The current scene seemed very strange. Both sides seemed to be calm. More than 200 Vietnamese gathered silently in the hall carrying bright machetes. WWW.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.COM
Zhang Yang's table was still drinking slowly and leisurely, and the only one standing up was Liu Biao.
Liu Biao slowly walked over with a ferocious smile on his face, his strong body bursting with an astonishing amount of mental pressure.
"Come on, let me see how many brushes your Vietnamese gang has..."
It's a pity that few people can understand Liu Biao's extremely fast Chinese English. More than two hundred Vietnamese are still approaching slowly with serious faces. If it weren't for the fact that these people have some patterns tattooed on their upper bodies, these restrictions Strong gangsters can easily be mistaken for organized soldiers.
In fact, most of the gangsters here are veterans of the military.
The Vietnam Gang and the Daquan Gang are almost the same, both are based on veterans, and these two hundred people are actually the elite of the Vietnam Gang, and they are not entirely the power of Brother Qiang, but the elite of some of the bosses below. .
Walking in front of the team is a short and stocky young man with dark skin and bulging muscles. His facial features are elegant, but a slanting scar on his face stretches from his forehead to his chin, giving him a stern look. A terrifying feeling.
"Boy..."
"call!"
There was a flash of light from the sword, and the Vietnamese swung the sword suddenly. Liu Biao's intention to tease him was interrupted by the sword. Caught off guard, Liu Biao had no time to dodge, and the sword light came with a faint force of wind and thunder as it struck at lightning speed.
Just as Su Dafeng exclaimed. When I thought Liu Biao would be hit. Liu Biao made an incredible move. He spread his fingers. Grabbing the blade with one hand...
"Peng!"
There was a muffled sound. This knife struck Liu Biao's palm. There was a muffled sound like the impact of leather. Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
Sudden.
The whole hall seemed to be eerily quiet.
More than two hundred pairs of eyes looked at the shocking scene with dull expressions.
The sharp willow leaf-shaped machete was firmly grasped in Liu Biao's hand. Liu Biao's body was as motionless as a rock, while the Vietnamese's face was twisted and his arms had bulging veins, as if he was pounding with all his strength.
No one knows the current situation of this Vietnamese man.
Only he knew clearly in his heart that he felt like his knife was cutting on a ball of soft cotton without any force. What surprised him the most was that the "cotton" seemed to be full of stickiness, and he couldn't pull out the machete.
He couldn't imagine that a person could hold the sharp blade with his bare hands. He knew very well how sharp the blade was. Although it couldn't break hair with a blow, it was impossible for human muscles to withstand it...
The entire space fell into a period of extreme silence, with pairs of incredible eyes staring closely at Liu Biao, especially those Vietnamese. It can be said that they all have a crazy admiration for this leading Vietnamese.
The Vietnamese surname is Li and the given name is Ping. Despite his young age. However, he is a leader of the younger generation and is recognized as a rising star to replace Ruan Chishan.
In fact, Ruan Chishan gradually lost attention because of the rise of young masters of Liping's generation. Compared with Ruan Chishan, these young people are more ferocious and aggressive, and a gang needs exactly this kind of people who do not want consequences. young people.
Just when everyone looked shocked. Liu Biao made another incredible move. He lightly kicked out, and the movement seemed extremely slow.
Looking at the slowly kicking foot, Liping found that his body seemed unable to dodge at all. He was kicked straight away. The handle of the knife in his hand was released, and a surge of extremely powerful force made his body collapse. It flew upside down like a kite with its string broken...
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
There was a series of loud noises, and the strong body hit a group of upper-chested men like a bulldozer. The huge inertia knocked dozens of people over...
"kill!"
"kill!"
Two loud shouts came from the other two leaders. The Vietnamese gang members seemed to suddenly wake up and swarmed forward one by one with red eyes and holding knives.
Hundreds of people charged in this limited space, just like an ancient battlefield. Everyone had an idea. No matter how powerful the opponent was, they had an absolute advantage in numbers. No one believed that more than 200 people could not beat a few people.
There was a manic atmosphere of killing in the air. Everyone's eyes turned red.
The crowd dispersed. A lot of people rushed to that table, actually. From the beginning, many people were dissatisfied with the people on that table. This dissatisfaction was not only as simple as opponents and enemies, but also the anger of being slighted.
Kill kill kill kill!
The hall was like a volcanic explosion. Not only were knives flashing, but chairs were flying through the air, tables were overturned, and dishes and chopsticks were falling in the air like hail...
The scene was extremely chaotic. A group of Vietnamese who were originally orderly were so stimulated by Liu Biao's fierceness that their blood surged and they lost their minds.
Suddenly, Liu Biao's body moved, and his clumsy body kept moving, forming an insurmountable force in this huge hall. The thing in his hand kept swaying, forming a silver curtain of light...
"ah!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
Blood was swaying in the air, human organs kept falling from the air, and screams could not be heard. What was incredible was that the bowls and chopsticks flying in the air seemed to be blocked by Liu Biao's light curtain, and nothing flew to it. Where is Zhang Yang going...
Su Dafeng, Ruan Wenwu, Siberian Tiger, and Kong Laoer all looked at Liu Biao's clumsy body moving back and forth with dull expressions. This was a huge visual contrast. A person with a clumsy body could actually move like this. Quick and flexible, everything is full of incredible magic.
Awesome!
Liu Biao's moving body suddenly jumped up and struck a table that had not fallen down with his kick.
"Peng!" With an earth-shattering bang, the table was smashed into pieces. Tiny sawdust fell high from the sky like fairy flowers.
Suddenly, the crazy people in the hall stopped moving, as if time and space had suddenly frozen, and heavy pressure filled the air.
Liu Biao stood in front of Zhang Yang's table like a door god, holding a bloody machete.
Now Liu Biao is a thunder pool, and no one can step beyond the thunder pool.
Look at that majestic back. Su Dafeng couldn't help but gasped, this is the master, this is the real master!
Suddenly, Su Dafeng remembered the scene of the container door suddenly falling down on the sea.
Could it be that Zhang Yang is also a master
Could it be that Zhang Yang broke down the door
Su Dafeng has always been worried about why the iron door of the container suddenly collapsed, but he could not find the answer. Now, he felt like he was getting closer to the answer.
Very unnaturally, Su Dafeng's eyes fell on Zhang Yang. Only then did he realize that Zhang Yang had not focused on Liu Biao's battle at all, but was drinking alone, one glass after another, and that woman with a cold face and an otherworldly beauty was incomparable Wen Wen whispered something, as if they were not at all on a battlefield where swords were flashing and blood was flying everywhere...
The hall was quiet for more than ten seconds.
at this time. Liu Biao spoke, he just said one word.
"roll!"
This word was like thunder, with a terrifying force that made people's hearts skip a beat.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
There was a dense sound of metal falling to the ground, and countless machetes with cold light fell to the ground, making a clear and sweet sound.
The overwhelming murderous aura disappeared.
This group of Vietnamese were also tough. Although they were frightened by Liu Biao's killing, they still took away all the injured Vietnamese, even the fingers on the ground were not left behind. Pick them up one by one and take them away.
At this time, everyone discovered that basically half of the injured were injured. It seems that this number should be deliberately controlled by Liu Biao so that no one would take away the injured...
This old man is very attentive!
Su Dafeng looked at Liu Biao and couldn't help but murmured. From here, Su Dafeng could see that Liu Biao was a rough and delicate person, not as rough and crazy as he appeared on the surface.
Just five minutes. More than 200 Vietnamese walked away cleanly. The hall was in a mess, with machetes scattered all over the floor. The blood mixed with the leftover soup on the ground gave off a strange smell...
Because most of the tables were overturned, the hall looked chaotic and empty.
Looking at the empty hall, Su Dafeng and others looked blank. They never thought that this would be the result, especially Kong Laoer. He always thought that he and Liu Biao were not very far apart in martial arts, but now he discovered that the two The martial arts of human beings and the earth cannot be calculated based on Daoli.
At this time, the owner of the restaurant led a group of waiters out tremblingly, and a group of diners who rushed to the private room also came out tremblingly. Many of them were holding mobile phones in their hands and pressing the alarm number...
"Let's go!"
Zhang Yang stood up with a lonely look on his face.
"Here, decorate it yourself!" Xiao Lizi walked up to the Chinese boss and threw several thick stacks of banknotes into his hands. The boss almost got hit by Xiao Lizi.
Liu Biao seemed to have noticed that Zhang Yang had something on his mind, and instead of being arrogant and showing off as usual, he followed the crowd and walked out.
After getting on the bus, in order to escape the pursuit of the police, they took several taxis and got off the bus at the beach.
"Come here."
Zhang Yang walked to the beach, turned around and said hello to Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu, and the two hurriedly walked over.
"See Brother Qiang now and ask him to call me. This is the phone number." Zhang Yang said calmly and handed a piece of paper to Su Dafeng.
"Ah... we..."
Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu were stunned. Going to find Brother Qiang at this time was tantamount to death.
"Are you afraid?" Zhang Yang looked at Su Dafeng with deep eyes.
"I..." Su Dafeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "What's there to be afraid of? I'll probably die!"
"Well, go ahead!"
Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu strode away, disappearing into the slow darkness. His back had the solemn and solemn look of a strong man who has never returned.
"Brother Tiger, thank you for helping me in the square." Zhang Yang walked up to the Siberian tiger and said with a smile.
"Um... ahem..." The Siberian tiger was a little embarrassed and his face was red. Fortunately, it was night, so he couldn't tell.
"Brother Hu, you are Chinese. You can still remember that you are Chinese after going abroad, and you know how to help your compatriots. Zhang Yang also admires it. Chinese people have become accustomed to protecting themselves wisely. It is not easy for people like you..." Zhang Yang sighed. .
"I just feel that the Chinese people in the United States are too uncooperative. Once they get involved in the upper class, they forget about their former colleagues and do not support their compatriots. This has resulted in the fact that although the Chinese people in the United States are large in number, their words have no weight. , and cannot play a decisive role in the political arena. If the Chinese can be like the Jews, I think it will not be difficult for the Chinese to dominate the United States... "
"Well, yes, but this is the bad nature of the Chinese people, and it cannot be changed overnight. Of course, we have to strive towards this goal. Do you know why I brought you here?"
"have no idea."
"Now, the Big Circle Gang has declined, the Vietnam Gang is about to collapse, and the Mafia will become a partner. This will be an opportunity for you, but there is a serious problem." Zhang Yang said with a serious face.
"what is the problem?"
"Brother Hu, I know you are a big brother in the Mainland, but you grew up in the Mainland and are not familiar with the United States. No matter how hard you work in the United States, you can only stay in one place and be the big brother and cannot control the overall situation. , because you are not familiar with the United States, but Dafeng is different. He is only in his twenties and has spent most of his time in the United States. He is familiar with the underground forces in the United States. Of course, the most important thing is that he has huge ambitions. , I want you to assist Dafeng, how about it? I know this is difficult for you. Most Chinese people would rather have a chicken head than an ox tail... "
"I've had this idea for a long time. Dafeng and I are very good at talking. We understand what you mean." Siberian Tiger said.
"Haha, he is indeed a hero, capable of bending and stretching. Well, if there is a chance, I will help you eliminate the case in the mainland. When the time comes, you can return home in honor and dignity."
"Really?" The Siberian tiger suddenly looked excited.
"Do I seem to be lying?" Zhang Yang smiled.
"Hehe..." The Siberian tiger giggled a little shyly.
"Kong Laoer, what about you?"
"Ah... I..." Kong Laoer was confused by Zhang Yang's question.
"You heard what I said to the Siberian tiger just now. What do you think?"
"I...I...I'm alone anyway, but I signed a contract with an underground boxing ring, which is a bit troublesome..."
"Don't worry about that, just tell me what you think."
"Is there money in the underworld?"
"Ahem..."
"Ahem..."
Kong Laoer's question made a group of people cough. (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)