It wasn't until he felt that everything was empty in front of him and the last person around him lay down that Zhang Feng looked at the remaining people.

They surrounded Zhang Feng from a distance, but stopped moving forward.

"Walk!"

When some people saw the twisted corpse of their companion, they were so frightened that their liver and gallbladder filled their throats.

At this time, when he saw Zhang Feng looking at him like a bloody man, he dropped his weapon and ran towards the door.

Several gang members nearby also ran away, wanting to leave this place filled with the smell of blood.

But there are also a few people who are jealous and want to kill Zhang Feng, who is a weakling at the crossbow.

Zhang Feng had been stabbed several times before, and they could see clearly.

But in the demon state, Zhang Feng endured the pain of the knife wounds on his back and right arm. At the moment they escaped, he tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it around his palm and the handle of the knife to prevent the injury from being affected.

, the hand loses its strength, the Tang Dao falls out of the hand.

At the same time, he turned around and rushed out of the gap in the encirclement. He turned sideways to deflect the incoming steel knife, deflected the blade, and cut the throat of the incoming man.

He took a step forward, half-lifted the man's body, and threw it towards the two men chasing after him.

They want to get out of the way.

Zhang Feng followed up, walked around from behind the corpse, slashed one person's throat with the blade, turned around, and stabbed the other person in the chest.

He then looked at the seven people who were escaping.

Zhang Feng caught up with him in a few steps, beheading or stabbing five of them on the backs of their necks and vests.

They fled in a hurry, just thinking of being faster than the others. No one dared to fight back, and they all died under Zhang Feng's knife.

But the person who was running away in front suddenly turned around and stabbed Zhang Feng in the heart with a knife, just like Zhang Feng was hitting the blade.

Zhang Feng narrowly avoided it by turning sideways, then cut across his chest to remove his back hand, and with a sudden push, he jumped back, knocking over the bench next to him with a crash.

At this moment, a person chasing behind him saw Zhang Feng's back turned to him, but he suddenly bent over and rushed towards him desperately.

When Zhang Fengzheng was chasing the man, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Although he took a step forward and dodged the stab from his vest, the tip of the dagger dropped and pierced the side of his leg.

Blood overflowed, mixing with the clothes that were already wet with blood.

Zhang Feng's eyes were red with blood, he turned around suddenly and chopped off half of his head with one knife!

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the short knife on the side of his leg, bowed his body and thrust it out to the left, inserting it into the heart of the other person who was attacking him.

After killing these two people, Zhang Feng walked up to the man who had just turned around and drew the sword, picked up the chair that had fallen over beside him, and smashed it on his head!

The solid bench is split into two pieces.

Zhang Feng held up the chair at the split point and thrust it into his face, eyes, and forcefully inserted a broken piece of wood into his skull.

The body fell on its back.

Zhang Feng tilted his head, endured the pain of his injury, and took a few steps forward to catch up with the last member of the gang who ran to the door.

He panicked and tried to open the door, but his hands and feet were shaking.

The Tang knife stabbed out, and penetrated his chest with a "puff". The blade came out of his body, and "crack" was placed on the door, leaving a mark.

The blade was drawn out, and the gang members pulled the door open with their hands and fell down.

Zhang Feng held the Tang knife upside down and listened to the faint noise of pedestrians outside the door, but then walked back into the building and cut the throats of the seriously injured people one by one.

Wait until the last person's neck is peeled off.

Zhang Feng took a long breath, and the moment the demon disappeared, he stumbled a few steps forward weakly.

He stood up holding on to the table next to him and wiped the blood spattered on his face.

At this time, I looked around and saw broken corpses everywhere. The Lianyan Tower was quiet, and everything I could see was blood-red.

Twenty-eight members of the Lian Yan Gang, including Mr. Liu, all died in this building.

'Tick-tock' blood dripped from the corner of the table next to it.

Zhang Feng supported the tables around him, walked slowly to the big table, pushed the corpse on the table, propped up the wine jar with his left hand, raised his head and drank a few sips of strong wine.

‘Pa Ta’ the wine jar was smashed, he raised the Tang knife in his right hand, cut some rags from his sleeve, gritted his teeth, pressed on the side of the injured leg and bandaged it tightly.

Stepping on the thick blood under my feet.

Zhang Feng staggered to the door, wiped the still-sharp blade on the clothes of the nearby corpse, put the Tang knife into its sheath, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Wow—

The warm sunset of autumn shines.

The disgusting smell of blood wafted from the restaurant to the street.

Outside the door, a group of pedestrians gathered on the street. They were all looking at everything inside the door in fear. The ground was covered with blood and there was a lot of noise!

"Killing someone—"

Shouts and panic echoed through the streets.

In front of them were the three policemen from before.

However, although the three of them were holding batons, looking at Zhang Feng who looked like a bloody man and the mutilated corpses all over the building, they could not hide their nervousness. They only dared to shout loudly and approach slowly,

"Stop...stop!!"

They shouted loudly, their palms holding the batons were stained with sweat, their fingers were clenched back and forth, and their steps were difficult to move.

Zhang Feng smiled casually and leaned against the door, looking at the patrolman who was approaching cautiously.

"Take it easy, you three, and don't lose my knife.

This is evidence.
Chapter completed!