There were six people in total, with fierce eyes and bulging waists, as if they had something stuffed in them.

The leader was Dao Scarxiong, who came to Chen Yu and showed a ferocious look: "How about we find a remote place and talk about our feelings?"

The tone was cold and full of murderous intent.

Chen Yu looked around. There were pedestrians everywhere. Killing people in such a busy city would definitely not have a good impact.

He hesitated for a while, but Dao Scarxiong mistook it for timidity, and said with a ferocious smile: "Pujie, aren't you a good fighter? Now you know how to be afraid?"

Chen Yu said calmly: "The earth is very big, but no one can make me say the word "fear"."

Dao Scarxiong gave him a thumbs up: "I just admire people like you, who can even blow a cannon in a serious manner."

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."

"How brave, come with me."

Dao Scarxiong turned around with a cold expression and led the way.

The other five younger brothers surrounded Chen Yu to prevent him from escaping.

A group of people turned into a simple alley. The environment was dark, but the street lights were dimly flickering, so they could barely see clearly.

It's remote and quiet, with no one around, so it's the best place to do shady activities.

Scar Xiong paused, turned around, stared at Chen Yu, and sneered: "If you resist in a crowded place, it will be difficult for me, but you should never come here with me. Now you are interfering

It’s hard for my wings to fly!”

He made a gesture, and the five younger brothers stared at him eagerly, cutting off the retreat.

Chen Yu glanced around and said calmly: "Do you think you can deal with me with these few people?"

"Of course we can't do it with bare hands, but we have knives."

As he spoke, he pulled out a long strip wrapped in newspaper from his waist, and after throwing away the newspaper, revealed the shining blade.

The other five younger brothers also followed suit and each pulled out a knife.

Under the streetlight, the blade radiated light and radiated a hint of coldness.

Dao Scarxiong grinned and said: "No matter how hard your fist is, can it be as hard as the blade? No matter how thick your skin is, can you withstand the chop of the blade?"

Chen Yu shook his head, his face full of disappointment: "Is that all?"

Dao Scarxiong growled: "That's enough. Six people and six knives are enough to kill you."

Chen Yu said coldly: "Do you know why I am involved with Xia Shanhu?"

"Why?"

"Because I killed Golden Leopard. At that time, Golden Leopard had sixteen people and sixteen swords."

Dao Scarxiong was stunned for a moment, then sneered with disbelief: "Aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

"Whether it is true or not, you will know soon."

Dao Scarxiong shouted: "I believe you are the one with the ghost, brothers, do it."

With a wave of his hand, the five younger brothers came at him with watermelon knives, gnashing their teeth as if they would not stop until Chen Yu was chopped into pieces.

Chen Yu was very calm. When five sword lights came at him at the same time and were about to cut him, he suddenly turned his steps. His body was like a slippery loach, passing through the gaps between the sword lights and coming to a gangster.

Face to face, close at hand.

The gangster turned pale in horror and backed away crazily.

But it was too late, Chen Yu put one hand on his forehead and pushed hard.

The gangster flew up and hit his head on the wall next to him. With a bang, his head was broken and bleeding, leaving scarlet traces on the wall.

After finishing one person, Chen Yu grabbed the watermelon knife and turned around to chop it.

The light of the knife was fleeting, as fast as lightning, and there was only a loud sound. One of the gangsters' knife was cut off, and a blood line appeared on his forehead, which slowly spread and stopped at his chin, which was shocking.

They were eliminated in the blink of an eye, leaving the rest of the gangsters terrified.

Dao Scarxiong's eyes widened, bloodshot eyes squirmed, and he yelled viciously: "I don't believe how powerful you are!"

After saying that, he swung the watermelon knife and slashed at Chen Yu.

As a boss, he is somewhat capable. At least he can swing a knife much faster than a few minions. But unfortunately, that speed is like a snail crawling in Chen Yu's eyes, pitifully slow.

I saw Chen Yu dodge the blade in a fraction of a second, suddenly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the opponent's throat, and raised it high.

Dao Scarxiong lifted his feet off the ground and kept kicking, but it was of no use at all.

"Boss, we are here to rescue you!"

Two younger brothers rushed up.

Chen Yu didn't even look at it, he just stabbed him with his backhand.

The sword light connected in a line and grazed the two people's throats.

Instantly, blood spurted out, and the bodies of the two younger brothers froze, and finally fell limply to the ground.

Dao Scarxiong saw this and his eyes were about to burst: "If you throw yourself into the street, you will die badly!"

Chen Yu said calmly: "Whether I will die well or not is unknown for now, but you are different, you are going to die now."

Dao Scarxiong roared: "You——"

The sound stopped suddenly. It was Chen Yu who twisted his throat, ended his life completely, and then threw him aside casually, like throwing away garbage.

There's only one gangster left.

Chen Yu glanced at him, and the gangster was so frightened that he fell to his knees: "Don't kill me. I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and..."

Chen Yu interrupted him: "You look only in your twenties. Did your mother give birth to you when she was in her fifties?"

The gangster's expression froze.

"Forget it, I'm not a cruel person." Chen Yu, who had just killed five people, said this.

The gangster breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to thank him profusely, Chen Yu spoke again: "But if you don't leave something behind, you will lose your memory."

The gangster's expression became miserable again. After a moment, he gritted his teeth, picked up the watermelon knife and chopped off a finger, and asked: "Mr. Chen, is this enough?"

Chen Yu waved his hand: "Go away."

The gangster, as if he had been granted amnesty, rolled and crawled out of the alley.

Quietness returned to the alley.

Chen Yu did not choose to leave, but said slowly: "After watching for so long, it's time to come out, right?"

The sound echoed in the alley.

Then, the sound of applause sounded in the darkness.

"Pa bang bang..."

The applause became louder and louder, and several figures emerged.

Walking in the front was Xia Shanhu, with a smile on his lips: "Brother Chen is so chivalrous and kind-hearted that he doesn't even kill everyone, which is admirable."

Chen Yu said calmly: "You dare to talk to me like this, it seems you have a lot of ideas."

Xia Shanhu said: "I only have one idea. If I get rid of you, the 2.7 million gambling money and 600,000 dividends will be mine."

Chen Yu sneered: "You have such a big appetite, aren't you afraid of dying here?"

"Brother Chen, there is no need to worry about me, I have already prepared the digestive tablets."

As he spoke, he suddenly took out a pistol from his waist, and pointed the black muzzle directly at Chen Yu.

The tiger who went down the mountain said with a ferocious smile: "So what if you have great martial arts skills? I have a gun!"

Chen Yu laughed dumbly: "So what if I have a gun?"

The tiger descending the mountain sneered: "No matter how fast your fists and feet are, can you be faster than a bullet?"

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Yu actually nodded and said seriously: "You can get by quickly."

Xiashanhu was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Unless you are a god!"
Chapter completed!