Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 625 Double-crossing

"What do you mean?"

"Are you trying to attack me?"

Ye Shaohong's senses were incredibly sharp; he had already noticed something amiss when the middle-aged man subtly hinted to his companion.

He just didn't show it.

Not only that, he also looked with great interest at the young man holding the dagger in the room.

It carried a hint of mockery.

"Hey~!"

"I didn't realize you were so smart."

"So what if you're smart? You're in our hands now, you can only accept your fate!"

Behind him, the middle-aged man dressed in a silk outfit with a fierce look responded coldly while pulling out a dagger from his lower back and pressing it against Ye Shaohong's lower back.

"Cut the nonsense."

"If you know what's good for you, hurry up and hand over all your money. Maybe then we can leave you a whole corpse."

Hearing the threatening words behind him and seeing the young man slowly walking towards him, Ye Shaohong smiled.

"You want money?"

"I'm already under your control, so take it yourselves."

Why do you want me to do it?

"I see. You're afraid that when you rob me, I'll resist and get blood on the money, which will affect your spending, right?" "How ridiculous..."

In his previous life, Ye Shaohong was always puzzled when watching movies and TV series: why did villains always talk so much before they died?

Are they just being arrogant?

Now, if we put ourselves in their shoes, it's actually not like that.

Perhaps they have their own considerations.

But one thing is certain: they were all incredibly stupid.

Just like these two.

If they want to be villains, why not be more straightforward? If they want to kill and rob, then they should just kill people directly.

This constant nagging and hesitation, all while harboring some reservations, is truly pointless.

"You little brat..."

"Still daring to talk nonsense with me here, Han Er, teach him a lesson first..."

The middle-aged man behind him was also angered by Ye Shaohong's teasing words. He raised an eyebrow and was about to make a move against Ye Shaohong.

Before he could even make a move, Ye Shaohong, whose lower back he had pinned with a dagger, suddenly sprang up and charged towards the young man inside the room.

Ye Shaohong took a step and arrived in front of the young man named Han Er.

Just as the man raised his dagger, preparing to stab Ye Shaohong in the chest, Ye Shaohong's fist struck Han Er's chin instead.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Han Er staggered backward.

The dagger that was about to pierce Ye Shaohong's abdomen was deflected and lost its direction and force due to the tremendous impact on his body.

He slid past Ye Shaohong. Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Shaohong didn't stop or hesitate. He swung his arm and grabbed Han Er's arm that was holding the dagger, pulling him back. Then, with another flick, he threw Han Er's body like a projectile into the arms of the middle-aged man outside the door.

After doing all this, Ye Shaohong stopped.

A slight smile was on his face.

He turned around and looked at the two thugs who were about to double-cross him and attack him.

"With skills like yours, you think you can kill me?"

"Daydreaming?"

Ye Shaohong clapped his hands lightly, scattering non-existent dirt and dust, and glanced around before casually picking up a Type 38 rifle from the table beside him.

After cushioning the blow with his hand, Ye Shaohong gripped the gun barrel, wielding the Type 38 rifle's butt like a club, and smashed it down on the middle-aged man's head. "Trying to double-cross me again?"

"Do you have that ability?"

"If you want my money, can't you just do a straightforward transaction? Why do you have to resort to these underhanded tricks?"

"I think you two are tired of living."

These past few days, Ye Shaohong had encountered too many things and been suppressed at every turn, causing him to accumulate a lot of anger.

Now that he had a chance to vent, Ye Shaohong was naturally unwilling to let it slip by.

He used his Type 38 rifle as a club, striking the two thugs repeatedly.

It was only a fleeting moment.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a silk outfit and with a fierce look, was now beaming with delight.

The other young man, Han Er, although he managed to escape Ye Shaohong's onslaught after suffering several heavy blows, was also bleeding from his nose and looked disheveled.

"Grandpa, grandpa."

"Raise your hand, stop hitting him. If you keep hitting him, someone will really die."

"We were wrong, so just ignore us like we're nothing."

"Please, please."

"At worst, we won't charge you for this deal. If you see anything you like, just take it with you, okay?"

Perhaps it was because Ye Shaohong's martial prowess was too fierce, or perhaps it was because he had been subjected to a series of brutal blows, but the middle-aged man really couldn't take it anymore. After a period of desperate dodging, he finally couldn't hold back and begged for mercy.

"Pooh!"

"Grandpa, I'm not short of money, and I don't care about the little thing you gave me." "Grandpa, I'm just angry and want to vent it on the two of you."

"You're just out of luck."

Another heavy blow came crashing down, the butt of the Type 38 rifle slamming into the middle-aged man's head. With a muffled thud, the man's body collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, the handle of Ye Shaohong's Type 38 rifle was also showing signs of breaking under the continuous heavy blows.

Upon seeing this outcome, the young man named Han Er immediately narrowed his eyes.

He saw an opportunity to strike.

Once the ferocity of a desperate criminal was revealed, Han Er actually advanced instead of retreating, gripping the dagger and gritting his teeth, and stabbed at Ye Shaohong again.

During the stabbing, Ye Shaohong also keenly noticed that Han Er's other hand reached out to grab his lower back.

It seems he wants to pull out a new tool from his lower back again.

Seeing this, Ye Shaohong was so angry he laughed.

He stepped forward, grabbed Han Er's arm, and with a combination of brute force and skill, bent Han Er's arm, controlling it to plunge the dagger Han Er was holding into his abdomen.

Only after Han Er's body slowly fell to the ground did Ye Shaohong see what Han Er was holding in his other hand.

But it was an axe.

It turns out this guy is a master of two-handed combat; the stab with the dagger was just a feint, and the short axe he was about to pull out was his real killing move.

But all of that is no longer important now.

Previously, since Ye Shaohong hadn't intended to kill them, these two thugs could have kept up a fight for a while. Now that Ye Shaohong has made his move, these two street thugs have no chance of resisting.

"Next, it's your turn!"