After eating lunch for an hour and then leaving, Emperor Ma Qing needed to go back to deal with the affairs. Ye Tianlong was about to board the plane and leave, so he left the clubhouse at the same time.

"Ye Tianlong, don't worry!"

Ma Qingdi waved his hand: "I am at home."

Ye Tianlong smiled and nodded: "Then there will be less hard work."

Ye Tianlong and Ma Qingdi raised their hands to each other and walked towards the convoy with heads high.

At this moment, although it was only the afternoon, the flying wind and rain still made the sky look like dusk.

So the lights of the clubhouse came on early, and the lights gathered in the field of vision like the sea, and glanced away, like a hovering dragon.

Guests are like weaving, laughter is noisy, there is a lively scene, and several semi-open halls are also full of people.

"This clubhouse is far more lively than it used to be."

Emperor Ma Qing looked around and smiled: "The wind and heavy rain can't stop the rich and powerful, but it's a pity that it's all men, I didn't see a beautiful girl..."

Ye Tianlong was taking out the car key and walking forward. Hearing Ma Qingdi's intentional or unintentional teasing, his eyes swept to both sides at random.

Not far away, there were more than a dozen middle-aged men walking with umbrellas, in groups of two or three, and in the half-open hall on both sides, there were more than thirty men gathering.

The clothes were brightly dressed and the manners were extraordinary, but as Ma Qingdi said, there were no women.

Hey, these men are wrong!

A chill suddenly rose in Ye Tianlong's heart. It was a keen sense of smell honed with blood when danger came.

Regardless of the occasion and the club, it is impossible to be decorated with women, which will make the party lose a lot of interest.

And seeing him and Ma Qingdi walking out, the movements of these people stopped for a moment, and their eyes were all looking here.

Fierce and fierce.

"Retreat! Back to Hall 8..."

Although there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, it was actually only a moment when Ye Tianlong shouted and rushed forward with a key step.

While the umbrella was hanging down, the other hand had grabbed Ma Qingdi's arm, and the two leaped backwards and rolled back to Hall 8.

At this moment, more than fifty Chinese-clothed men suddenly violent.

One by one, there were fierce lights, and then a dozen deep gunshots.

"Pump pound!"

More than a dozen bullets came through the air with a whistle, and in a blink of an eye they shot to the front of Hall 8.

Although Ye Tianlong's voice reminded him, the seven or eight Majia guards were shot when they didn't react because of their relaxation.

Shrill screams sounded.

Then they fell into a pool of blood, twitched twice and died.

"Protect Young Ma!"

Uncle Bai and the others yelled, fell to the ground for the first time, and then rolled towards Ma Qingdi's position.

"Grandma's, who are these people?"

Unexpectedly, he would be hit by an accident in the clubhouse. Ma Qingdi was shocked and angry, but before turning his mind, dozens of bullets came again.

"Back! Back!"

Before Ma Qingdi had pulled out the gun, Ye Tianlong had already pulled the marble table crossbar in front of him.

With the intensive "Dangdangdang" crackling sound, those warheads flew indiscriminately, and several enemies who charged too fast immediately screamed and fell to the ground.

The enemy was even more angry when he saw it, and the trigger in his hand was pulled frantically. Dozens of bullets came and hit the marble table.

"Snapped--"

Ye Tianlong's ears were all scratched, and the marble table was cracked with countless marks. Another round of bullets must be broken.

Also in this gap, the four Majia elites had their heads blown off, and they hovered and fell down without even shouting.

The other Ma's bodyguards could only seize the gap and hide in the bunker. They never thought that someone would dare to attack Ma Qingdi, still holding a gun.

You know, in Taicheng today, it is more difficult to buy a gun than to win a Mark Six lottery.

So Uncle Bai and the others urgently called for help while drawing out weapons to prepare for battle. Seeing their tragic death on the ground, they all wanted to kill all the enemies.

At the same time, several masters approached Ma Qingdi, preparing to personally protect the isolated master.

"Boom boom!"

As Uncle Bai and the others squeezed the trigger, the gunfire became denser, several enemies rushing forward were shot and fell to the ground, and the enemy's offensive slowed down a bit.

It's just that although they slowed down, they didn't stop their pace, holding their guns and slowly advancing, and using the crowds to separate Ma Qingdi and the bodyguards.

Everyone was holding a firearm, with a hideous face, a dead fish and a murderous look.

They assigned ten people to deal with the Ma family's children, and the remaining twenty or so people shot at Ma Qingdi and Ye Tianlong.

Obviously, their goal is to kill two people.

This group of enemies was also strong and domineering enough, and the ten separated out just managed to hold onto Uncle Bai's frantic attack.

Several people were hit by bullets on their hands and feet, and blood shed all over the ground, still screaming and smashing with Uncle Bai and the others.

There was a murderous intent in Ma Qingdi's eyes: "Ye Shao, who do you think they will be?"

Since Voldemort's attack, Emperor Ma Qing has been firmly in control of the initiative, and neither the Shadow Killer nor the Aguda are useful.

After so long, the Fourth Elder of Mingyue lost in a mess. Emperor Ma Qing thought that the danger was long gone, but he didn't expect someone to attack today.

This surprised him and was very angry.

Ye Tianlong breathed out a long breath: "Didn't Uncle Bai just come to the intelligence?"

"Mr. Plum?"

Emperor Ma Qing raised his head slightly with sharp eyes: "It seems that he really wants to die."

"Boom boom!"

While talking, more than 20 enemies who had come over fired a few more shots, causing the marble table to crack and collapse at any time.

"They want to die, then let them die."

When Ye Tianlong squinted his eyes, Ma Qingdi suddenly roared, and the whole person rushed out, slamming straight behind the marble table.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the marble table instantly shattered into fifty or sixty pieces, forming a terrifying attacking stone bullet over the sky.

The gravel shot frantically in the direction of the killer.

"Chichichichi!"

The sharp sound of breaking through the sky filled the world, and instantly bombarded the assassins.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Like the sound of drumming, it resounded through the world. After a short time, the more than 20 enemies who had pressed over instantly collapsed, screaming one after another.

Many enemies either collapsed in their chests or splashed with blood in their heads, and even the guns in their hands flew away.

The casualties were heavy.

"it is good--"

At the moment when the killer formation was broken, a figure suddenly shot out, and Ye Tianlong grabbed a knife and broke into them.

The figure that Ye Tianlong rushed out suddenly came too fast, even faster than the flying stones.

The dozen or so wounded enemies hadn't reacted yet, they saw the sword light, more than a dozen sharp swords blooming, accompanied by a wave of killing intent.

The machete in Ye Tianlong's hand slashed left and right, like lightning, and in an instant, the **** breath instantly filled.

"what--"

With a screaming scream, more than a dozen enemies fell to the ground, and a blood stain was cut in their throats...