"Dead?" Zeng Jian exclaimed, his eyes full of disbelief. He received the message from He Bao and saw what He Bao said. He even refused to believe it. This is not Jin Yong's world.
Why does the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms exist? How could a few people defeat a hundred Yamaguchi-gumi people?
However, Zeng Jian saw He Bao's anxious tone, so he came over and walked around with the attitude of giving it a try.
But this time around, they saw a large number of deserters and got the news that He Bao was dead.
"Is what you said true or false?"
"Brother Jian, it's true, that woman shot Brother Bao in the chest."
"Guns? They have guns too?"
"Did she snatch it from Yamada Motoichi's hand?"
"What, tell me the whole thing, exactly..."
"Yes, Brother Jian."
Here they asked about the whole story, but over there, Chen Jianfang and the fat man walked away carrying three million.
Three million, for Mengdie's current net worth, is just a matter of drizzle. She also wanted to give the fat man and the two more money before. Anyway, the money was won from the casino, but she thought that if the money were given to them all at once,
Too much is not a good thing.
As long as they can work hard enough, that's fine.
At this time, Mengdie and Shen Fei were still very busy. They formed a circle around the cars driven by Yamaguchi. In the center of the circle, there were a pile of machetes and a pile of corpses.
The corpses were randomly piled together when collecting broken knives. After all, the battlefield had to be cleaned up, otherwise, it would still cause a lot of trouble.
Therefore, it must be cleaned up, and it is best to find a scapegoat, a scapegoat.
Mengdie was ready to let the more than two hundred people who came from behind take the blame for this.
The cars were parked one by one.
Mengdie put some machetes on each car, opened all the car's fuel tanks, and took out gasoline and sprinkled it on the corpses and the cars...
Soon, the smell of blood that had just filled the air due to the fierce fighting was covered up by the strong smell of gasoline.
The smell of gasoline is pungent.
Mengdie and the two managed all this within five minutes, and then waited for the reinforcements brought in by He Bao to arrive.
Among the pile of corpses, the one sitting at the top was none other than Yamada Kid. Yamada Kid still had his last breath, and this last breath kept his body trembling.
The little devil Yamada saw the arrangement of Mengdie and the others, how cruel!