The handle struck the side of Lu Ming's neck and slashed down diagonally.
The ax struck hard, and Lu Ming could lose one of his arms, or even split half of his body, leaving him dead or disabled.
Of course it was impossible for Ah Bing to hit Lu Ming.
Lu Ming raised his hand and grabbed the front of the axe. No matter how hard the handle was, it couldn't make a blow.
Ah Bing's face turned red and veins popped out on her forehead, but it had no effect at all.
At this time, two men in black suits took out machetes and attacked Lu Ming one from the left and one from the right.
But before they could get close, Lu Ming kicked them both away.
While they were still in the air, the two men in black suits vomited blood. After falling to the ground, they were bleeding from all their orifices and made no sound. They didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
"Do you like to hit people with an ax? Then I will help you."
Lu Ming used a strong force on his hand to take the ax from A Bing's hand, aimed it at A Bing's head, and struck it down with the ax.
puff!
The ax blade struck from A'Bing's head, splitting A'Bing's head in half.
Suddenly, red and white things splashed, and the scene was cruel and shocking.
Lu Ming said without emotion: "I hate men with pigtails the most. The Qing Dynasty is not dead yet."
Dead silence!
In an instant, the scene fell into absolute silence. No one made a sound, as if even breathing had stopped.
It wasn't until Ah Bing's eyes widened and the body fell to the ground and the dull sound made these people woke up.
"ah!"
Countless people screamed heart-breakingly and ran around desperately.
Soon, the casino was in chaos.
Many people fell to the ground, tripping others and causing even more people to fall.
These people didn't care about the pain. After getting up, they continued to run towards the exit, fearing that if they were too late, they would be the ones who died.
Thanks to the fact that it was still afternoon, the casino was not full yet.
In addition, these people have strong physical fitness and can get up quickly after falling.
Otherwise, a stampede would be inevitable and one or two people would die here.
Not everyone is running.
Some people, relying on their unusual status, stood calmly on the spot. Not only did they not run away, but they also wanted to watch the excitement.
"Hua Zi, your place in Xingtai is not safe. With people making such a fuss, it looks like we will have to change places to play in the future."
"Hey, little brother, are you telling the truth? Is there really something wrong with all these gambling tables?"
Someone spoke.
Either directed at the gray suit, or asked Lu Ming.
Lu Ming played with the hatchet in his hand and looked at the fat middle-aged man who asked him: "If you want to know, give me a hand and I will tell you."
A smile appeared on the fat man's face, but his eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I can give you my hand, but I'm afraid you won't be able to take it."
"That's it."
Lu Ming muttered to himself and suddenly threw the ax in his hand.
puff!
The ax accurately struck the middle-aged fat man's left shoulder.
A fat arm fell from the fat man's left side.
In an instant, blood surged out.
Lu Ming said calmly: "Now I can tell you, there are really problems with all the gambling tables."
"ah!"
The fat man screamed, took a few steps back, and sat down on the ground, his fat face deformed in pain.
He yelled angrily: "Hua Zi, kill him, kill him for me, I will be responsible for anything that happens."
The man in the gray suit named Brother Hua saw Lu Ming being arrogant and arrogant when he saw the chaos in the casino, and his face was twisted with anger.
If this matter is not resolved today, who will dare to come here to play in the future, and how will they make money in the future.
"Don't worry, Fat Brother, he is dead today and no one can save him."
The gray suit waved his hand: "Don't kill him yet, just chop off his hands and feet. I want to play with him slowly."
The dozen or so people in black suits who arrived before, and the more than fifty who arrived later, totaling nearly seventy people, each holding a machete, surrounded Lu Ming.
More than seventy security guards armed with sharp knives surrounded Lu Ming.
No matter how you look at it, the casino is sure to win.
When the middle-aged fat man saw this, a sinister smile appeared on his fat face: "Okay, it would be too easy to kill him directly, so we have to take our time."
But soon, his smile froze on his face.
It was seen that, facing nearly 70 men in black suits holding machetes, Lu Ming took the initiative to attack.
He accelerated and crashed into a person's arms, knocking him back with blood spurting out. He also knocked several people behind him away with him.
Lu Ming reached out and picked up a flying machete from the air, turned around and slashed horizontally.
On the spot, five heads flew up, and blood rose into the sky.
Lu Ming rushed to the other side without even looking at it.
All I saw was a flash of cold light, and one head after another flew up.
In a short time, most of the nearly 70 people were dead.
The remaining people dropped the machetes in their hands, turned around and ran away, screaming, without stopping even though the gray suits shouted.
"The sword skills I learned from Boss Bai are pretty good."
Looking at the heads all over the place, Lu Ming muttered in his heart and nodded with satisfaction.
He pointed the machete at the gray suit: "It's your turn."
The gray suit was shaking all over, but there was not much fear on his face. He reached out and pulled out a sawn-off double-barreled shotgun from his waist.
He held the gun and aimed at Lu Ming's head: "You little bastard, you are very good at hitting. Can you show me another fucking one?"
brush!
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of sword light, and the two hands holding the guns fell from in front of him and fell to the ground.
He stared blankly at his two severed hands, feeling no pain for a moment.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that he yelled "Ah".
"ah……"
He let out an eardrum-shaking wail of pain, bent over, and bubbles of snot bubbled out of his nose, but nothing could make the pain lessen.
Lu Ming kicked him to the ground: "You only have two hands and two legs."
After saying that, Lu Ming raised his knife and lowered it, and both thighs of the gray suit were completely cut off.
The man in the gray suit rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.
In his situation, even if the doctor arrived, he would die from excessive blood loss.
Lu Ming walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step without even looking at the miserable state of the gray suit.
The middle-aged fat man quickly backed away, the flesh on his fat face trembling: "Brother, I was wrong. I was just blindly talking. Don't be as knowledgeable as me."
Lu Ming's expression did not change, and his feet also kept moving.
The middle-aged fat man knelt down to Lu Ming with a plop, and used his remaining hand to slap his fat face.
He whipped loudly and burst into tears: "I was really wrong. You have a lot, please spare my life."
Bang... bang...
He was still pumping himself hard, and his fat face soon swelled up, making him look fatter.
The remaining gamblers looked at Lu Ming with horror on their faces.
They never thought that one person could be so powerful.
There was a gambler who had a good relationship with the middle-aged fat man, and he wanted to stand up and say a few words for the fat man.
But looking at Lu Ming, who was covered in blood but whose eyes and expression were extremely calm, the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say anything.
The calmer Lu Ming appears, the more powerful he is at this moment and the more intimidating he is.
