An unremarkable old street in Qiqihar was stained with blood red, and the cold east wind turned the blood that was still boiling into ice. The lives of people in troubled times are always like weeds. No one has mercy on the wounded and no one has a heart. Compassion, the constantly waving machete must use a crowbar to answer, the chaotic yelling and the weak wailing of the wounded, this is hell on earth. The decisive battle between Mr. Liang and Boss Wei started here, and the coaches of both sides were unexpectedly present, and the elites came out in large numbers, which was extremely tragic.
Mr. Liang stood with his hand in his hand, and looked at the dead body of the enemy who fell in front of him in battle. No one took advantage of him and Boss Wei in the battle. The elites of the Wei family came out, and the Liang family also took out. With the color at the bottom of the box, the strong meet, only God knows the result.
"I thought you would not dare to show your head in a woman's arms!" Boss Wei put down the machete in his hand, facing Mr. Liang's confidence without fear. Mr. Liang is a sick lion, but he is hungry on the grassland. Wolf.
"Jumping the beam clown, it's hard to be a powerful weapon." Mr. Liang ignored the other party's provocation, turned his head and looked at the remaining subordinates behind him, only gently spit out one word: "Kill!"
"Kill!" Boss Wei was equally brave, throwing off his coat and carrying a machete to bear the brunt. "Liang, dare you to compete with me!"
"Huh, bravery, but you will still lose." A sneer flashed from the corner of Mr. Liang's mouth, and he rushed up against the front line. The black windbreaker screamed and rose into the sky when the two crossed. Boss Wei was overjoyed, but Lao Tzu relied on a machete to fight the world, what skill can you have from a second-generation ancestor in your family
The black windbreaker soaring into the air covered everyone's sight, with one palm and one knife, the two of them staggered. The machete left a little blood on Mr. Liang's shirt, and the palm of the hand made Boss Wei's figure freeze for a while.
Ignoring everyone’s astonished gaze, Mr. Liang caught the windbreaker firmly. The blood-spattered shirt added a bit of enchanting beauty to him, and the boss Wei’s face was incredibly full, and Wei fell to the ground with a machete. The boss fell on his back, it was already cold.
"Mingjin retreat, let's retreat." Xinyuehu gave orders without expression, and silently withdrew from the battlefield with the wounded who could move.
It was the boss of Yuwei and the top ten King Kong of Wei's family that half of them died in the battle, a total of 473 people were killed in the battle, and there were countless wounded.
Xinyue Fox shrank the front line and established a solid defensive front on the periphery of Qiqihar. He was sure that Mr. Liang would not pursue the victory and consolidate the victory. By the way, he had to solve a lot of troubles caused by the death of Boss Wei in order to maintain the stability and stability of the team. The transfer of power, these are enough for him.
Feng wanted to take a look at the Jishui Leopard (also known as Qin Hu). He went to the battlefield with the Doumu Hakui Wood Wolf for an unprecedented time. The fight between the two parties has just begun, and there are flying machete and crowbars smashing past. It looks like the Kep is in charge of a powerful team. A man in black clothes, black trousers, and a hat stands on the very far street. It's all black, he seems to have great confidence in the situation of the battle, just standing like this, watching Feng and his party come from a distance. Qin Hu seemed to know who these three people were. He stood still, and nothing changed on his face.
"This kid's new look is good and domineering!" Kui Mulang whispered quietly, but he is not nervous at all, so what's the nervousness of meeting friends? In addition to guarding against the sudden appearance of the machete, Dou Muqi is also very relaxed now. The Kei Leopard's kung fu is good, and it seems that it is also good with Mr. Liang.
Qin Hu stared at the three approaching with expressionlessly. The smile in Kui Mulang's eyes was so familiar. This was his best friend in the past. They drank and sang K together. He raised his hand; Dou Mu Hao had a face hanging on his face. Appreciating and smiling faintly, he is his brother who is also a teacher and friend. I still remember the days when Ryoko Domu Hae and the three of them were practicing together. He raised his hand; Feng also smiled, with a faint relief in his eyes. And trust, his subordinates, his brothers, his pride. The purple pupils were faintly glowing, which belonged to a little bit of memory. He raised his hand; Feng just smiled and met a cold bullet, and fell backward without a word, because the painful and distorted facial features were a bit hideous. The tears that slipped quietly in the eyes fell to pieces of ice, dazzling as bloody pearls.
Kui Mulang hadn't reacted yet. He looked at the pitch-black muzzle, the hands holding the guns, the owner of those hands, and the skipping leopard. It should be said that it was Qin Hu, with a look of incomprehension. Then came rage, then pain, and finally perseverance. "Between us, we will never die!" After speaking, he greeted Dou Mu Hao, "Let's go, and send the master back as soon as possible!"
Domuxie hadn't judged the direction of the bullet just now, which made him feel unbelievable. It was almost an instant that the Kepak drew his gun and shot it, but there was no murder in his heart. Yes, he didn't when he fired the shot. Murderous, so Dou Mu Hao had no defense. Is he Qin Hu or Kei Shui Leopard? Is he ours, or is he completely rebellious
When Kui Mulang left, he didn't forget to shout: "Kill them all!" He grabbed the steering wheel without looking back. The blood in the rearview mirror had nothing to do with him. The wounded in the car was him. All I care about.
"What's the matter? Who did it! Who told you to go to the battlefield! He is looking for death!" Jing Muyan cursed while cutting away the layers of Feng's coat, blood was overflowing, he was relieved when he saw the wound. The gun was fired just right, and it actually rubbed the left sternum, except that some soft tissues were torn and there was no damage to the organs. The luck of the principal was really good. After the gunshot wound healed, there was no effect, even the scars. A small bullet hole.
Anesthesia, debridement, hemostasis, and suture, Jing Muya's movements are calculated in seconds. Kui Mulang has just smoked a cigarette outside the operating room, and Jing Muya here has wiped his hands out. "Let's talk about it, who did it? What kind of people did you meet?"
"It's that bastard! I screwed his head off!" The Kei Leopard is Kui Mulang's closest brother. He is so angry that he can't speak anymore. The cigarette butt has burned to the fingertips and he hasn't responded.
Jing Muyan frowned and knocked out the cigarette butt in Kui Mulang's hand, "Which bastard?"
"Ji Shui Leopard, that traitor! He has rebelled! It was his shot that he actually dared to shoot at Feng! He actually dared to shoot Dai Juncai!" Kui Mulang said viciously, before he slammed the door. After he came out, he really couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, and found a corner to vent.