"He can't go far, he should be nearby. This parking lot is so empty and there are no branch roads. No matter how fast he goes, he can't reach the opposite exit." Wen Fei said to Yu Wei calmly.
After hearing this, Yu Wei looked around the environment again, nodded in agreement and said: "Your analysis is correct. He should still be here. He may be hiding somewhere here, such as behind the car. If we
If you search here carefully, you may be able to find him."
Wen Fei agreed. The two of them walked side by side on both sides of the parking lot, carefully searching around the car and squatting down to search from time to time.
It is already past ten o'clock in the night, and there are not many cars coming or going in the parking lot, which makes it seem very deserted. In addition, several lights are broken, and they turn on and off for a while, and even make a "pop" sound unexpectedly.
The sound adds a strange charm to the place.
When Yu Wei walked to the middle position and was about to squat down to see if there was anyone hiding under a car next to him, suddenly a figure jumped towards him from behind a pillar next to him.
"Yu Wei, be careful! He has a knife in his hand!" Wen Fei saw it from the opposite side and shouted to Yu Wei loudly. His voice sounded unusually loud in the empty parking lot.
A bright knife pierced Yu Wei with a cold light. The speed was so fast that Yu Wei was frightened and big beads of sweat appeared on his head. Without enough time to think about it, Yu Wei hurriedly retreated. But the light of the knife threatened him.
The strong wind was already blowing over him. With a "chi" sound, the coat Yu Wei was wearing was cut by the light of the knife, and his skin could already feel the chill from the sharp knife edge.
Yu Wei instinctively tightened his muscles all over his body and grabbed the knife with both hands at the same time. Seeing that he missed the blow, the black figure turned around and cut across the knife edge. Yu Wei's body dodged again, his right hand had touched the light of the knife, and he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.
He grabbed it with his hand, and the sharp knife cut his palm into five or six bloody cuts. The blood dripped down like running water. Ignoring the pain, Yu Wei held the knife tightly in his hand and flew towards the palm with a kick.
The shadow kicked away.
The black figure wanted to draw the knife, but it didn't even twitch. He dodged slightly to the side to avoid Yu Wei's kick, and at the same time he also flew up and kicked it over. Yu Wei's right hand did not dare to let go of the knife.
The knife, so he was kicked solidly in the chest. All the strength in his hand disappeared, and he let go of the bloody knife. His broad body fell to the ground like a stone pillar, making a dull sound.
.
The black shadow did not intend to let Yu Wei go, and continued to stab Yu Wei with the sharp knife in his hand in the direction where Yu Wei fell to the ground. Yu Wei's pupils watched the bright knife light dripping with blood getting closer and closer, and he closed his eyes in despair.
His eyes were blinded. It was too late, but by that time, Wen Fei had already arrived from the opposite side and saw Yu Wei in a desperate situation. He had already risen into the sky, and his figure under the light was like a roc spreading its wings, with a very graceful and elegant posture.
The huge sense of depression seemed to fall from the sky, which made the black shadow dare not rush forward to chase Yu Wei, so he quickly took back the knife and turned it in a direction to draw towards Wen Fei. Wen Fei turned slightly in mid-air and flew up at the same time.
Kick towards the sword light.
Seeing Wen Fei's menacing approach, the black figure hurriedly took a step back to stabilize his figure. Wen Fei landed on the ground and looked back at Yu Wei, who was lying on the ground. The palm of Yu Wei's right hand was dripping with blood, and there were a bunch of blood beads.
The strings fell to the ground. There was a slightly exaggerated black footprint on the T-shirt on his chest, and there was a deep knife mark on the coat on his shoulder, with blood oozing out from inside.
"Is it okay? Is the wound deep? You call the ambulance yourself and I will deal with him." Wen Fei said to Yu Wei.
"Don't worry, it's all skin injuries. I can still hold on. Brother Fei, I want to watch you break this kid's hands." Yu Wei gasped and said loudly, his voice becoming angry and nervous.
A little hoarse.
"You take a rest nearby and watch carefully how I break this kid's hands." Wen Fei said facing the black figure, murderous intent emerging from his sharp eyes.
The black figure had dyed yellow hair and was wearing a short jacket. This person was Zhao Yang. He was playing with the sharp knife in his hand, looking at Wen Fei up and down, with a look of disdain on his face, and a furious look on his face.
Overflowing with words: "You want to break my hand. So you are not the police. Then who are you? Why are you following me?"
"You don't know me, but I know you. You are Zhao Yang, the fast knife, and Tan Jin was killed by you. You have the guts to kill even the third leader of the Flying Eagle Gang." Wen Fei said coldly.
"Haha..." Zhao Yang laughed wildly into the air and turned the sharp knife stained with blood in his hand faster and faster, "You are from the Flying Eagle Gang. Yi Tianxiong sent you here? Now the Flying Eagle Gang has been destroyed.
, you still worked hard for him, how much money did he give you."
"I'm not from the Flying Eagle Gang. I'm Wen Fei from the 'Martial God Company', and I'm here to arrest you today. If I hand you over to the police, I can be freed from the suspicion of killing Tan Jin. But now that you've killed or injured my brother, I
I must break both of your hands."
Zhao Yang had at least five or six murder cases in his hands, so he clearly felt that there was an aura of death coming from Wen Fei's words. This aura can only be found in people who kill many people, and he is also like this.
race people.
"You are 'Martial God Wen Fei'." A surprised expression flashed across Zhao Yang's face, but he quickly recovered, "I heard that you killed 'Gou Xiong'. I didn't look for you, but you came to find me.
.Actually, you and I are the same kind of people. We are both people with a lot of blood on our hands. We will never be clean in this life."
"I didn't kill 'Gou Xiong', it was Yi Tianxiong. But I killed Sun Tianye. Although my hands are stained with blood, unlike you, you kill people for money. And I kill everyone.
Everyone deserves to die, and I won't kill people for money like you do. You are also a damned person." Wen Fei's calm tone sounded very cold.
"Killing is killing. There are so many reasons." Zhao Yang smiled ferociously and picked up the sharp knife in his hand. The edge of the knife was still dripping with bright red blood. Zhao Yang stuck out his tongue and took a sip of blood. He looked very nervous.
Enjoying the taste of blood. Yu Wei couldn't help but feel sick when he saw it.
Zhao Yang suddenly screamed strangely, waved the sharp knife in his hand and stabbed Wen Fei a few times tentatively. Wen Fei stepped back slightly, his eyes fixed on the sharp knife in Zhao Yang's hand. A perverted smile appeared on Zhao Yang's face,
His fierce gaze was full of hostility. He pressed forward step by step, the light of the sword swaying back and forth, and the cold blade suffocated the air here.
Wen Fei saw the right moment and kicked Zhao Yang on the wrist. Zhao Yang retracted his hand, raised the sharp knife and slashed towards Wen Fei's ankle. Wen Fei changed the direction of the kick and turned sideways at the same time.
Come over, stretch out your right hand and hit him with an uppercut.
The wind of the fist roared and was extremely powerful. Zhao Yang hurriedly stepped back. Wen Fei did not dare to pursue easily, but just followed slowly. Zhao Yang saw Wen Fei advancing, and suddenly his movements became faster, and the sharp knife in his hand was like a windmill.
As he danced, his whole body was wrapped in a blade of light, and at the same time, his body also spun and rushed towards Wen Fei.
"What a fast knife!" Wen Fei secretly praised in his heart, his eyes widened, and he stepped back, taking five or six steps. The light of the knife also turned and followed him, and the sharp sound of the sharp blade pierced the air.
It was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. Yu Wei was lying next to the pillar. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but feel frightened secretly and sweated for Wen Fei.
After taking a few more steps back, Wen Fei suddenly lifted up and flew into the air. His right hand touched his waist. At the same time, he turned around in mid-air and flicked his right hand, and a black weapon flew out from his waist. Zhao Yang was caught off guard and didn't know what was happening before him.
What is it, stabbing the sharp knife towards the black man?
With a "Bang" sound, Zhao Yang yelled, and the back of the hand holding the knife was hit so hard that the sharp knife almost fell out of his hand. Zhao Yang retracted his hand and quickly opened his eyes to take a closer look. There was a wide blood mark on the back of his hand. Wen Fei had fallen on it.
On the ground, the black mass was still twisting left and right, and the wind was howling. After standing still, Wen Fei straightened a dark leather belt tightly with both hands.
It turned out that the belt was slapped on the back of Zhao Yang's hand. Zhao Yang's face was filled with murderous intent, and his eyes were a little red. He let out another strange scream, swung the sharp knife away again, and stabbed Wen Fei viciously in the body.
Wen Fei quickly swung the belt away and slapped it on Zhao Yang's face. Zhao Yang didn't avoid it, and another bloody streak was pulled out on his face, and his eyes seemed to be shining with stars.
He reached out and touched his beaten face, and there were bloodshot eyes on his fingers. Burning pain came from his face. This time, he was completely irritated. He screamed loudly, covered his head with one hand, and faced Wen Wen.
The flying belt rushed towards him, and the other hand held a sharp knife and stabbed him quickly. This was obviously a method of killing both of them.
Wen Fei had the upper hand at this time, so he would not fight Zhao Yang desperately. After dodging the sword light, he then used the belt to hit Zhao Yang's head wildly. The sound of "crackling" could not be heard, and Zhao Yang was so painful that he ran away with his head in his hands.
Like a headless fly, but refusing to let go of the sharp knife in his hand.
Seeing that Zhao Yang still wanted to trap the beast and fight, Wen Fei simply refused to let him go and continued to step forward and beat him violently with a belt. Zhao Yang howled like a slaughtered pig, and the sharp knife in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell to the ground with a "clang". His hands
Holding his head in his hands, he spun around in circles.
Only then did Wen Fei stop, turned back, pulled the belt with both hands to wrap Zhao Yang's arms, and then used both hands to exert force on both ends of the belt, only to hear a "creak" and Zhao Yang's shrill scream came out,
One of his arms was broken. Wen Fei untied his belt, and at the same time he flew up and kicked Zhao Yang's other arm. The same "crack" sound was heard again, and the same miserable scream was heard.
, the other arm was also broken by Wen Fei.
After doing all this, Zhao Yang completely lost the ability to resist. Wen Fei tied the belt back to his waist and used his hands to tidy up his hair that was soaked in sweat and hanging on his forehead. Zhao Yang's body fell limply to the ground.
, his arms were hanging motionless on his shoulders.
"Okay, it's so exciting, so enjoyable! Brother Fei, you looked so cool just now." Yu Wei clapped his hands despite the bleeding. Wen Fei turned around and stretched out his hand to make a gesture to Yu Wei
"ok" gesture.
Zhao Yang fell to the ground helplessly, his face covered with bloodstains from being beaten by the belt. He glanced at Wen Fei feebly with his dull eyes, his eyes showing the sadness of crying without tears.