Without exception, these genetic warriors possessed the habits of some kind of beast, and the strength and speed they erupted at this moment far surpassed that of ordinary human warriors.

It can only be said that the genetic science in the United States is indeed powerful.

It's just that Ye Hao's expression didn't change much when facing the genetic warrior that many people feared like a tiger.

He took a step forward, punched lightly, followed by a bump and a kick.

Accompanied by his seemingly random movements, every time, someone screamed and flew out.

In just a moment, more than a dozen genetic warriors were all limp on the ground. They roared unwillingly, but they had already lost their combat effectiveness.

This scene is extremely terrifying!

Although those internet celebrity beauties don't know martial arts, they can tell that these so-called genetic warriors are not on the same level as Ye Hao.

"Shua!"

At this moment, Ning Xiaobei's face darkened, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and his teeth seemed to become sharper.

At the same time, with a movement of his body, he rushed towards where Ye Hao was.

The action is fierce and the speed is extremely fast.

Xie Mengyao subconsciously said: "Young Master Ye, be careful!"

"Snapped--"

Ye Hao didn't even look at Ning Xiaobei, but slapped Ning Xiaobei with his backhand.

With a crisp sound, this time the slap landed on the face of Ning Xiaobei who had exploded with strength.

Ning Xiaobai let out a scream, and flew straight out, hitting the marble wall behind him, and spewed out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The so-called cultivation base has greatly improved, but in front of Ye Hao, he is still vulnerable.

"Ugh�"

Ye Hao didn't stop casually like this, but stepped on the coffee table in front of him with his right foot.

A fruit knife on a fruit plate flew out at this moment, Ning Xiaobei's face turned pale, and it was too late to dodge.

"nail--"

With a crisp sound, the fruit knife was directly stuck on the side of Ning Xiaobei's forehead, shaking slightly.

It was only a hair's breadth away, and it pierced through his forehead.

At this moment, Ning Xiaobei clearly felt that the god of death seemed to be in front of her.

He let out a scream almost like a conditioned reflex, his crotch was instantly soaked, and a smell of urine rose to the sky

"Protect Young Master Ning!"

The genetic warriors on the ground struggled and crawled over. They wanted to block Ye Hao and prevent Ning Xiaobei from being killed by Ye Hao.

However, Ye Hao didn't intend to continue to step forward, but took out the paper towel on the table, wiped his fingers, and said lightly: "Countling is counseling."

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