Electric sparks flew all over the sky, and the people on the dance floor looked at this scene with some confusion and surprise - they were all young people, and Guan Jiaming just came over to destroy the place by himself, thinking that he was drunk.
, not many of them were really scared. Seeing a group of big men squeezing in from all directions, some even got excited and cheered loudly.
The person at the front jumped onto the small stage and kicked Jiaming. The next moment he heard a snap, staggered back a few steps, and fell down. His cheek was struck by a machete blade.
One blow was like a heavy slap in the face, and half of his face was covered in blood and flesh.
Standing in the crowd with the bat in hand, Shasha watched the two people rush up and then be beaten down. The machete drew an arc of blood in the air, screams rang out, and some people in the crowd began to look pale.
Qing, immediately, most of the people began to rush toward the door.
"Let's play it real..."
"Oh my god……"
"What did this bar owner do? Someone came to his door to fight for his life..."
Unexpectedly, Jia Ming would use such violent methods to cause trouble. Listening to the voices of discussion, the crowd kept retreating. She stood not far from the small stage and was immediately isolated. Yang Zhenxing's men came from a few people nearby.
There were people pouring out of the room, and some came in from the door against the flow of people. On the stage, the machete slashed into a person's shoulder. Jia Ming immediately kicked the person away, and his body danced back, holding the handle of the knife.
The fist hit the face of the person rushing from behind from top to bottom, blood burst out from the face, and the person also knelt down on the stage. In the blink of an eye, five or six people had been knocked down.
On the ground.
Rushing out of the small room, a man in casual clothes seemed to be a manager. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly spoke: "What is going on, please tell me clearly...ah——"
Before he could finish his words, he immediately turned into a heart-wrenching scream. "Speak of your mother!" Jia Ming looked ferocious. He threw the machete smoothly and stabbed him directly in the thigh.
He was about to charge forward. He saw Jia Ming, who was on the small stage a few meters away, rushing over like a shadow. He grabbed the handle of the knife, pulled it out, turned around, and slashed with the force. The chests of the two people burst out like a waterfall of blood. More
Just as the person behind him showed a shocked expression, he was pulled back diagonally and slashed on the thigh with a knife.
Coming out to join the underworld does not mean that everyone has the consciousness to fight. Seeing Jiaming almost killing people without mercy, the people behind him immediately dispersed and picked up easily accessible objects to defend themselves.
Several people saw Shasha standing there with the bat, and they hesitated for a while before rushing over. Shasha was also a little at a loss at this time, and swung the bat out. Someone blocked it, and the next moment, a small sofa came from her.
A cannonball flew over from behind, knocking the man two or three meters away. Several other people who wanted to catch Shasha suddenly stopped and started to retreat with pale faces.
Looking back, the people on Jia Ming's side have been chopped down to the ground by chopping melons and vegetables. There are screams, and blood is scattered all around, flowing freely on the floor. There are three or four people who have not yet fallen.
Each held a table, wine bottle and other things, but they didn't dare to step forward at all. Jia Ming held a knife in one hand, looked at this side coldly, and kicked away a man who was still bleeding and twitching at his feet.
Come over slowly.
"From today on, you don't have to hang out anymore." He paused and said, "No one can leave." At that time, he felt a slight chill.
"Wow... vomit... cough cough cough..."
On the flood control embankment, Shasha squatted there with a pale face, vomiting into a mess. Jia Ming squatted behind her and patted her shoulder gently, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. The motorcycle was parked by the road not far away.
From this place, the night view of the river and the sea is beautiful. The light flows dotted on the road. The coastline stretches out like a crescent. The shadows of boats on the sea are mottled. On the flood control embankment is an open leisure park. In the past, it was bright, quiet, and rustling.
I often come here. The sea view looks brilliant in the evening. Many people often come here for a walk, leading various pet dogs. Shasha likes to tease them with apple cores.
"Feel sorry."
Jiaming said softly, and Shasha opened her mouth and prepared to vomit, while shaking her head: "It's none of your business, I...wow...vomit..."
Recalling the bloody scene in the ballroom, Shasha couldn't help but feel sick. After thirty or forty people were killed, the ground was covered with blood. The smell of blood and the screams merged into one. Those people who were still a little timid before
Looking for an opening to attack, some people began to run away after being cut down by Jia Ming. Most of them were begging for mercy, but Jia Ming still took action without hesitation. Sometimes you can see blood spurting out two or three meters away. It is estimated that two or three escaped, and the rest
The people began to fight hard, but the result was the same. She had actually seen the underworld fights from a distance several times before, but she never felt like this time. She just stood in the center with the bat and watched.
Those people rushed towards Jiaming and were knocked away. The tip of the knife pierced in without hesitation, and when it was pulled out, blood spurted out. The person's head was pressed against the wall. When the knife was swung hard, the table lifted by the opponent was smashed together.
It broke into pieces, and in the end, all that was left was the screams, the smell of blood, the smell of blood, the screams... and finally turned into an uncontrollable feeling of nausea.
She had known that Jiaming might be very powerful before, but she had never thought that he could bring down almost a whole room of people so easily, but she also never thought that it would feel like this. She didn't know if Jiaming had any intention of holding back.
When she went out, she could hardly suppress the urge to vomit. She was wondering if anyone would die, but of course she couldn't take a look at everyone. After she came out, the air became a little fresher. When she arrived at the beach,
Only then did he finally vomit it out.
"Ugh... so disgusting... evil
After probably finishing vomiting, she stretched out her hand to take the mineral water from Jia Ming, rinsed it several times before she recovered a little, and stood up. Jia Ming wanted to help her, but she suddenly stretched out her hand again and stood there.
After standing for a while, I finally calmed down and sat down on a bench not far away, exhausted.
"Will someone die?" Frowning, this was the first thing she worried about.
"If we go in time, it probably won't happen." Jia Ming smiled, "I didn't use much force."
"It's scary...did you scare me on purpose?"
"This is how you kill people, it's the underworld."
The two sat on the bench in silence for a moment. Jiaming put his arm around her shoulders: "I don't want you to really like these things...it's best if you hate them."
"Actually, you still don't want me to come into contact with the gang, right?"
"I will help you with whatever you want to do." Jiaming paused. "I will try my best to prevent them from selling drugs. But my thoughts are actually the same as Lingjing's. It is not good to be exposed to these things. I
I have agreed to it, so I can only advise you this way."
"You scared me on purpose..."
"I'm not scaring you. Sometimes, it just feels like this. For example..." He thought for a while, "You are a killer. Maybe that's how you felt when you first shot at a swaddled baby. It was very...
Disgusting...the underworld is actually pretty much the same, and it seems that moral matters are always pretty much the same."
"You always said you were a killer before, but you have never done it..." Shasha sat upright and looked at him. "You haven't done it, have you?"
"I haven't done it before, but it feels similar."
"How do you know how it feels if you haven't done it... Well, don't tell me how it feels. I feel like vomiting." She paused and looked at Jiaming's face for a long time, "Hey, you said you didn't want me to like you, don't you?
Do you like that feeling?"
"Ha." Jia Ming smiled noncommittally and looked at the sea in the dark night ahead. When he turned around, he saw Shasha still staring at him like that, but he immediately laughed and hugged him.
"I'll consider your suggestion. Well, I'm so tired... I'm tired and hungry. I want to sleep. Come lean on me..." He leaned against Jiaming's chest and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath.
. He sat up straight and said, "Okay, let's go back. I've occupied you for so long, Lingjing is going to be jealous."
"What's going on? What's going on? Did Xiao Meng and the others do it? How many people came?"
When entering the bar hall, Yang Zhenxing couldn't help pinching his nose. Under the light, the entire venue was in a mess, with blood all over the floor. Because it was left for him to see, it was not cleaned up yet. He stared at it for a long time with his mouth wide open.
: "Has any brother died?"
"No one died, but... almost all of them were disabled." The assistant who was cleaning up the mess came nearby and said, "It is estimated that even if they are cured, these brothers will have some difficulty with their hands or feet in the future. Doctor Fang said, take action
People are very measured…”
"Calculate the settlement expenses." Yang Zhenxing breathed out, waited for a while, and then shouted angrily, "Go on, whose people are there! How many are here!"
"Two people……"
"..." Yang Zhenxing was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?"
"We asked a few brothers who were still in a sober mood. The two of them should be... Miss Liu and her boyfriend Gu Jiaming. Gu Jiaming took a knife, and Miss Liu looked at it with a bat. Basically
Didn't take action..."
"..." He stayed there and blinked. After a while, Yang Zhenxing finally spoke in a dull tone, "I, we don't have a knife? I can't afford it?"
"It's used, but it's useless..."
"Did you fucking use it or not? They met Superman!"
"Brothers basically fucked the guys, but according to what they said, Gu Jiaming was stabbing one by one at that time. Some people would lift the table and chop them open with one knife. Boss, this matter..."
"I know, I'm going to see the injured brother..." After waving his hand, he turned and walked out. This incident seemed to make his mood a little confused. When he left the bar door, the assistant chased him again.
Come out: "Boss, yes, boss..."
Yang Zhenxing turned around: "What?"
"The injured brother said that when he left, he left a message to bring to you, saying that... people are coming one after another..."
"Fuck."
He cursed these words hatefully, and the moment he turned around, a "pop" sounded in the air. He knelt down on the ground in confusion, and the bullet shot from nowhere went straight through.
It ripped out his thigh, bringing out a large amount of flesh and blood, which shot diagonally into the cement floor behind him.
On the top floor of the building a few hundred meters away, a Japanese girl wearing a red dress took her eyes away from the scope, expressionlessly put the sniper rifle into the cello case, and her neat pony tail danced quietly in the night wind...