Now Ye Xingchen's car is more than 100 kilometers per hour, but the distance between the truck opposite is less than 20 meters. Even if it is braked at such a close distance, it is too late. Just as the car is about to be destroyed and people die, Ye Xingchen couldn't help but think of all the unique skills taught by the car god Mo Hanlin in his mind.

At this critical moment of life and death, Ye Xingchen's nerve reaction was almost at an incredible level. He quickly turned the steering wheel with his hands and stepped on the brakes with his feet. The red Ferrari stopped at 90 degrees. The tires rubbed against the ground and a long trace was left on the road, but the Ferrari's body continued to hit the truck.

Ye Xingchen was sweating, while Murong Rong, who was beside her, stared at the truck in front of her, her face turned pale, and her white teeth bit her lips tightly, fearing that she would exclaim out and disturb Ye Xingchen.

Perhaps it was God's luck, or perhaps it was Ye Xingchen's driving skills that had indeed reached an unprecedented height. At such a close distance, he forced himself to stop the car, but he also let out a cold sweat.

But before Ye Xingchen could recover completely, he found that the truck had stopped, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

He did not give Ye Xingchen the chance to move a Ferrari at all. Seven men in black jumped out of the truck and quickly surrounded Ye Xingchen in the middle. Each of them had a three-foot-long battle knife in their hands.

"Waiting for me here..." Seeing that the other party had no guns in his hand, Ye Xingchen felt relieved, with Rong Rong around him. If the other party really had a gun, he would have no choice but to wait for death. But now, it is another matter.

Murong Rong's eyes were full of worry, but she nodded gently. She believed that Ye Xingchen would stand in front of her and resist all disasters for her.

"Who are you?" After walking out of Ferrari, seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action immediately, Ye Xingchen turned around and looked at the beautiful emergency stop he was playing, and then he slowly said to the other party.

"It's just a group of people who kill for the sake of killing. Do you do it yourself? Or do we do it together?" said one of the men with a hooked nose.

"Haha, is there any difference?" Ye Xingchen's mouth raised slightly. He suddenly realized that these people were very interesting. It was probably a killer in this outfit, but which killer would talk so much nonsense to them?

"If you do it yourself, she can live, but if we do it, you can't live..." The man with a hook nose said arrogantly, and his eyes looked at Ye Xingchen as if he saw a corpse.

They are all disciples of the Shadow Gate. The Shadow Gate is like a name. A sect that lives in the dark. Ordinary people and even the nobles may not know such a sect. But for the underworld, this is an extremely huge killer organization. All the killers who come out of the Shadow Gate are famous gods of killing.

The Shadow Gate is divided into three levels: Huo, Dark and Shadow, among which Huo level is the lowest level. These seven people have reached the level of Dark level at a young age, and are even named after Dark One, Dark Two and Dark Seven.

In Shadow Gate, the level of the name represents the strength represented in this generation, and their name is enough to illustrate their strong strength among this generation.

They also have their own characteristics, that is, no matter who they kill, they will never use thermal weapons. For them, using thermal weapons is the most inferior way to kill people. Only by killing targets face to face can they enjoy the fun of killing people.

Since their debut, everyone has at least one hundred lives. As long as they are their target, they have not failed at all. And the first time that the seven of them join forces is the first time.

"What if I kill you all?" Ye Xingchen smiled faintly, but took out the sharp blood slash from the car. He has never used it since he got the knife. Although it cannot be carried with him, it is always good to put it in the car, but he didn't expect it to be used today.

The Eagle-Hooked Nose looked at the blood slash in Ye Xingchen's hand, and a solemn expression appeared on his face. His name was An Yi, and he was naturally the most powerful of this group of people. After seeing Ye Xingchen beat several Americans at the airport, he knew that it was definitely difficult to deal with a master like Ye Xingchen. In order to prevent it, he summoned all his brothers over. However, even so, when he saw the smile on Ye Xingchen's mouth, his confidence in his heart was ruthlessly shattered.

This is a very wonderful feeling, and it is difficult for him to understand why this smile brings such a huge impact on him? He is already timid before he takes action. This is the biggest taboo for the killer, but now he actually makes such a taboo.

Looking back at the other people, there was also a hint of cowardice in their eyes. In addition to cowardice, there was also deep doubt. It was difficult for them to understand why they felt cowardly after seeing Ye Xingchen smile. They just felt that Ye Xingchen was like a god who was high above mocking humans for not knowing that the sky was high and the earth wanted to kill gods.

Can you kill the gods yourself?

"What's wrong? Didn't you come to kill me? Do you do it now? Or do you want to tell me who sent you here?" Ye Xingchen showed a confident smile on his face, and there was a kind of arrogance called looking down on the world. It was a kind of arrogance from the depths of his soul, born with it.

"Kill..." No matter how fearful you are in your heart, since you have taken on this task, you must do your best to complete it. This is what a killer should think, and this is what a killer should do.

With the command of Dan Yi, the other six people moved at the same time, and their figures turned into six afterimages and rushed towards Ye Xingchen.

It has to be said that their skills are extremely good and very fast, even as close to the eight elders of the Bing family who besieged Ye Xingchen yesterday. Ye Xingchen was full of confidence. Faced with such an attack, he could only avoid the edge of the attack for a while. With a step under his feet, his figure moved away from the encirclement of seven people. The blood slash in his hand suddenly melted out and slashed towards An Qi's body. There is no way, who said his strength is the weakest among the people? Who would Ye Xingchen look for if he didn't attack him?
Chapter completed!