The next moment, a boy from behind gave Wan Yunting a hard blow on the back, causing him to stagger forward. The hot pain in his back stimulated him. He turned his head and glared at the gangster boy who hit him, and his whole body exuded an invisible force.
murderous look.
And at this moment, this hell-like scene, Wan Yunting's wolf-like eyes, frightened the gangster to sit on the ground on the spot, his face full of horror, his body trembling violently and moving back...
Facing Wan Yunting's murderous ruthlessness, there were no less than a hundred people lying down on the spot. The pain and howling screams also completely stimulated the other young gangsters around them.
Because they have never seen such a tragic scene. They saw Wan Yunting as if he could not be beaten to death. He was holding the blood in his left hand and kept sliding from the blade of the knife. The machete was dripping from the tip of the knife. He was holding the bloody steel rod tightly in his right hand...
At this moment, Wan Yunting's eyes turned red, and his whole aura became fierce. Facing this gangster who kept begging for mercy in Thai, Wan Yunting's eyes showed no emotion, and he raised the knife and dropped it on his left shoulder.
The entire arm was cut off, and a shrill scream came out...
This frightened the young gangsters around him who were trying to press him down. They looked at Wan Yunting with fearful faces. This man was really terrifying.
Silver Hair on the high platform has already stood up, staring at everything below, with a ferocious face, waving his hands and shouting: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Kill him, kill him for me..."
Perhaps seeing Wan Yunting's terrifying combat prowess now made Yin Mao feel frightened. He finally understood why Brother Long had repeatedly told him to kill this Chinese man no matter what the cost.
If such terrible people are not eliminated, they will be the ones who die!
kill…
Yinlong shouted angrily, and some of the young gangsters around him used drugs to stimulate their nerves, and they killed Wan Yunting completely uncontrollably in the center of the square, with his feet trampled in blood...
Someone took the lead, and the others followed suit, shouting, waving their swords and sticks to press towards Wan Yunting, and they suddenly fell into a fierce and fierce battle...
At this moment, Wan Yunting was like a demon coming out of hell. He raised his knife and dropped it, and when he struck with the steel rod, blood spattered, and his wails and screams resounded throughout the square. The sight of the scene gave people an explosive impact.
, just like watching a movie...
Rumble…
Suddenly there was a roar of thunder in the sky, accompanied by dark clouds, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down. Wan Yunting and many young gangsters were still fighting in the scuffle, and on the cement floor of the square, washed by the heavy rain, blood flowed farther away along the drainage ditch.
The soil flows away...
But the melee was still going on. Perhaps it was the young gangsters who saw countless brothers lying in the blood, which made them red-eyed. They rushed towards Wan Yunting one by one without fear of death, with their knives and sticks clanging.
The sound resounded throughout the sky, and was soon covered up by the thunder...
Yinmao on the high platform was soaked by the heavy rain. With wide eyes, he looked at the fierce battle in the square. It had lasted for about twenty minutes, but Wan Yunting still stood in the center of the square. He seemed like a
The ferocious tiger broke into thousands of troops. Wherever it went, there was blood and howling...
"superior…"
Silver Mao, who was deeply shocked, turned to the dozen men around him. They were all capable thugs, and they were all ruthless men who were responsible for several lives. They held machetes in their hands, jumped directly from the high platform, and squeezed away.
Those useless gangsters rushed into the center of the square and saw Wan Yunting soaked to the skin with blood on his face. He didn't know whether it was his own or the blood of these young gangsters...
call…
The fierce fighting continued for almost half an hour. At this moment, there were countless people lying at Wan Yunting's feet, but he was not much better. His left arm was pulled open by a knife, and blood was flowing...
The same number of stabs on his back, as well as many steel rods, caused his body to tremble slightly under the stimulation of the rain...
But he still held the machete and the steel rod tightly in his hands. The blade of the machete had been flattened and the steel rod was bent, but they were still as resolute and unyielding as Wan Yunting's eyes were, like a lone wolf under siege.
, glaring fiercely at the surrounding young men...
kill…
Mixed in the crowd, Yinmao's dozen capable thugs roared, and the gangster youths around them pressed on Wan Yunting again...
"kill…"
At this moment, Wan Yunting's eyes turned red with blood, and he unleashed his furious evil aura. He held a machete and a steel rod and once again faced these gangster youths...
Ding-ding sounds resounded, while the heavy rain was still pouring down. A big light was electrocuted by the rain and exploded. A bolt of thunder and lightning came down, briefly illuminating the square. Wan Yunting opened up the scene in all directions, and how he was being messed up.
In the scene of being beaten down with a stick, everyone swarmed up, trying to suppress Wan Yunting and hack him to death...
boom!
A deafening thunder shook everyone present, their eardrums ringing, and at this critical moment, Wan Yunting got up from the bloody water again.
However, his physical strength plummeted. After such a long and fierce melee, even if he could fight again, he would still be defeated because he was still human after all...
Click!
Rumble...
There was a crack of lightning, accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder.
In the center of the square, under the pouring rain, Wan Yunting was holding a machete tightly and supporting himself on the ground. His whole left arm was trembling, and the steel rod in his right hand had been knocked out, and he was also injured by the knife and was unable to hang down.
, blood dripped from his fingertips...
But even though his physical strength was exhausted, Wan Yunting's eyes were still very resolute. He stared at Silver Hair and the others who had jumped down from the high platform, and the young gangsters on the scene backed away one after another.
Yin Mao's snow-white leather shoes stepped on the blood, and he slowly walked towards Wan Yunting. Looking at the fallen brothers around him who kept wailing, Yin Mao was shocked and admired in his heart at this moment.
"I have to admit, you are really good at fighting!"
His white leather shoes, whose silver fur was stained red by blood, paused. He looked at Wan Yunting, who was kneeling on the ground on one knee, breathing heavily, and his chest heaved violently.
"But it doesn't matter if you can fight again, haven't you fallen down now?"
At this moment, Yinmao had a slight smile on his ferocious face. Although he admired Wan Yunting's ability to fight, he still couldn't resist the knives and sticks of the group. It was said that two hands were no match for four.
Wan Yunting used his left hand hard, holding the machete on the ground, and stood up with difficulty. His breath was unsteady, and his feet staggered for a moment, but he quickly regained his footing. Facing the silver hair in front of him, Wan Yunting closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Take a breath...
After about fifteen seconds, he slowly opened his bloodshot and cruel eyes, and said in a calm and cold tone: "Bring my niece out, I want to see her!"
"Ha ha…"
Yinmao laughed wildly and looked at Wan Yunting in front of him, who was already a piece of fish on the chopping board, "You know that death is imminent, so you want to see your niece for the last time?"
Wan Yunting stared at him intently and did not speak again.
"But what a pity!"
Yin Mao's arrogant face smiled sinisterly. He took a few steps up, followed by the umbrella holders who followed him. They all looked at Wan Yunting as if he was facing a formidable enemy and did not dare to relax...
Yinmao took two steps forward, smiled sinisterly at Wan Yunting and said, "You will never see her again!"