Not long after, the only ones who were still sitting in the hall were Guishan Group, Ji Qianming, and the three little ones behind him.

Faced with nearly a hundred members of Guishan team with bad looks, Ji Qianming seemed to have not noticed the pressure they brought. He just drank the ice coke in his hand silently, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

Seeing that the clearance was over, Jiro Fujiwara's lips sneered. At this long gambling table, the two looked at each other from afar.

"Who is yourselves? My Kikuyama team has never provoked you?" Jiro Fujiwara lit a cigarette, took a suck, spit out a cigarette ring, and said calmly.

Ji Qianming fiddled with the chips in his hand and said lightly: "Your Guishan Group has never provoked me, but these children have an old age for me. Since you have taken action against them, I, a senior, cannot ignore you, right?"

"I don't think you are Gou Chen Wujun? Since you are not the quasi-emperor, who will give you the courage to trouble our Guishan Group?"

"Haha, guess?"

Jiro Fujiwara's brows frowned slightly, then a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he touched his hand towards the playing card on the table:

"Since you are unwilling to say it, let me see what you have?"

He slowly lifted up the poker cards that were being folded on the table, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

Big ghost, the last big ghost!

The moment this big ghost appeared, it seemed as if he had pressed a switch. The gang behind Jiro Fujiwara quickly pulled out his pistol from his clothes and pulled the trigger at Ji Qianming and the other four people.

"No! I can't use my ability! I can't block so many bullets!" Qin Guiyuan's face suddenly changed, and Wu Qingqing and Anan behind him took two steps back.

Jiro Fujiwara narrowed his eyes and watched the show quietly.

Only Ji Qianming, who always smiled.

There was no roar of gunfire, no stray bullets, no movement in the dense muzzles, and the whole audience was silent.

Nearly a hundred pistols were fired at the same time!

How is this possible?!!

All the gangsters were shocked! One gun might be silent, but how could these nearly a hundred guns be silent at the same time?!

Jiro Fujiwara's expression froze. He had been in such a long time and had never seen strange abilities, but the incredible scene in front of him completely confused him.

No, the scholar's ability is still being used, how could he use his ability?!

Ji Qianming seemed not surprised by all this, so he took out a playing card from the pile and spoke leisurely: "It seems that your guns don't want to fight against me."

The playing card shook in his hand, and the original ordinary 9 of spades changed in the blink of an eye.

On the card, a clown with indifferent expression was strange and terrifying.

The indifferent clown holds the authority to fool the "consciousness" of objects.

Jiro Fujiwara was stunned for a moment, then jumped up from the gambling table and shouted viciously: "Everyone can change the knife! Come on!"

The team members who were frightened by Ji Qianming only reacted, took out their machetes and rushed forward. The bright blade reflected the golden light and slashed at Ji Qianming and the other four.

"Leave it to you." Ji Qianming said calmly.

"What?" Qin Guiyuan seemed to not hear clearly.

"Aren't you going to destroy the Guishan Group? How can you stand here? Let's go, enemies beyond your ability will be dealt with." Ji Qianming glanced at the scholar hiding in the corner, and his fingers flicked his fingers on the poker between his palms, "I almost forgot that with your rank, you can't use your abilities in front of him."

The playing card slashed through the air like a blade, making a slight scream, and disappeared out of thin air after half a second from Ji Qianming's finger.

In an instant, when the playing card appeared again, it had already arrived in front of the scholar!

The clown on the card has changed from indifference to grinning!

The scholar's pupils suddenly contracted. He wanted to avoid this blow, but it was too late.

puff!

After a light sound, the card that looked like a blade had already penetrated into his eyebrows, and the blood was soaked in the cards, turning the face of the clown's grim clown into blood. The scholar fell on his back and no longer breathed.

One card, kill the fourth level!

Jiro Fujiwara's heart suddenly sank. It was not until this moment that he realized that the man in front of him was definitely not as simple as an unknown student. Inexplicable fear surged into his heart.

The three little boys saw that the scholar was killed by such strange means. After a moment of confusion, Qin Guiyuan came to his senses first, and slapped his palm on the ground. The five elements were inverted, turning the ground into a sea of ​​fire.

bass!

A sword roar sounded, and Wu Qingqing held a soft green bee sword in his hand, and his eyebrows were full of heroism. Without any hesitation, he broke into the sea of ​​fire alone and fought with nearly a hundred gangsters in close combat.

Ji Qianming's brows raised slightly, as if he was a little surprised. If he guessed correctly, Qin Guiyuan in this group will be the main output force, Wu Qingqing will be the close combat, and Anan will be the auxiliary role.

Tsk, it's such a familiar lineup configuration... Ji Qianming looked at the three little guys who cooperated with each other, and his eyes showed a little nostalgia.

I don’t know if there is still a chance to fight with the boss in the future, Yuan will fight side by side again...

Jiro Fujiwara pulled out his slender samurai sword, his face extremely gloomy: "With your methods, you must not be an unknown person, why do you have to be in trouble with our Kiriyama Group?"

Ji Qianming sighed lightly and stood up from the gambling table, "All of this is the point, what's the use of saying this? How can there be so many truths in this world?"

The light and shadows of Jiro Fujiwara's body were intertwined, and his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared completely, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Since that's the case, then fight."

Ji Qianming exclaimed lightly, "Is the ability to control light and shadow... It's very good, but unfortunately you met me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a subtle sound of breaking through the air passed by his ears. Ji Qianmei took a step back to the side and avoided Jiro Fujiwara's secret knife.

"You can actually see through my movements?" Fujiwara Jiro was a little surprised.

Ji Qianming casually picked up a broken leg of a gambling table from the ground, waved it, holding it in his hand like a sword, and turned his head to look at the air to the right.

"You'd better just use all your strength, otherwise it'll be a little boring."

A cold snorted sound came from the air. Jiro Fujiwara, wrapped in light and shadow, was like a cunning snake, lurking quietly beside Ji Qianmei, as if looking for a suitable opportunity.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

There are flaws!
Chapter completed!