Haylan exerted much force on his hand. With a single punch, the traffic policemanâs helmet instantly shattered, and his forehead was severely injured.
âHaylan, are you crazy? He is a traffic policeman. You⦠Lydia was stunned.
Assaulting a police officer was a serious crime.
âAssaulting a traffic policeman? At least he should be a real traffic policeman,â Haylan said lightly.
âHuhâ Lydia was stunned.
âSon of a bitch!â
The traffic policeman, whose head was beaten up, felt dizzy and became furious. He took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it fiercely at Haylanâs neck.
Without another word, Haylan quickly opened the car door and sent the traffic policeman lying.
At that moment, the traffic policemanâs head was bleeding. His broken helmet fell to the ground, revealing his true appearance.
There was a cyan dragon tattooed on the traffic policemanâs forehead. It was sinister and eye-
catching.
âHeâ¦â Lydia looked at the man and immediately understood.
As a righteous police officer, he couldnât have a tattoo on his body. So, he was a fake traffic policeman!
Suddenly, countless car horns could be heard.
Cars rushed over like steel beasts and blocked Haylanâs car in the middle, making it unable to move.
A group of burly men with polished weapons in their hands got out of the car and stared coldly at Haylanâs BMW Seeing the scene, Lydia was so frightened that her face turned pale. She grabbed the handle tightly and said with a trembling voice, âHaylan, what⦠What should we do?â
âTheyâre just a bunch of trash. Thereâs no need to be afraid of them. Stay in the car and donât move.
Iâll deal with them. Itâll be done in ten minutes.â
Haylan lit a cigarette and got out of the car. After closing the car door and locking it, he glanced at the group of people indifferently.
There were many people in front of Haylan, at least a hundred in total. They were as aggressive as wolves and tigers.
However, in Haylanâs opinion, those people were good for nothing, and it was only a bluff The fake traffic policeman, whose head was covered in blood, struggled to stand up and stared fiercely at Haylan. âHow did you know that I was an imposter?â
âBro, the badges on your shoulder are all wrong. That insignia should be the rank of major. Do you think the major will be a traffic policeman?â
Haylan took a pulf of his cigarette and looked at the fake traffic policeman disdainfully. âYou donât even know such common sense. How did you manage to survive?
âWith your ability, do you still want to be an assassin? Iâm afraid youâll die before you leave the training camp. How did the leader of your assassin organization send people like you out? Isnât he afraid of damaging the reputation of the organization?â Haylan didnât know what to say.
After living for so many years, this was the first time Haylan had seen such a stupid killer.
How amateurish!
Moreover, the fake traffic policeman was uncultured!
âSo, you recognized me long ago.â The fake traffic policemanâs face darkened.
âI could tell you were an impostor when you directed the vehicles.â
âSince thatâs the case, why did you follow my instructions and drive to this road?â The fake traffic policeman looked puzzled He thought. âThe guy knew that I was a fake, yet he still dared to drive here. Was there something wrong with his brain?â
Haylan smiled. With the cigarette in his mouth, he said calmly. âIf I didnât come here, would you appear?â
âWhat do you mean?â The fake traffic policemanâs face turned cold.
Haylan glanced at everyone at the scene. His eyes were filled with confusion as he said, âSo many amateur assassins are here.
Youâre indeed unprofessional. Will all the assassins act at the same time!
âWait. Donât tell me youâre not killers.â
So many people had come at the same time. It was not the style of an assassin organization.
Instead, it was the style of those gangsters on the street!
âI donât understand what youâre talking about. I donât care about Ms. Riley or something else. Today.
Im here for you. Youâll be dead todayâ
The fake traffic policeman did not wait for Haylan to finish speaking. He immediately pulled out a machete nearly 20 inches long from his waist and threw it at Haylan Then, he roared. âAttack! Kill himâ
âHuh Haylan dodged and reached out his right hand to grab the machete. His expression was stunned.
Haylan wondered. âThese people werenât here for Lydia, but for me?
âWhatâs going on?â
Haylan didnât have much time to think about it carefully. With the fake traffic policemanâs roar, a hundred burly men brandished their weapons and charged at Haylan.
Haylan jumped up and kicked the burly man at the front away.
Then he put the cigarette on the roof of the BMW, âHaylan, are you crazy? Hurry up and get in the car to escape!â Lydia shouted anxiously in the car.
So many people were rushing over, and they could drown Haylan if they spat.
In the face of such an urgent situation, Haylan was still thinking about cigarettes. He was simply crazy!
Before Lydia could finish her words, five burly men rushed to Haylanâs side. They raised their weapons and slashed at the back of Haylanâs head.
At that moment. Haylan suddenly turned around and drew a perfect semicircle with the machete in his hand, cutting the weapons in those peopleâs hands into two, âHow is this possible?â
Seeing that, the five burly men were dumbfounded.
Before they could react, Haylan slashed five times at lightning speed.
A bone-deep wound immediately appeared on the chests of the five burly men. Blood gushed out as they screamed and fell to the ground. They kept wailing continuously.
Haylan held his bloody machete and stared coldly at the crowd rushing over. His eyes were as sharp as blades when he frowned and said. âThere are so many people. Wouldnât I have to slash a hundred times? How troublesome.â
With that, Haylan charged at the crowd like a ferocious tiger. He raised his machete and began his merciless attack.
In Haylanâs hands, the machete seemed to have a life of its own. It leaped left and right like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, like a mad dragon emerging from the sea, like lightning descending In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of saber lights shone. They were so fast, and one could not see them clearly with his naked eye.
Haylanâs figure was like a butterfly as he shuttled through the crowd.
Wherever the machete passed, the hooligans fell A minute later, Haylan returned to where heâd been, picked up the unfinished cigarette, and bit it in his mouth.
Behind Haylan, about a hundred hooligans were all lying on the ground in a pool of blood, wailing.
Some of them lost the tendons on their limbs, their ears, their noses, or even their armsâ¦.
Sorrowful roars could be heard continuously.
Blood dyed the ground red.
Haylan stood in the middle of those people with a machete in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.
His entire body was wrapped by an aura that made people dare not to look straight at him.
Haylan was like a Super Slayer.
He was like a peerless warrior.
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Lydia looked at everything outside the car. Her watery eyes were filled with shock, and her mouth was agape. She couldnât say anything for a long time.
The fake traffic policeman was also dumbfounded, his face filled with disbelief.
Then, he and his men looked at Haylan with even more shock in their eyes.
Haylan had attacked more than a hundred people in a minute alone. Was he a human?
Haylan was more than a monster!
Even Bruce Lee wasnât his match, okay?
In particular, the fake traffic policeman was aghast and sweating profusely.
The fake traffic policeman wanted to leave, yet he was oppressed by Haylanâs strong killing intent.
His legs were trembling. and he could not move at all.
Haylan blew the smoke and stared coldly at the fake traffic policeman. âYou just said that you were here for me. I have no grudges against you. Why did you want to kill me?
âTell me, who is behind you?â
The fake traffic policemanâs eyes were panicked. He was trembling, and his teeth were chattering.
He could not say a single word at all.
Bang!
All of a sudden, the roar of a car sounded. The Sylphy that had been following Haylan charged toward Haylan like a steel beast.