After Li Ziming died, the soldiers below did not stay and no one paid attention to his body. They all fled.
Seeing this, Dong Tiangang grabbed Luo Kai's belt and said with a smile: "Boss, what needs to be solved has been solved, and it's time for us to leave!" As he was about to jump from the eaves, an unexpected change happened in the field. Not only Dong Tiangang and others did not expect it, but Jia Xing and his loyal subordinates did not expect it either. Liao Wei supported Jia Xing with one hand, and his other drooping arm shook, and a green dagger fell out of his sleeve. He retracted his five fingers and grabbed the handle of the knife. He still had a respectful and cautious smile on his face, and the dagger in his hand had already stabbed deeply into Jia Xing's lower abdomen. There was no sign, and the incident happened suddenly. When Jia Xing screamed in pain, no one understood what had happened.
Dong Tiangang was about to jump up but then he steadied himself, his brows furrowed, staring at the field without blinking. Inadvertently, he noticed that the light in Han Xiaohan's eyes was becoming brighter and brighter.
"Ah--" Jia Xing covered his lower abdomen with his hands, took five or six steps back, and sat on the ground. He looked at Liao Wei, his most trusted subordinate, in disbelief. "Why...why..."
"I'm sorry, Dragon King!" Liao Wei shook his head and said, "The Dragon Gang is now in its heyday, but you are clinging to your family's wealth and are unwilling to surrender. It won't be long before we will follow in Gu Aotian's footsteps. I don't want to die, so there is no choice but to let you, Dragon King, die first."
"What a traitor!" Jia Xing gritted his teeth, and the numbness in his lower abdomen reminded him that Liao Wei's knife was smeared with poison. He waved his right hand weakly and shouted, "Kill him, cut this traitor into pieces!" Those who were loyal to Jia Xing were filled with righteous indignation, holding their swords high, and pressed forward step by step towards Liao Wei.
"Hey!" Liao Wei waved his hands and said, "Brothers, don't make unnecessary sacrifices. The Dragon King is dead, and you don't need to fight for a dying man. Since I have chosen this path, I have already made preparations." As he said that, he snapped his fingers, and at least half of Jia Xing's men suddenly turned against them, and confronted them with swords.
"The Dragon King usually treats his brothers well and places great importance on you. I never thought he would raise an ungrateful wolf like you. Liao Wei, are you still a human being?"
"Lao Ben, people go to high places and water flows to low places. It's natural. The Dragon Gang will unify Longcheng, and it's a trend. How can you and I compete with it? Why don't we take the Dragon King's head to see Gang Leader Han today? Perhaps, we can still have a place in the Dragon Gang!" "Fuck you!" The middle-aged man called Lao Ben cursed, "How can you say such shameless words? Don't say I'm not afraid of Han Xiaohan. Even if I am afraid, I will not sell out my master for glory. Liao Wei, I will fight with you." As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man rushed to Liao Wei in one step. The long sword in his hand drew several cold rays in the air, and instantly attacked with twelve swords. Every move was vicious and every sword was fatal. The middle-aged man really killed him.
Liao Wei didn't fight him, he slipped and flew backwards. He retreated quickly, and the middle-aged man followed him quickly. "Where are you running to!"
"There are always many ghosts looking for death in the world!" Liao Wei turned around and flashed to the left side of the middle-aged man. The latter stabbed him without thinking and sidestepped his attention.
"Swoosh!" When the tip of his sword was three inches in front of Liao Wei, he could no longer stab. An arrow shot into his back, and the bright arrowhead was exposed in front of his chest.