Chapter 897: Look at What This Is

The black-moled bodyguard did not immediately attack Yang Ming, but he moved a half meter forward in a small step and stopped at a distance two meters from Yang Ming.

This was a safe distance for fights, which was common to people who often fought, including Yang Ming. When standing two meters away, no matter if the other party punched or kicked, he couldn't hit with one move, and he could react quickly.

Therefore, he would not act rashly before he figured out Yang Ming's true strength. Otherwise, he would be dead without knowing why like the two guys lying on the ground.

"Come on. Let me see how you knocked down those two pieces of trash on the ground." The black-moled bodyguard was not stupid. He wanted to provoke Yang Ming to start first, and then explore Yang Ming's true strength.

"When I make a move, you will become wasted." How could Yang Ming not guess the mind of the black-moled bodyguard? But Yang Ming didn't care at all, because Yang Ming had 100% confidence in killing him with one move.

The black-moled bodyguard was stunned, but immediately understood Yang Ming's meaning! He, himself, said that the whiskered man and the buzzcut man were trash. Now, these two people were lying on the ground. Yang Ming meant that when he made a move, the black-moled bodyguard would be lying on the ground.

The black-moled bodyguard was a bit furious, but as a good bodyguard, he knew that he must not be angry at the moment. When fighting with people, being angry was a taboo. The black-moled bodyguard endured the unhappiness in his heart and said expressionlessly, "Since you took the initiative to give up the opportunity to make a move first, then I won't be polite."

"Whatever." Yang Ming simply said a word, and it nearly made the black-moled bodyguard feel outraged. He had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen such a carefree person like Yang Ming. Yang Ming actually ignored his existence. This was harder to endure than arrogant people.

However, the black-moled bodyguard was only outraged; he did not lose his rationale. The black-moled bodyguard carefully probed by launching his kick. Of course, he was baiting Yang Ming to make a move, so this kick was a fake move. He could not kick Yang Ming who was two meters away from him even if his leg was long.

"Are you warming up?" Yang Ming didn't even dodge. He stood still, looking at the black-moled bodyguard with an ambiguous smile.

When the black-moled bodyguard knew that Yang Ming had seen through his intention, he was embarrassed. His face flushed and he let out two dry coughs. He could not admit it, so he could only say, "Why? You don't make a move, and you don't even let me warm up?"

"You can! Why can't you do it? You can just warm up as you like." Yang Ming made a "go ahead" gesture, then stood with his arms folded with an indifferent face. This made the black-moled bodyguard irritated, but there was no other way.

It seems that I can't bait Yang Ming to make a move first. I can only look for an opportunity to make a move.

Yang Ming did not necessarily have to let this guy make a move first. Defeating Yan Shoubao in one move was not impactful enough - the longer the fight dragged on, the more psychological pressure on Yan Shoubao. Only then would he be completely afraid of Yang Ming. Next time when Ming Yang Heavy Industry delivered goods, he would welcome them with a red carpet.

"Heh!" The black-moled bodyguard made a move when he caught Yang Ming being absent-minded. He suddenly shot out and wanted to defeat Yang Ming by surprise! Moreover, it seemed that Yang Ming was caught off guard!

Yang Ming still stood there and did not move, as if he could not react. The black-moled bodyguard was overjoyed in his heart. Just keep pretending to be bad*ss. You deserved to be unlucky. I will kill you while you are off guard.

The black-moled bodyguard's fist punched toward Yang Ming's face. He used all his strength. Even if this were hit on a sandbag, it would punch through the sandbag.

Therefore, the black-moled bodyguard seemed to have seen Yang Ming's head exploding. His mouth revealed a cruel smile. I can't even count how many innocent souls who have died under my iron fist.

Since the black-moled bodyguard had been employed by Yan Shoubao, he had eliminated many opponents for him.

Nowadays, Yan Shoubao could stand on the top of the Phoenix City because of his fierceness and cruelty, and the two bodyguards who did not hesitate to kill.

"En?" The next moment, the black-moled bodyguard felt something was wrong! The distance between Yang Ming and me is not so far. Logically, my fist should have hit Yang Ming's head!

Thinking of this, the black-moled bodyguard was shocked, and he refocused. He suddenly found that Yang Ming did not move his position, but his head had already turned aside without knowing!

His own punch completely missed. He threw the punch at the empty gap, completely striking the air! Since the black-moled bodyguard couldn't even land a hit, he quickly withdrew his hand. Since his body was slanted, his center of gravity was unstable. His whole body was full of weakness. If Yang Ming made a move now, he would be wasted.

However, could Yang Ming not make a move? Yang Ming looked at the black-moled bodyguard with an ambiguous smile. "Okay, I'm going to make a move. Please pay attention."

The black-moled bodyguard was furious. How do I pay attention in my current posture? Your reminder is equal to nonsense! However, before he could complain, Yang Ming had already made a move.

Yang Ming abruptly launched a kick toward the middle of the black-moled bodyguard's legs!

"Ouch~~~~" The black-moled bodyguard's voice was like a music box, and it instantly rose several octaves. His eyeballs protruded outward, and the mouth was in an "O" shape. His hands held his crotch tightly. He knelt on the ground and couldn't help but tremble.

Of course, Yang Ming knew how strong his kick was. This black-moled bodyguard would probably become a eunuch [1] now.

"Oh, it has been a long time. So, brother, you are from the "holding crotch" faction. I'm sorry about my misbehavior." Yang Ming acted as if nothing happened and spoke to the black-moled bodyguard who rolled painfully on the ground.

How would the black-moled bodyguard still have the strength to speak? At this moment, he was mocked by Yang Ming, and he was outraged instantly. He felt so painful that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

The face of Yan Shoubao which did not have much flesh suddenly twitched. He didn't expect Yang Ming's moves to be so vicious. When he saw the black-moled bodyguard fainted on the ground, Yan Shoubao could not help but sweat. How painful is that?

"Is it your turn?" Yang Ming pointed to the other bodyguard with fairer skin and said, "Pretty boy, what martial art faction do you belong to?"

"..." The bodyguard that Yang Ming called pretty boy became speechless. He was just mixed-race. How did he become a pretty boy? But after being mocked by Yang Ming, the pretty boy did not speak immediately. He was waiting for the order from Yan Shoubao instead.

The black-moled bodyguard was kicked by Yang Ming in the crotch. Now, his life and death situation was unknown. Only he could he protect Yan Shoubao, so he did not dare to make a move. Otherwise, who would defend Yan Shoubao?

Yan Shoubao was also a little scared. The black-moled bodyguard was known as the iron fist and was hired at a high price from the underground boxing ring in the south. So many innocent souls died under his fist. However, his status unknown after being kicked by Yang Ming!

Although the move was a little mean, it was undeniable that Yang Ming was still very strong. Otherwise, he would have already died under the iron fist of the black-moled bodyguard.

"Anyone who dared to go against me did not end well." After all, Yan Shoubao was a man who had been through many important occasions. At this moment, he could still be calm. "I will forget our previous matter, so then we don't owe each other. This time, you can deliver your goods, and I won't interfere, but there is no next time!"

"Really? Is this okay?" Yang Ming looked at Yan Shoubao and asked.

"Yes, I promise." Yan Shoubao nodded. He was unsure whether the pretty boy could kill Yang Ming, so he chose to give in. After all, Yang Ming's kick and the twisted expression on the black-moled bodyguard's face made Yan Shoubao very scared. He didn't want Yang Ming to kick him like that.

"But what if I don't agree?" Yang Ming smiled and looked at Yan Shoubao.

Yan Shoubao thought that Yang Ming would agree, but did not expect this guy to be unsatisfied. He was furious instantly. "Don't push too much! I tell you, I haven't been afraid of anyone. I let you go today not because I'm afraid of you, but because I honor you as a good hitman. I think you are also a hitman hired by Ming Yang with a high price, right? This has nothing to do with you. You have finished your mission. Just go back and take the money. What does the other matter have to do with you?"

"Wrong. The mission that I received is to let Ming Yang Heavy Industry's delivery channel to be smooth in Phoenix City! Not just this time." Yang Ming said with a wave of his hand.

"Hmph!" Yan Shoubao snorted, but his hand sneaked to his lower body. In his opinion, even if Yang Ming's skill was good, no matter how agile he was, could he be faster than a bullet?

Yan Shoubao initially thought that the black-moled bodyguard could easily kill Yang Ming, so Yan Shoubao had no intention of using a gun. Now, since he had no chance to deal with him through brute force, then he would use a gun.

"What are you getting?" How could Yan Shouban's movement hide from Yang Ming? Yang Ming looked through Yan Shoubao's desk and saw the movement of his hand. "Are you touching your d*ck?" Do you want to have no offspring? Or are you trying to join the "holding crotch" faction, and you want me to help you?"

Yan Shoubao's movements suddenly stopped, but then he let go of his heart. Even if Yang Ming knew his intention, what could Yang Ming do? Even if he was a bad*ss, he could not fight against a gun. Therefore, his movement did not stop, and he continued to reach for his gun.

"Don't move. Look up and see what this is." Yang Ming raised his hand in an instant, and he had a small lipstick-type pistol in his hand.

This was acquired from Wang Xiaoyan in Macau. At that time, the bullets were spent. But after returning, Yang Ming got a new supply of bullets. In the killer suit that Fang Tian gave him, there were many different types of bullets.

"What is it?" Yan Shoubao was stunned. He had never seen the object in Yang Ming's hand.

"A gun. Do you want to give it a try?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.