Zhao Neng is about one meter tall and looks rough, but in fact, he is the kind of calculating and ruthless character who kills without blood.
This meeting was actually not what Zhang Tianxin thought. He only arranged two rooms for people.
In fact, as early as the night before, Zhao Neng had asked his cronies to hide in the private rooms on both sides in advance. Before Zhang Tianxin arrived, he had already hid in the pre-arranged private room.
And even if Wang Yong didn't know about Tie Feilin's spy in Dongxing Society, he could still get the news about this meeting.
Because this was originally arranged by Zhao Neng. He knew what it meant to him to have a powerful killer hiding in the dark. As the saying goes, a thief can be a thief in a thousand days, but there is no guard against a thief in a thousand days.
If he wants to feel comfortable being the boss of his Dongxing Society, he can only recruit the other party and then kill him. Therefore, in some respects, Zhang Tianxin, the killer of Shizhang Hongchen, is his pawn.
If he had entered the private room where Zhang Tianxin was at the beginning, he would have been caught in the massacre by the killers of Shizhang Hongchen and the elites of Dongxing Society. Song Ziyang guessed his arrangement in an instant, and in his heart
He couldn't help but sigh that he was lucky. But his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his murderous intent was as bloody as blood.
Tie Feilin is an iron-blooded man who likes to go straight. If he loses honestly, even if Song Ziyang will avenge him, he will at least have three respects for his enemy.
But Zhao Neng is so insidious, cunning, and shameless. If he can't let his blood splatter three steps, how can he be worthy of Tie Feilin's spirit in the sky?
"Haha, Qinglong, it seems that you have chosen the wrong master. They don't seem to care much about your life or death!" Wu Hao suddenly laughed strangely, and the nine-ring knife in his hand flew with unparalleled strength, knocking away two Dongxings.
The younger brother of the club.
Zhang Tianxin said, his face getting more and more ugly. He always thought that Zhao Neng really didn't arrive, but unexpectedly, he actually acted as a bait for him, and Wu Hao told him so.
For a moment, he was so angry that he ignored his injured wrist and fiercely attacked Wu Hao: "Go ahead, kill him!"
"You'd better stay!" Song Ziyang sneered and suddenly attacked Zhang Tianxin.
Puff puff...
With blood splattering, Song Ziyang opened the belly of two Dongxing Club boys and came to Zhang Tianxin's back. Only then did Zhang Tianxin turn around. The dagger in his hand hit the Luxi Knife, and Song Ziyang was hit by Song Ziyang on his lower abdomen.
Kicked!
Zhang Tianxin staggered back a few steps. Before he could recover, Wu Hao rushed forward without fear of death. He was hit on the back and his lower abdomen was dripping with blood, but he seemed to have no feeling.
Seemingly excited, he slashed at Zhang Tianxin with his sword.
With a few jingling sounds, the dagger in Zhang Tianxin's hand flew to nowhere. So when Wu Hao's nine-ring knife slashed towards him, he subconsciously raised his hand.
The hand was broken at the wrist and flew up.
However, there was no scream, because his throat had been cut by the nine-ring knife. Zhang Tianxin twitched and fell to the ground, and the boundless darkness swallowed him up like a tide.
"Let's go!" Song Ziyang has been helping Wu Hao, blocking attacks from both sides. He glanced at Zhao Neng who was hiding behind the crowd. Although he was unwilling to do so, under the current situation, he could only give up.
There were only a dozen or so Dongxing Club boys in the hall, so it was easy to kill them.
"Brother, let's go. Today I'm here to kill that kid to avenge the boss. I won't leave until he's dead!" Wu Hao said, broke away from Song Ziyang, and rushed in the direction of Zhao Neng.
past.
Another desperate one! Song Ziyang gritted his teeth, followed suit.
"Why did you follow me?"
"Stop talking nonsense, follow me and charge!" Song Ziyang flashed forward and surpassed Wu Hao. He swung the white deer rhinoceros knife in his hand one after another. In an instant, the knives of the three Dongxing Club boys were all thrown away.
The sword flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the three people's throats were wiped in two. When their feet moved, a steel knife fell and seriously injured a Dongxing Club boy.
In the blink of an eye, four people were destroyed!
"Holy shit, master!" Wu Hao couldn't help but scream when he saw this. Fortunately, he didn't forget to take action when he spoke, otherwise Song Ziyang would have to vomit blood.
However, this is a corridor after all, so you can't use any tricks.
Although Song Ziyang had dealt a heavy hand, his body was still inevitably covered with old wounds and new ones, so that it looked bloody and extremely tragic! The most terrible thing is that in the past few days, he had been fighting constantly, even when he was recuperating in Haifeng
It has been three days, but the injury has not healed. Now after such a period of high-intensity consumption, I feel that I am unable to survive.
Wu Hao was not much better than him. This guy fought with all his might, and he felt a bit like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, fighting tooth and nail. However, in the corridor, those Dongxing Club boys had no retreat, and they fought desperately one by one.
This guy's body is already covered with wounds.
not good!
Song Ziyang flicked his left hand, and a silver needle whizzed into the eye of a boy. The boy whined in pain, but this guy went crazy and danced the steel knife in his hand with a whirring sound. He was momentarily
Unexpectedly, he caused the deer rhinoceros knife to fly away.
Song Ziyang secretly screamed that something was wrong, but it was already too late to retreat. Two steel knives had already cut him off from the left and right. Just when his whole body tensed up and was about to receive a blow, his body was suddenly pulled back by a strong force.
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Wu Hao puffed up his chest and faced the light of the sword and hit it.
The steel knife penetrated the flesh and blood flew out.
Wu Hao was hit with two swords in a row, but the nine-ring sword also knocked the two young men upside down. Then he collided with the crazy and famous young man, and then smashed the opponent with his fist and sent them flying backwards.
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The fighting suddenly fell silent, and Wu Hao slowly sat down on the ground.
Song Ziyang had already rushed to his side, and the silver needle in his left hand quickly stabbed several important places on his body: "Fuck, who asked you to block the knife for me?"
"Ha, this, this is our Tianmen's own business. It would be unreasonable to drag you in as an outsider. I can't let you die before me, right?" Wu Hao grinned, and then looked at him with regret.
He glanced at Zhao Neng: "But, it's a pity..."
"Brother Cihu..."
"Brother Song..."
"Damn it, Brother Cihu has fought tooth and nail for us. Brothers, risk your lives and chop up all the offal from Dongxing Society!"
At this moment, there was a shout. Song Ziyang glanced quickly and saw only a dozen people, who had already rushed to the corridor. The one running at the front was Wang Yong!
"No need to be sorry, Zhao Neng is dead!" Song Ziyang raised his head and took a look. Zhao Neng had already run away under the escort of a dozen frightened men. He stood up and faced Wang who had already arrived.
Yong said "protect the thorn tiger" and chased after him!