Chapter 605
The four people headed by Qian Lao stepped forward.
Looking at Xie Qirong, who was dragging a cart and dressed in a weird outfit, Mr. Gan said with complicated eyes: "Brother Xie, how many of us do you still remember?"
Xie Qirong squinted for a long time, then suddenly clapped his hands and said:
"forget!"
"It's us."
"Qian Xiaochao, Zhang Biao, Chu Dahe, Wu Sheng, Brother Xie, we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years."
"Come back with us. There will be food and shelter there, and there will be people taking care of you."
I saw Xie Qirong loosening the rope of the cart, scratching his hair and asking: "Do you have food and drink? That sounds good, let's go, let's go back."
The godfather looked happy.
The car windows were down and I was watching it all.
Suddenly, Xie Qirong turned around and happened to see me.
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!"
He laughed twice: "Xiang Fengfeng! Haha!"
Damn it!
I quickly pressed the switch to raise the glass, and Xie Qirong was already rushing towards me.
"Do it!"
The godfather shouted loudly, stepped forward in three steps, grabbed Xie Qirong's clothes from behind, and pulled him back hard!
The sound was so loud that Xie Qirong flew out and hit the cart without hesitation.
Bang! The things tied to the cart were smashed to pieces, and Xie Qirong's legs were dangling, shaking.
I was so frightened when I saw this scene. I didn’t expect that the godfather’s hands were so strong!
Xie Qirong hit the cart and stopped moving at first.
After a minute or two, he lay on the cart, his feet touching the ground, and paddling backwards.
The cart also began to move slowly backwards.
The godfather frowned and watched the car and the people slowly retreat.
After gliding seven or eight meters, Xie Qirong suddenly sat up from the cart. He took out his rattle, pointed at the godfather and yelled: "Who are you! Why are you beating your father!"
"Come here! I'll teach you a lesson!"
The old man surnamed Zhang couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed over with two steps. Xie Qirong immediately stood up, yelled, and rushed forward with a big rattle held high.
The two collided.
Mr. Zhang sidestepped away from the rattle, leaned closer and shoulder-to-shoulder, instantly grabbed Xie Qirong's clothes, pulled him back, and banged his head.
The collision caused Xie Qirong's nose to bleed.
Xie Qirong shouted: "Tietou Gong!
"You didn't fucking eat!"
The stainless steel rattle hit Mr. Zhang's head and made a bang!
This is how Lao Ge died...
Mr. Zhang received a slap in the face, but he seemed to be fine. He just had a gloomy face and held on to the opponent with both hands.
"I let you...let go..."
Xie Qirong grabbed the old man's arms and opened them little by little.
"Lower your head!"
A loud shout!
Qianlao rushed over and used his belt to crotch his body, and hit him with a heavy cannon punch, carrying a whirring fist wind.
Xie Qirong shook off Mr. Zhang, held his palm with one hand, and caught Gan Ye's cannon punch. The impact made him take five or six steps back.
Several people beat each other, Xie Qirong's body was flexible and he did not dodge, hitting more with less. At first, he received many blows on his body, and the cannon punches and whips had already made him injured and bleeding, but he would not fall.
That is, in an instant, the situation suddenly reversed.
Perhaps his endurance was running out because of his age. The old man surnamed Wu was the first to suffer a big loss. He was hit on the back of the head by Xie Qirong with a rattle. He lay on the ground on the spot, bleeding all over the floor.
Upon seeing this, the old man surnamed Chu waved his hand, and his grandson immediately untied the cloth and threw a machete over.
This knife looks very old-fashioned. There are two blood grooves on the blade, and the words "Sichuan 29th Army" are engraved on the handle.
The speed is very fast, from receiving the knife to releasing the knife in the blink of an eye.
A flash of white light flashed across the sword.
A human hand suddenly fell to the ground.
And this is a severed hand.
Five fingers were still holding on to the rattle and wouldn't let go.
