity, he would still die.    

    

However, the way he died was not so cruel. With a bang, Yang Guanguan kicked his head onto his back.    

    

"Don't point a gun at me. I won't be happy. "    

    

Yang Guanguan frowned and said lightly to Maumaijun, who was about to roll over to get a gun from the window.    

    

Maumaijun didn't dare to take it.    

    

"Sit down."    

    

Yang Guanguan said again.    

    

Maumaijun sat down obediently.    

    

Yang Guanguan also sat down across from him in a kneeling posture.    

    

The kneeling posture that the people from Japan were accustomed to right now was something that they had learned in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, Yang Guanguan never once thought that there was anything wrong with her sitting like this.    

    

"Pour me a glass of water."    

    

After Yang Guanguan sat down, she lifted her hand to brush her hair and looked at Maumaijun: "I'm a little thirsty. "Killing is a tough job."