The Desert Prince left the mountain road and drove towards Muse along the Burma Highway.
Northern Myanmar has entered the rainy season, which means it has entered a state of confrontation. At this time, it is even more dangerous.
Not only did mountain troops take to the road to rob, but foreign government troops also set up card collections.
Generally during this season, there are fewer cars on the road, and you definitely don’t drive at night.
The Land Rover's headlights were very bright, and Wang Xue slowly hung behind it when it reached a corner. Wang Jian said softly: "Bump him over."
Wang Xue stepped on the accelerator, and the engine made a dull roar. In a few breaths, the speed increased to 180 miles, and it slammed into the Desert Prince.
Mu Liang saw two dazzling headlights in the rearview mirror, and rushed towards him at lightning speed, and quickly shouted: "Brother Kang..."
"Bang!" The Desert Prince was also a good car, but it couldn't withstand the heavy force of the Land Rover, and Wang Xue hit it very skillfully. The solid bumper hit the left side of the Desert Prince's rear.
The desert prince circled on the road and danced as a little swan. Drivers Mu Liang and Mu Kang were dizzy.
Wang Jian gave Wang Xue a thumbs up. He specializes in car racing, especially multi-million dollar luxury cars. Only a rich second generation like Wang Xue who is not short of money can play superbly.
Fan Tong checked his equipment, took the club handed over by Wang Jian, jumped out of the car, and the two of them swung the pure steel clubs and smashed them headlong into the desert prince who had just stabilized himself.
"Bang, bang." Two shots later, the Desert Prince's front windshield shattered.
Mukang kicked the car door open and rolled onto the road.
Mu Liang pulled out two Jingpo knives from the car and threw one to Mu Kang.
Mu Kang took the knife in his hand and asked bravely: "Who are you?"
"Who are you..." Wang Jian was wearing a steel plate bulletproof vest and rushed over with a pure steel club.
"Big..." Mu Kang suddenly came to his senses and cursed angrily: "You don't care who I am, it's okay if I hit a car. Let your driver get out of the car and talk about how to compensate."
Fan Tong chuckled, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, rounded the club and hit him on the head.
The club is only as thick as a thumb and makes a squeaking sound when swung.
Without thinking, Mu Liang used the Jingpo knife in his hand to block.
But what he never expected was that although the club was very thin, it was very heavy.
With a "clang" sound, the Jingpo knife in Mu Liang's hand bounced away. Fan Tong took advantage of the situation and drew it horizontally. The pure steel club hit Mu Liang's thigh hard.
Mu Liang let out a muffled groan, obviously in great pain.
Mu Kang glanced at Wang Jian and said angrily: "You guys hit a car and still dare to hit people. Do you really think there is no king's law in northern Myanmar?"
Wang Jian smiled: "I know there are no traffic police in northern Myanmar, and insurance companies can't control it here."
Mukang gritted his teeth and rushed forward. The Jingpo knife in his hand quickly moved toward Wang Jian's wrist. The angle at which he drew the knife was particularly weird, cutting from bottom to top. The purpose of this knife was to cut off Wang Jian's hand tendon.
Wang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. This kid looked like he had been a special soldier. He hid the blade behind his elbow, raised it upwards, and killed the enemy with one strike. Hold the pole with both hands and block it diagonally.
The blade slid across the club, making a screeching sound. The tip of the knife pressed against the club and went straight to Wang Jian's wrist.
Wang Jian turned around in an instant, pushed the blade away with his club, raised his foot to sweep across, and kicked Mu Kang's cylindrical waist.
Mu Kang couldn't avoid it and was kicked by his weight, and his body took a step forward to release his strength.
Although Wang Jian hit Mu Kang with his kick, he still felt soreness and numbness in his calf. Obviously, this sturdy guy had received training in handling blows.
Mu Kang took advantage of Wang Jian's use of all his moves and quickly pressed close to his body, pressing his knee hard against Wang Jian's lower abdomen.
Wang Jian was a safety-first player and was wearing a steel plate body armor. Mu Kang was hit so hard that he grimaced in pain, and the Jingpo knife in his hand also slashed hard on his back. It makes a crisp sound.
Mu Kang retreated quickly, but he didn't look proud of his success. Not everyone could get a body armor. Moreover, this guy had to put on a body armor in advance when he got into a car fight...
"You are so shameless. You hit a car and you hit me. Do you know this is northern Myanmar? I will chop you to death and no one will care."
"Who do you want to kill!" Suddenly, a girl's clear voice came from behind Mu Kang.
Mukang turned around, and under the illumination of the car lights, two snow-white blades spun into two shadows in the hands of a slender girl.
The Jingpo sword in Mu Kang's hand was hidden behind his elbow.
"Wang Xue, be careful, this kid has been a soldier."
"Thank you, Brother Jian, for reminding me." Wang Xue smiled sweetly and hurried forward with brisk steps, one in front of the other and the other hidden behind the elbow.
Mu Kang did not take it lightly just because Wang Xue was a woman. Seeing her light body and the terrifying murderous aura hidden in the flash of the sword, he knew that this girl had seen blood on her hands.
He pressed hard on his heels and ran forward, but he walked in a semicircular arc, turned sideways to pass Wang Xue, and stabbed her back with the knife in his hand.
"Plum Blossom Stake!" Wang Xue was a little surprised. She dwarfed, and the sword behind her left and right elbows collided with Jingpo's sword, and then she stabbed him in the ribs with the eight-cut sword in her right hand.
Mu Kangna dared her to stab her, but Jingpo's knife hit her left elbow hard and took a step back. Wang Xue's left elbow hit the back of the knife along the blade, but the tip of her elbow hit his chest hard.
"Eight Wing Chun cuts!" Mu Kang ignored the pain in his chest and glanced at Wang Xue in surprise as he walked up quickly.
Jingpo's sword is not long, only two feet long with the handle. Mu Kang walks on the Dai plum blossom pole, with strange footwork and a somewhat elusive posture.
But the close-quarters short attack is not enough against the Wing Chun Eight Cuts.
Wing Chun, whether it is boxing or swordsmanship, is the ancestor of close combat. The trick is to use skill to defeat clumsy.
Mu Kang did not dare to let her get close, so he stepped sideways, got out of the way of her, and slashed at Wang Xue's neck with his knife.
These three people are all monsters. They wear steel plate body armor when fighting, and their weak points are only their necks, arms, and legs.
The two knives collided fiercely, and in an instant, Wang Xue's right arm was in a state of unconsciousness.
But just in an instant, Wang Xue turned around and stepped forward to bully him, and struck him hard on the back with the knife in her right hand.
The sharp blade cut a foot-long gash in his body.
Mu Kang couldn't help but scream.
Wang Xue sheathed her sword, jumped into the air, and kicked Mu Kang in the ear.
"Bang!" Mu Kang's strong body shook and he lay on the ground with a thud.
Mu Liang was momentarily distracted when he saw Mu Kang being knocked down, and Fan Tong took the opportunity to hit him on the calf.
Mu Liang screamed and fell to the ground. Fan Tong swung one after another, knocking the Jingpo knife out of his hand, and stepped on his neck: "Believe it or not, I will hit your head like a ball."
