"I will sing a nostalgic song for the distinguished guests." The girl with long hair and shawl beside Yang Chen stood up first, smiled charmingly at everyone, held the microphone in both hands, and imitated Ye Liyi to sing the popular classic old song "Shanghai Beach" while singing
She was ogling the men present, as charming as she was the socialite who danced with heroes back then.
Yang Chen silently listened to this old song and felt a little touched. He reached for the cup and drank a glass of strong wine slowly.
After the long-haired girl finished singing, she sat down, and another girl grabbed the microphone and started singing. The four gentlemen hugged the slut in their arms, listened to the song, and raised their glasses repeatedly.
Shitou drank more vigorously, and drank it all in one gulp. When others were not drinking, he would cover his head to taste the wine. Yang Chen saw that his good brother was still in a depressed mood. After all, killing Chen Biao would not bring Xiaoli back to life, so he wanted to persuade him to
After a few words, Shitou suddenly rubbed his temples and said, "Yang Zi, the wine doesn't seem right. I'm a little dizzy."
Shitou, who can't get drunk after drinking more than 60 degrees of Shao Knife, has always felt that foreign wine is not refreshing. Why did he get drunk today? Yang Chen subconsciously looked at Long Jiu and Xiao Tie, who were also frowning and rubbing their foreheads.
Yang Chen suddenly became alert.
Bang!
The door of the private room was kicked open, and countless burly men rushed in, each carrying a sharp knife. The girl sitting with him screamed in fear, ran into the corner and squatted down with his head in his hands. Yang Chen, who seemed to be calm and composed, was actually not at all.
Unexpectedly, things changed so quickly, so he asked indifferently: "What are you doing?"
"I'll destroy you..." The lean man who led the intrusion showed his fierce look.
"Destroy your mother!" the taciturn Xiaotie burst out, flicking his hand to pull out the gun stuck in his waist. Unfortunately, this bloody young man who had followed the stone through life and death for some time underestimated the opponent's vigilance, and raised his lean foot to kick the gun away from his hand.
, agile and domineering, like a practicing master.
The lean man kicked the imitation pistol from an underground black factory out of Xiao Tie's hand, and pressed his hand forward in a loud voice, "Brothers, fuck me hard!"
The men swarmed in and charged with knives. Stone, who was originally in a bad mood, went berserk and overturned the three-meter-long marble coffee table weighing several hundred kilograms in front of him with both hands. The flying coffee table hit the crowd, and a group of people were knocked down or knocked down.
He was pinned down by the coffee table and screamed.
Yang Chen stood up, dizzy, and smiled bitterly in his heart, laughing at himself that he had finally capsized in the gutter. He couldn't care too much, raised his palm like a knife, and slapped down a strong man who was approaching with a knife. Before the strong man's body touched the ground, he
He kicked him away like a ball and crashed into the crowd blocking the door, knocking down five or six people and causing the others to scatter involuntarily.
One versus a hundred is a common scenario in novels and scripts, but no one has witnessed it with their own eyes in reality. Perhaps such a powerful and powerful person does not exist in the world.
However, Yang Chen, Shitou, and Long Jiu, who were still struggling, turned the unrealistic scene into a bloody reality. The fierce man who rushed into the private room felled more than a dozen people in front of him.
Xiao Tie's skills were average, but he was ruthless enough and not afraid of death. He snatched a sharp long knife from someone's hand and was the first to rush out. He swung the knife wildly, which really scared the crowd and made them retreat. There was only a slight pause.
Thugs as fierce as him approached again.
Five or six long knives fell at the same time!
Xiaotie, whose skills were far from abnormal, was immediately in a panic.
Shitou casually snatched a machete and rushed to Xiao Tie. The chopped knife flew away, and the flying long knife sank into the dense crowd, causing three or five screams. Several burly men rushed towards Xiao Tie with their knives.
, he was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the knife had flown away, the tiger's mouth was open, and there was another person in front of him.
While they were in a hurry, they were knocked to the ground by a backhand knife wielded by a stone. The skin on their chests was torn open in shocking ways, and blood spurted out. Accompanied by shrill screams, the red carpet became increasingly red, glaring, and filled with the smell of blood.
Yang Chen was afraid that something might happen to the stone, so he quickly followed. Long Jiu followed Yang Chen and rushed out of the private room. Xiao Tie was not as strong as the three in front of him. He rushed forward for more than ten meters, with several bloody wounds on his chest and arms.
Embarrassed.
He gritted his teeth to keep himself awake, but the dizzy feeling got stronger and stronger. He couldn't predict whether he could leave alive today. He was not afraid of death. At this moment, he just hoped that his eldest brother Shitou would leave alive and avenge him in the future.
In fact, Yang Chen, Shitou and Long Jiu were all dizzy and their vision was blurred. They gritted their teeth and persisted on moving forward with perseverance. They walked another ten meters and approached the stairs at the end of the corridor.
At this moment, Shi Shi, who was trying to stay awake, shook his head vigorously and stared at the dense crowd of people in front of him. His deep eyes finally filled with resentment. The underworld was the road of no return. Not many people who walked on this road had a happy ending. They were either killed by the enemy or killed by the enemy.
To be eliminated by the government or imprisoned, Shitou was mentally prepared for this on the first day he came out to work, but Shitou never imagined that he would be so aggrieved, so helpless, and even bring trouble to his good brother Yang Chen.
The stone almost shattered the steel teeth.
"I can die, but Yang Zi cannot die." Shitou, as if at the end of his battle, muttered silently over and over again.
The lean man, who never rashly faced Yang Chen and others, had an ugly face. He was not angry, but extremely horrified. In order to deal with the stone, he summoned hundreds of people and smeared strong poison on the inner wall of the wine glass in advance. Still, more than 20 brothers fell down.
Some of them looked like they were either dead or disabled.
Shitou wanted to continue rushing forward, but as soon as he took a step, he swayed dizzily and almost fell down.
"Stone, I will support you."
Shitou heard what his good brother Yang Chen said and had mixed feelings.
Yang Chen took the long knife with a broken edge in Shi Shi's hand with his right hand, and walked forward slowly with the crumbling stone in his left hand. His thoughts drifted back to a few years ago, when he helped his seriously injured comrades and escaped from the desperate situation step by step. Unfortunately, in the end, his comrades were still
He was sacrificed and his bones were buried in a foreign country.
The death of his comrades hurt his heart too many times.
Here and now, he would never let tragedy happen again.
"Boss, I will fight with you side by side!" Long Jiu, who had not let go of the fight for a long time, shouted loudly, and supported the stone from the other side. He probably drank less wine, so he was still sober.
"I am the queen!" Xiaotie said breathlessly, his slightly pale face showed no fear.
"Okay, let's fight out!" After Yang Chen finished speaking, he carried the knife and moved forward. His handsome and resolute face was cold and frightening. When someone blocked the way, he swung the knife lightly, and then cut off the opponent's knife-holding hand first.
Exuding the domineering spirit of killing gods and Buddhas, he cooperated with Long Jiu to kill from the fourth floor to the first floor.
Yang Chen didn't take the elevator because he was afraid that the elevator would be damaged and he would be trapped in the elevator. Along the way, no one could stop him from walking in a hurry. Even if he delayed for a moment, some of the people who blocked the way were injured and fell to the ground, and most of them were shaking.
Follow and don't dare to make a move rashly.
Yang Chen used his strong will to suppress the effects of the drug, kicked open the door to the stairwell on the first floor, dragged the stone out, and turned around to look behind him. Xiao Tie, who was struggling to hold on, had been stabbed and bled.
The respected fierce man looked at him and smiled as boldly as possible. His next move made Yang Chen's heart hurt as much as a knife when he had already walked out of the elevator.
"Brother Chen, take Brother Shitou and leave quickly. I'll be behind you." Xiao Tie took a deep look at Yang Chen. His tragic and heroic feelings were intertwined with death, which made people feel inexplicably sad. Then Xiao Tie closed the originally open door of the stairwell.
He wrapped his arms around the handles of the two doors and turned his back to the crowd that was following.
Outside the door, Yang Chen silently listened to the sound of the blade penetrating flesh, with tears in his eyes.
He has never cared whether the people who follow him are loyal or not, because the price of defending loyalty is too high.
