Song Ziyang's figure flashed rapidly under the black shadow of the trees. At this time, his blood was boiling, but his mind was calmer than ever before. It was as if he had returned to the days of mercenaries, fighting with blood.
He didn't bring Wang Yong with him. He really liked this loyal and brave boy and didn't want him to make any mistakes.
Secondly, there is also a need for support from outside.
Of course, when he gave his reasons, he only mentioned the second one, otherwise it would be strange that this somewhat stubborn guy would stay obediently.
Tiefeilin's villa is at the top of Gaogang.
At this time, it was dark inside. More than a dozen men in black suits broke in through the window and the front door, and screams were heard from time to time. On the way here, Song Ziyang also discovered that there were about a hundred people divided into four groups, blocking the way.
On the only way up.
Obviously, the people of Dongxing Society were not unprepared for possible reinforcements from Tianmen.
However, because they were too spread out, it was very helpful for him to break through.
The only thing that was a bit difficult was the dozens of people in front of the villa.
The distance of forty to fifty meters is too wide. As soon as he shows his body, he will be intercepted and killed by the opponent immediately. It will not be so easy to break into the villa to save others.
Fortunately, looking at the situation, it seems that they have just started to attack and have not succeeded yet.
"Damn it, these grandsons are really fucking capable!" Just when Song Ziyang couldn't hold himself back and wanted to rush forward, a curse suddenly came from his ears.
It turned out that a boy from Dongxing Society came here to release water.
Chance.
Song Ziyang raised the corner of his mouth and slowly slipped out from behind the tree. There were many fallen leaves under his feet, and there was inevitably a slight sound when he stepped on them. However, this young man from Dongxing Society was obviously not very alert.
Click!
The fragile bones of the throat broke into a ball, making a crisp sound. The boy's eyes widened, his hands loosened, and he let the steel knife fall, and reached out to grab Song Ziyang's hand that was made of steel.
Song Ziyang stepped lightly with his right foot, and the handle of the falling steel knife immediately went downwards. The moment it almost fell to the ground, his foot stopped it first, and with a slight lift, the steel knife started flying again.
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He reached out to catch it, and at this moment, the boy's hands also dropped weakly.
Song Ziyang dragged him aside, and when he came out again, he had already put on his shirt and carried his steel knife.
"Erhu, why did you take so long to pee? Are you scared? Come on, it's our turn!"
In the distance, a young man from Dongxing Society was running towards this place. When he saw him, he turned back and then shouted excitedly: "Kill Tie Feilin and get a reward of one million!"
He rushed in directly towards the front door.
Seeing this, Song Ziyang couldn't help but reveal a cold smile. He lowered his head and quickly rushed in.
The living room on the first floor of the villa was in chaos, with more than a dozen corpses lying around, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
At this time, the stairs were crowded with people.
Obviously, someone was guarding the corner on the second floor. The other party was condescending and naturally had the upper hand. From time to time, a younger brother from Dongxing Society fell down the stairs screaming.
However, the people behind will step forward to make up for it without hesitation.
In the face of superiority and money, life is not worth cherishing!
Of course, there were also a dozen young men from Dongxing Club, probing around on the first floor, searching for valuables.
Many people even turned on their mobile phones and took photos randomly.
But it happened to be convenient for Song Ziyang to do it.
puff!
A young boy who was holding a vase in his arms was stabbed on the waist before he could straighten up.
He immediately let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground.
Song Ziyang grabbed his steel knife with his left hand and threw it towards the stairs. Two young men from Dongxing Club who turned around were hit hard.
"Ah, there's someone down there!"
"Damn, there's still someone from Tianmen alive, find him quickly!"
There were roars one after another, and seven or eight boys on the stairs immediately turned and rushed down. The boys from Dongxing Society in the hall and the bedroom also rushed out one after another, trying to find the hidden murderer.
But no one noticed that Song Ziyang shouted the loudest.
More than a dozen people immediately took action. Song Ziyang followed a younger brother and gently pushed the opponent's back with his left hand, causing him to run into the arms of a younger brother on the opposite side.
No one noticed that a silver needle turned into a stream of light and flew out from his fingertips.
"Damn it, Mao Tou, you...ah!" The young man had just pushed away the person who bumped into him, and suddenly felt a pain in his neck. He reached out and touched a handful of blood, then he roared and kicked
He kicked him out.
Song Ziyang had already ducked to the side and used almost similar methods to injure several people.
"Damn it, there's someone from Tianmen among us!" Song Ziyang roared and staggered back toward the stairs, as if he was injured.
After he shouted like this, and five or six people had been injured inexplicably, the remaining people were immediately in danger, and the hot-tempered one, regardless of his injuries, rushed directly towards the person who was plotting against him.
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In the dark, accidental injuries are always inevitable, so signs of fighting spread immediately.
Song Ziyang took the opportunity and ran up the stairs.
"What the hell, what's going on down there?" Zhang Meng, a strong man from Dongxing Club, had just finished getting rid of the few people blocking the stairs. When he heard something was wrong below, he immediately turned around and yelled.
"The people from Tianmen are coming to kill them." Song Ziyang lowered his head and leaned over.
Zhang Meng frowned and suddenly took a step back: "Tianmen...who are you?"
"Kill your people!" Song Ziyang suddenly raised his head and smiled. The deer rhinoceros knife in his right hand instantly swept across the bodies of the three Dongxing Club boys, and then went straight for Zhang Meng.
"Fuck me, kill me!" Zhang Meng's eyes widened, he waved an iron rod and hit him on the head.
Song Ziyang dodged, then flicked his left hand, and a ray of silver light instantly penetrated into his chest.
Zhang Meng took a step back and was about to sweep across with his big stick when he suddenly paused and all his strength seemed to disappear for a moment, then he recovered again.
Before he could figure out what was going on, Song Ziyang had already slashed his shoulder with a knife, pulling off two ounces of flesh.
With a miserable groan, Zhang Meng pulled away and retreated hastily. However, Song Ziyang knew that at this time, he could only fight quickly. How could he be given a chance to regroup?
The cold light in his eyes rose sharply, following him like a shadow, and the deer rhinoceros knife in his hand was picked out again.
Zhang Meng was worthy of the word "Yi Meng". He made a fist with his left hand and smashed it directly against the light of the sword.
"ah!"
As he screamed, his fist was directly pierced by the sharp rhinoceros knife. When he stepped back, Song Ziyang suddenly jumped up, and the silver needle in his left hand was inserted straight into his temple.
Zhang Meng's eyes widened. This fierce general from Dongxing Society was raped and killed like this!
As soon as Song Ziyang's feet landed on the ground, he threw out the pulled rhinoceros knife. A young boy from Dongxing Society was knocked to the ground before he could rush to him.
Of the remaining three or four Dongxing Society boys, two of them turned around and ran away.
The other two people left the bedroom door which had been opened and rushed towards him.
Song Ziyang ducked in between the two of them, stretched out his hands, grabbed the other's wrist, and exerted force.
Two screams came out almost at the same time, and the steel knives in their hands fell from their hands.
Song Ziyang's right foot swept out like lightning, and the two steel knives turned into a roar, sweeping the two fleeing Dongxing Club boys down the stairs.
Song Ziyang took a breath, walked over and picked up the deer rhinoceros knife, and then walked directly into the bedroom.
Woo!
A pale sword light struck head-on.
"Stop!" A low scolding sounded almost at the same time, but the sword seemed unable to stop in time.
Song Ziyang stooped backwards, but his whole body slipped under his arm. He turned around and pushed on his back, and the man staggered out.
"Tiezi!" Song Ziyang looked at the dark-faced man lying on the bed and showed a lazy smile.
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