"You cowards, how dare you claim that you are from the Southwest Four Gates of Laoshizi?"
Zhang Feng stretched his neck, looked around, pointed the tip of the knife in his hand at everyone's noses and cursed.
"Brothers, he is at the end of his strength, go! Hack him to death!" A man said coldly, waving a metal baseball bat and hitting Zhang Feng.
Seeing him move, the others followed and rushed toward Zhang Feng.
He moved, and so did Zhang Feng. Instead of retreating, he advanced. He blocked the incoming baseball bat with his machete and kicked it out suddenly.
The man on the opposite side also kicked out.
It landed on the opponent's abdomen almost at the same time. Zhang Feng roared and did not take a step back. However, the man was kicked away by Zhang Feng with all his strength. He only stopped after hitting the two people rushing behind him.
Zhang Feng was also in pain, but he knew that he could not retreat because there was no way out. Only by moving forward could he have a chance of survival!
Another man rushed over and stabbed Zhang Feng with a bayonet.
It was too late to dodge, Zhang Feng could only stretch out his hand and firmly grasp the sharp bayonet.
The bow tied on his palm was cut off, and the sharp blade even made a deep bloody gash on Zhang Feng's palm, and blood dripped down.
Zhang Feng seemed to have no sense of pain, and he swung the machete in his hand and hit the man opposite him on the head.
The man seemed to have seen what would happen if his head was opened, and his eyes were full of fear.
The moment the blade fell on his head, Zhang Feng turned his wrist and slapped his forehead hard with the back of the blade!
boom.
The man fell into unconsciousness immediately, and there was a scarlet mark in the middle of his head, which swelled up in the blink of an eye. If what fell on his head was not the back of the knife, but the blade, then he would not end up in a coma, but die on the spot.
He let go of his hand and the blood-stained dagger fell to the floor.
Bright red blood dripped down on Zhang Feng's fingers and fell on the ground, causing blood spots to appear one by one.
"Come! Aren't you all awesome? Come on! Why are you so scared? Aren't you going to kill me? Come on!" Zhang Feng looked at the men in front of him who were carrying weapons but did not dare to move forward. roared.
The pain made his expression twitch, but it became more ferocious. The blood loss made his lips white, but it was stained all over his face.
Covered by the blood on his cheeks.
"Pooh."
The bloody spit hit the ground, and Zhang Feng showed an ugly sneer, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance to kill me. It's you and the others who are useless! Hahaha, it's useless!"
He turned around and walked staggeringly towards the hotel door. The men behind him all looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward.
…
At the entrance of the stairs, a beautiful figure looked at the shaky and weak figure walking towards the door. She pursed her lips tightly, and there were tears in her eyes.
"Tingting, why did you remember to call your Uncle Wang today? What's the matter?" The phone in his hand was connected, and a deep middle-aged man's voice came.
Hu Xinting woke up from a dream, put the phone next to her ear, and whispered: "Uncle Wang, I have nothing to do, I just miss you and my aunt."
"Hahaha, by the way, Tingting, Aiguo will come back from vacation next week. Then I will ask him to pick you up to play."
"Okay, Uncle Wang!"
Hu Xinting hurriedly hung up the phone, hurried downstairs, and ran towards Zhang Feng's back.
Zhang Feng felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and his vision became increasingly blurry. His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and every step he took required all his strength.
Just as his body tilted and fell outward, a delicate arm stopped his waist.
Turning around, he saw Hu Xinting gritting her teeth to support her body that was about to fall.
"You can't fall down now!"
Zhang Feng showed a sad smile. He knew that he could not fall. As long as he fell, the man behind him would definitely rush over and chop him into mud.
"Ahem. You shouldn't have come here!"
Hu Xinting did not answer, but used all her strength to support Zhang Feng's body and walked towards the door.
Walking to the door, Zhang Feng used the last bit of strength in his body to pick up the machete and slash at the chain.
boom. The chain broke with a sound.
Looking at Xue Biao standing opposite him at the door, Zhang Feng gently pushed Hu Xinting away who was supporting his body and walked towards him.
Every step he took left a bloody footprint on the ground.
"Congratulations on joining Beimen, I will ensure your success!" Xue Biao became passionate about talents and followed his word to recruit Zhang Feng.
Although the southwest four-door
Most of his property has been washed away, but his background in gangs has given him too many enemies and opponents. If one day he does not have strong forces in his hands, he may be killed in the wilderness the next day!
Zhang Feng showed a sad smile and walked towards him step by step.
Just when he was still five meters away, his shaky body suddenly burst out with terrifying speed and rushed towards Xue Biao, the tip of the knife pointed directly at his throat.
Xue Biao put on a defensive posture, but he didn't have any worries in his heart. The end of the strong crossbow would not pose a threat to him at all.
Seeing the two people colliding with each other, Zhang Feng's sad smile turned into a sneer, and he took out the machete in his hand and went straight to Xue Biao!
Seeing his sneer of success, Xue Biao thought to himself: No!
He dodged the flying machete sideways and saw that Zhang Feng had changed direction and was running towards his sister Yun Xinqian.
"How dare you!" Xue Biao was stunned and roared!
Yun Xinqian didn't have any chance to resist, as Zhang Feng blocked her body from behind.
She moved her lips slightly, spit out the blade that was stained red with blood, and placed it between two fingers on Yun Xinqian's jade neck.
"What do you think I dare not do? Why do you, the boss of Beimen, have to feel sorry for a stinky nobody like me?"
"Yes, I bumped into your sister on the plane, but she knew why better than me."
The corner of Xue Biao's mouth twitched twice, and he said coldly: "I said as long as you can walk out of the hotel, let the past things be forgotten, and you will be given the opportunity to flourish!"
"Don't talk like it's pity or charity! Beating me with a stick and giving me a sweet date is useful for some weak-boned guys, but it's useless for me..."
Zhang Feng smiled playfully and placed his blood-stained palms on Yun Xinqian's delicate and delicate face, and sighed: "What a beautiful woman, it is such a pity that she died like this!"
"What are you going to do?" Xue Biao groaned, his peripheral vision falling on Hu Xinting's body.
"I advise you not to touch her, otherwise if I move lightly, the blade will cut through your sister's trachea, and even the gods will not be able to save her!" His little movement did not escape Zhang Feng's eyes. He said coldly: "Actually, I don't want to do anything? I just want you to taste the feeling of being forced. Isn't it particularly unforgettable? Hahaha."