"Uncle Biao, I won't leave!" Wang Dongxu waved his hand, and the steel knife slashed into the opponent's chest. The opponent was stunned. He just wanted to take out his knife, but found that the knife was held tightly by the opponent. Then,
I couldn't feel any sensation immediately.
Ho ho ho…
More than fifty people from the other party immediately surrounded the remaining ten or so people from the Thirteen Gang. This battle was completely lost. The other party first used firearms to maim twenty or thirty of their own people, and then consumed their own in the hall.
There are powerful forces, and then outflank... all of this seems to be premeditated.
"Fuck you!" Wang Dongxu glared at the opponent. The steel knife in his hand was already curling up. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the opponent. Tietou appeared at this time. He was carrying a big knife, and the target of the big knife was tied with a trace of
Red Satin. Tietou grinned and said, "How are you, little nephew? Do you want to have a fight with your Uncle Tie?"
"Die!" Wang Dongxu slashed at the opponent with the machete in his hand.
Bangdang...
The machete in Wang Dongxu's hand was swung by Tietou, and it fell to the ground without any trace. Wang Dongxu glared at Tietou, who grinned. Uncle Biao on the side hurriedly pulled Wang Dongxu back.
She protected him behind her, looked at Tietou without any expression, and said, "Tietou, what do you want?!"
"Haha, isn't this Brother Biao, the God of War of the Thirteenth Gang? I have invited you many times, but you have refused to come to our Tie Ying Gang. If you come, I promise to give you half of the country. How about that?" Tie Ying said.
He looked at Uncle Biao with a smile.
"Thank you, no need!" Uncle Biao shook his head and said, "It was my nephew who offended you today, but I hope you will let him go for my sake!"
"Haha, how can that be done!" Tietou laughed and said: "The Jianghu people, according to the rules of the Jianghu, smashed my place and beat my brother. I don't ask much, just an arm!"
Hiss...
Everyone gasped. It was not a good thing to remove an arm. Although it could be reattached later, the attached arm was no better than the original one. It had poor mobility and sensitivity.
Not bad. The most important thing is that all kinds of diseases come when you get old. Everyone's face turns pale, and one of their hands is cut off. If Wang Laohu finds out about this, he will probably go crazy, even his own son.
Unable to protect him. "Uncle Biao, I won't leave!" Wang Dongxu waved his hand, and the steel knife slashed hard at the opponent's chest. The opponent was stunned. He just wanted to take out his knife, but found that the knife was held tightly by the opponent.
It stopped, and then I immediately felt no consciousness at all.
Ho ho ho…
More than fifty people from the other party immediately surrounded the remaining ten or so people from the Thirteen Gang. This battle was completely lost. The other party first used firearms to maim twenty or thirty of their own people, and then consumed their own in the hall.
There are powerful forces, and then outflank... all of this seems to be premeditated.
"Fuck you!" Wang Dongxu glared at the opponent. The steel knife in his hand was already curling up. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the opponent. Tietou appeared at this time. He was carrying a big knife, and the target of the big knife was tied with a trace of
Red Satin. Tietou grinned and said, "How are you, little nephew? Do you want to have a fight with your Uncle Tie?"
"Die!" Wang Dongxu slashed at the opponent with the machete in his hand.
Bangdang...
The machete in Wang Dongxu's hand was swung by Tietou, and it fell to the ground without any trace. Wang Dongxu glared at Tietou, who grinned. Uncle Biao on the side hurriedly pulled Wang Dongxu back.
She protected him behind her, looked at Tietou without any expression, and said, "Tietou, what do you want?!"
"Haha, isn't this Brother Biao, the God of War of the Thirteenth Gang? I have invited you many times, but you have refused to come to our Tie Ying Gang. If you come, I promise to give you half of the country. How about that?" Tie Ying said.
He looked at Uncle Biao with a smile.
"Thank you, no need!" Uncle Biao shook his head and said, "It was my nephew who offended you today, but I hope you will let him go for my sake!"
"Haha, how can that be done!" Tietou laughed and said: "The Jianghu people, according to the rules of the Jianghu, smashed my place and beat my brother. I don't ask much, just an arm!"
Hiss...
Everyone gasped. It was not a good thing to remove an arm. Although it could be reattached later, the attached arm was no better than the original one. It had poor mobility and sensitivity.
Not bad. The most important thing is that all kinds of diseases come when you get old. Everyone's face turns pale, and one of their hands is cut off. If Wang Laohu finds out about this, he will probably go crazy, even his own son.
