"Poker, do you think we can kill Zhang Feng?"
Nanliu recovered first and asked aloud.
Upon hearing this, Klaus twitched his cheeks, turned his head violently, and stared at Nan Liu with a gloomy look, "What do you mean?"
Nan Liu quickly said, "I mean, if you really can’t kill Zhang Feng, let’s run together so that he won’t kill him one by one. Or, let’s avoid him and find a place to hide temporarily and wait for Zhang Feng. After Feng leaves, we will come back to clean up the mess. After all, Zhang Feng cannot stay in the Philippines forever."
The truth is correct, if you can't beat it, you will admit it, and you will regroup when you look back. This is a method that the black will often use.
The other five bosses all nodded, agreeing.
"I think this method is very feasible. Zhang Feng's strength is far beyond our expectations. The hundreds of people on the dock are afraid that they are not Zhang Feng's opponent. He has killed them all, so it is our turn!"
It was Black Tiger, the boss of the Black Tiger Gang who was talking. He was still wearing a suit jacket and no shirt underneath, revealing fancy tattoos all over his body.
The others nodded.
Heihu is right. The thugs on the dock are all elites in their hands. If they are all dead, the money-making field in their hands will be no one to guard, and they will soon be taken away by other provoked bosses. Killed them.
This is the future. What they have to face is whether Zhang Feng will actually kill the hundreds of people here.
"Do you want to give up the industry in your hand and give up tens of millions of dollars?" Klaus's cold gaze swept across the bosses one by one, keeping their heads down as they stared at them.
"Poker, do you want to smash to the end?" Nan Liu asked aloud.
Just speaking, his purpose is not simple, it is deliberately stimulating Klaus.
In the eyes of Nanliu, the other bosses have a simpler personality and are easy to fool, but Klaus is different. If he wants to survive, he must stimulate Klaus, make him lose his mind and smash with Zhang Feng, no matter who wins. , I have hope of living.
"Do you want to let Zhang Feng go?" Klaus asked rhetorically.
"..."
Nan Liu was silent. He was worried that Klaus realized his intentions and was afraid to answer the conversation.
At this time, Heihu shrugged his shoulders, threw down the coat he was wearing, shaking his tattoo and said, "It’s not that I don’t want to follow
Zhang Feng smashed, but you guys think about it, is it necessary? "
There was another silence on the deck.
Klaus stared at the black tiger, while the other bosses bowed their heads in thought.
"I think that you can make peace with Zhang Feng, lest you continue to fight. Everyone loses their elite subordinates and gets taken away by others when they get home."
Li Carr, the chubby nicknamed "Marshal", said aloud. He frowned, as if a businessman was worried about whether his investment could recover the cost.
When he heard this, Klaus stared at him and showed his murderous intentions.
Li Carr changed the image of a smiling businessman, his face sank, and he also showed a cold murderous intent.
In terms of apparent strength, Li Carr is far inferior to Klaus, but he still has a mysterious mercenary group in his hands. If a war starts, it is not yet known who wins and who loses.
"Do you want to go to war with me?" Klaus asked, squinting.
Li Carr was silent for a long time and laughed: "We are on one side, what are we talking about starting a war? I just think that if we continue to fight with Zhang Feng, we will lose both sides. It's meaningless. When that happens, let others take the opportunity to seize our industry. It's so stupid."
The words still express the meaning of wanting to quit.
Speaking of this, Heihu had already stood behind Li Carr and made it clear that he meant the same thing.
When Klaus saw this, his face sank again, and water was about to drip out. He stared at the robbing people for a while, then looked at the other people.
The three bosses, Viper, Old Crocodile, and Earth Dragon, had no expressions on their faces and did not choose a side to stand. They were all old foxes.
"Oh, we are on one side. We can't fight inwardly. Let's sit down and talk slowly." When Nan Liu saw this, he rolled his eyes and hurriedly stood up to be good people.
The scene was silent again, the six bosses plus Nan Liu, wide-eyed and small-eyed.
Zhang Feng was not idle when they were fighting.
Seeing that the people in the encirclement did not attack, he sneered a few times and shouted loudly: "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, go home and have milk!"
Too lazy to waste time, the body shape flashed before the voice was over, he chose a random direction and rushed over with a knife.
The point of the fierce sword hit the ground, and as Zhang Feng ran, it left a string of sparks on the concrete floor. The harsh sound Zhang Feng deliberately created completely suppressed the roar of a large number of motorcycle engines.
"kill!"
Coming to the front, Zhang Feng roared and leaped forward
Fly, slash with a knife.
The dozens of thugs on the motorcycle in front of him were taken by his momentum, and they were all stunned. No one escaped, and no one evaded.
then…
A burst of blood rushed into the air, a puff of blood!
With just one stab, six thugs were beheaded. The headless body on the motorcycle fell to the ground and the motorcycle fell over. The sound shocked the others.
"Do it... Do it!"
"Fight with him!"
"Don't stop me, let me go..."
All kinds of shouts were in chaos, some wanted to escape, some wanted to desperately, this area of thugs suddenly fell into chaos.
Zhang Feng was unreasonable and unforgiving, his eyes were fierce, and the long knife in his hand was flying, and it was a bloody storm in an instant.
Zhang Feng, full of force, reappeared the long-lost hostility, and he acted mercilessly, even deliberately making it extremely bloody.
As time passed, when the thugs in other directions of the encircling circle reacted, they jumped off their motorcycles to besiege. The dozens of people in the encirclement circle were almost dead.
Twenty or thirty mutilated bodies huddled together with the overturned motorcycles, and with blood all over the ground, it was like a Shura field.
Zhang Feng stood there, a crowd of people surrounded him, but no one dared to step forward.
"you guys… "
The long knife was raised flat, turned slowly, and the tip of the knife pointed at the thugs on each encirclement.
"It's all rubbish, it's time to kill!"
Zhang Feng sneered with his teeth, and then rushed out again.
The battle group re-emerged, and the blood soared.
Zhang Feng holding a fierce sword, the attack range is too wide, and the thugs can't get close at all. In addition, Zhang Feng's swordsmanship goes straight, either sweeping or stabs, the attack is very strong, but all thugs who are involved in the attack range will only end up One-
The head is different!
In less than a minute, dozens of corpses were left on the dock. They were the corpses left before, and the number of thugs killed by Zhang Feng had exceeded a hundred.
"Who else?"
Seeing that the thugs were hiding from him and dared not to step forward, Zhang Feng screamed from the sky, his invincible courage went straight into the sky, as if he was about to wash away the clouds in the sky.
The seven bosses on the freighter finally discovered that Zhang Feng was slaughtering wildly. They turned their heads to look over, and were stunned by the scene like a sea of blood on the spot.
"Is he... a human?"
(End of this chapter)