Brother Biao's face was gloomy, and the flesh on his face was shaking violently with anger. He was a well-known gangster in this area, and no one dared to be so arrogant in front of him. He waved his hand and said angrily: "Two brats, what a shame.
The leopard got bold and ambitious, come to me and chop them down..."
A group of men who were like wolves competing against tigers could no longer bear it any longer. After listening to the boss's instructions, they waved their weapons and rushed forward like a tide, as if they wanted to drown the two of them.
Two points of cold light flashed from Ximen Lang's eyes. It's been a long time since he had a happy fight. Let's break out the small universe now!
Suddenly, he rushed out like a nimble leopard. The moment the opponent's steel pipe fell, his eyes became more fierce, and he punched hard.
"Click!"
The right arm of the big man facing him was hit by an iron fist. His arm was broken and fell down. He let out a blood-piercing scream and hid aside like a bereaved dog.
In the blink of an eye, the steel pipe was already in Ximen Lang's hand, and he lifted it into the air.
"when!"
Holding a watermelon knife that was hitting his head, he kicked out his left foot like lightning and hit the target with his vaginal leg.
With a cry of "Ouch", the guy dropped the knife in his hand and lay down on the ground with his hands covering a strategic location.
"Ah...it hurts me so much..."
The steel pipe was struck out with the sound of wind. From time to time, someone was hit and fell to the ground howling. No one could get close to Ximen Lang. In just a moment, five gangsters were knocked to the ground by him.
Chen Yunling in the crowd looked at Brother Xiaolang nervously with bright eyes, her palms were all sweaty, and her face was full of worry. But she also knew that she couldn't do anything to help, so she could only keep saying silently in her heart, "It's okay, Brother Xiaolang will definitely
I will defeat them all..."
At the same time as a group of guys rushed over, the tall young man reached out and pressed his hand on his waist, and actually pulled out an authentic police dagger. When a gangster came towards him with a watermelon knife, he dodged to avoid it, and stabbed hard with the dagger in his hand.
A blood arrow shot out from the guy's left shoulder. Immediately afterwards, he kicked sideways and kicked the gangster on his right to the ground. However, he was hit hard by a guy with a steel pipe behind him.
The muscles on the tall young man's face twitched fiercely, and without turning around, he kicked out violently, hitting the guy in the stomach, causing him to bend down with a pale face.
Although there were many people on Brother Biao's side, Ximenlang and Ximenlang were so fierce that after the fight, half of those gangsters were lying on the ground, and the rest were intimidated by their momentum and were just bluffing.
They were wielding the murder weapon and shouting, but they didn't dare to step forward anymore.
Brother Biao had a livid face and cursed: "Damn, they are a bunch of trash. They can't even deal with two yellow-haired brats. Come on..." He himself stretched out his right hand behind his back, held it and hid it behind his back.
of rubber knife handle.
It was a machete, about one foot and a half long, extremely sharp, and it was pinned to his lower back.
Seeing the two boys knocking a group of his men to the ground, Brother Biao felt a little uneasy and was ready to take action himself if necessary. He would never allow anyone to challenge his authority, otherwise he would not be able to survive in this territory.
Seeing that the boss had given another order, the remaining dozen gangsters gathered their energy and rushed over again, waving their weapons and striking down.
Ximen Lang and the tall young man, a pair of temporary comrades-in-arms, saw each other's skill and both admired each other, quite sympathetic to each other.
He flew up and kicked one gangster down, then smashed the steel pipe down with all his strength. The other gangster's head was bleeding and he ran away screaming.
I still had time to ask: "Hey, buddy, what's your name?"
The tall young man swept out, knocked down the gangster on the right, turned to smile at him, and replied: "Wang Zhijun, what about you?"
"Ximen Lang, you are a nice person, let's be friends?"
"Okay, I agree, let's deal with all these bastards first."
Talking like this, it is inevitable to lose concentration. A gangster was cunning and hit Wang Zhijun's right arm hard with the steel pipe in his hand. He was a little slow to dodge, and the dagger in his hand was smashed to the ground. Fortunately, he was not injured.
At this moment, Brother Biao, who had been looking for an opportunity, suddenly activated his weapon. With a roar, he quickly pulled out his machete. He rushed to Wang Zhijun's side from the diagonal stab and slashed down like lightning.
Everyone onlookers exclaimed, "Ah..."
Wang Zhijun was shocked. He saw the machete slashing down with cold light, but he could no longer dodge. Behind him, there was a long line of bicycles, blocking the way.
A ferocious smile appeared on Brother Biao's face, and he cursed viciously: "Go to hell..."
It was this timing and location that he saw, and he struck in time, fully expecting that one blow would be effective, causing the tall boy to fall under his sword, leaving only the other boy to deal with.
Unexpectedly, just when the blade was less than half a foot away from Wang Zhijun's head, a steel pipe flew over and hit Brother Biao hard on the wrist, causing the machete to fly away and land in a pile of bicycles not far away.
Brother Biao's wrist was in pain and trembling non-stop. He was furious. When he turned around to look, he saw that the steel pipe was no longer in the other boy's hand. Knowing that the other boy had knocked the machete out of his hand, he gritted his teeth and said:
"You little bastard is looking for death..."
Wang Zhi was under the knife for the rest of his life. He took a long breath, suddenly punched Brother Biao in the chest, and cursed angrily: "I'll kill you."
Brother Biao had a moment, he stretched out his arms to stop him, glared with his triangular eyes and said ferociously: "Baby you, you're not even close."
The two people were punching and kicking back and forth, and they were both very fast. They fought fiercely together, causing the bicycle behind them to stagger around and fall down in a large area.
He knocked down three or four more gangsters on Ximenlang's side. He grabbed a watermelon knife and slashed at it without caring about the opponent's life or death. The remaining gangsters were so frightened that the remaining gangsters screamed and hid. He ran towards him in two or two steps.
Wang Zhijun, who was fighting behind Brother Biao, raised the watermelon knife in his hand and slashed hard.
"puff!"
The watermelon knife struck the unprepared Brother Biao on the shoulder, and blood gushed out violently.
Brother Biao screamed and turned around, his face full of panic. Unexpectedly, the other party slashed at him for the second time, slashing diagonally on his left arm. Because the watermelon knife was very light and not as heavy as a machete, so
, did not cut off his arm, just cut a big gash.
However, what happened next became a little scary. Ximen Lang had a fierce look in his eyes and he slashed out the third and fourth times without hesitation. He didn't stop until Brother Biao fell down with a thud and was lying in a pool of blood.
For a moment, everyone seemed to be suffocated, and the surroundings became silent. Even the injured gangsters lying on the ground stopped howling, and their eyes were focused on the boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old wearing an old camouflage uniform.
His slender hand still held the watermelon knife tightly.
The blade of the knife was facing down, and blood fell drop by drop on the ground, forming red dots.
On the ground, there were more than thirty bodies lying on the ground, all of them were tyrannical gangsters. The scene was shocking.
Chen Yunling ran past the crowd and asked anxiously: "Brother Xiao Lang, are you okay?"
Ximen Lang threw his hands to the ground, the murderous look in his eyes disappeared, and he smiled at her, "I'm fine."
Wang Zhijun looked at Brother Biao who was covered in blood on the ground and was desperate for life and death. He shook his head and turned around and said, "You are so cruel. I wonder if this guy is dead?"
Ximenlang said expressionlessly: "You probably won't die. The watermelon knife usually can't kill people. However, even if this guy didn't die, he still lost half his life. This is the punishment he deserves."
Wang Zhijun nodded and said: "Yes, a scum like this should be cut. By the way, thank you for your help just now, otherwise I couldn't avoid his knife, and maybe I would be the one lying on the ground."
"You're welcome, we are friends."
"That's right, they are true friends."
The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had been friends for many years.