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Chapter 902 Not even worthy of carrying shoes with him!

Just as Xiao Kun raised his hand, Yuan Biao crossed his left side with lightning speed, and then a knife hand fell down.

The gun in Xiao Kun's hand was directly hit and bounced away several meters away.

He wanted to go forward and pick up the gun, but was blocked by Yuan Biao.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Biao did not leave him any room to breathe, and punched him several times in succession, causing him to retreat repeatedly, and he was punched hard on his face and chest.

"spit!"

Xiao Kun spit out a white tooth from his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

He lifted the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face becoming hideous and distorted.

"Did you do it on purpose just now?"

Of course, Yuan Biao knew what he meant.

I saw that the corners of his lips curled, brushing his sleeves, and his eyes became sharp, "Are you worthy?"

In terms of skills, Xiao Kun doesn’t even match his shoes!

He deliberately made him underestimate the enemy.

The purpose is to anger him.

He himself knows Yuan Biao's health over the past few years.

He had tried his best just now, but he had not directly put Xiao Kun down.

If he forcefully continues, Xiao Kun will definitely find something strange, so he can only use the method of provoking him to anger and make him lose his mind.

Perhaps, he could escape by chance.

But Xiao Kun did not notice Yuan Biao's abnormality.

His eyes widened incredibly, with the unwillingness in his eyes and the anger he had grown, as if he was annoyed beast, staring at the prey in front of him, wishing he could pounce over and tear him to pieces!

Not worthy?

Pooh!

He will make him regret saying this today!

After all, Xiao Kun has been rolling in the dark organization and climbing to the top of the killer list for the past few years.

Compared to Yuan Biao's pampering life for so many years, although his foundation is still there, his endurance is not as good as that.

Xiao Kun's eyes were red, and there was only a strong murderous intent in front of him.

He punched quickly, vigorously, and viciously, hitting Yuan Biao's body with a fatal point.

Soon, Yuan Biao was at a disadvantage.

Because he was exhausted, he couldn't dodge in the moment of shaking his spirit. He was so cold that he gave Xiao Kun a hook punch, and was hit hard by him, and his whole body fell to the ground.

Xiao Kun's mouth curled up with a sarcastic tone, and his tone was very proud, "Do you still think I'm worthy?"

Yuan Biao supported his body and snorted coldly, "It's just that."

"Diet to the point of death, you are still stubborn? Don't think I don't know. You are no match for me at all. You just want to anger me." Xiao Kun sneered.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Biao was stunned for a moment.

“…”

When Xiao Kun saw his reaction, he knew that he was right.

It’s not that he has fought with Yuan Biao.

In the past, he wouldn't talk nonsense to himself.

Solve it directly with fists.

Now, he just wants to irritate himself through words and want to make himself lose his mind.

Humph, he is not as good as his wishes.

Sure enough, he was cheated and had problems with it.

Xiao Kun raised his eyebrows and deliberately loosened his muscles and bones, looking lazy.

However, Yuan Biao just hit him in the valve with his heavy blow.

Now, he couldn't get angry.

Even a breathing sounded like a icy blew through the heart, reaching the limbs and bones, causing the whole body to twitch.

But Xiao Kun wanted to play a cat and mouse game with him.

"Come on, why did the momentum just now disappear? I'm still waiting for you."
Chapter completed!
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