On the long street, Chen Zhengwei looked up and saw that there was not even a moon, not to mention the sparse moon and stars.
Dark clouds cover the sky tightly, and the air is full of dullness, making people wish it would rain heavily to feel better.
Except for the dim oil lamps hanging outside the shops on both sides, there was no light on the entire long street.
"No wonder you came here at this time!" Chen Zhengwei stood in the middle of the road, holding a revolver in his right hand, and the Yanling knife in his left hand touched the ground, making a slight crisp sound.
He estimated that the other party was also afraid of him shooting, so he came here when the sky was darkest.
Although there was still some light on both sides, it was dark a dozen meters away.
"Senior brother, what is this?" Li Xiwen approached Chen Zhengwei with an uneasy look on his young face.
He has never encountered such a battle before.
At this time, the young and strong men around him were all carrying short axes, and they were full of murderous intent.
Originally there were some pedestrians on the street, but after seeing Chen Zhengwei and his group pouring out of the casino, they immediately left quickly.
"Someone is coming to chop me. Junior brother, you won't just watch others chop your senior brother, right?"
"Give my junior brother two axes!" Chen Zhengwei laughed and greeted.
Someone immediately put two hatchets into Li Xiwen's hands.
"Brother Wei, do you need a gun?" Rong Jiacai came over and asked.
"If someone tells you not to use your hands, do you still bite them to death with your teeth?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
He has eight guns now, why not use them?
Five of them were distributed to his subordinates, and he kept two Wesson Type III revolvers drawn from the system and a Winchester 1873.
At the same time, dense footsteps could be heard on the street ahead.
Lan Yarong and Fanshu of Danshan Hall led seventy or eighty people, all holding short axes and walking on the street with murderous intent.
"You always think you can fight, and you cleared Heshun Hall out of just over twenty people. Don't be weak for a while!" Lan Yarong walked in front of the crowd and said to Fanshu not far away.
There was a hint of provocation and sarcasm in his words.
"Just wait, I will definitely chop them to death today!" Fanshu was furious.
"Then I'll just wait and see."
Lan Yarong grinned, showing a mouth full of rotten teeth.
At the same time, he winked at the men around him, and waited a while to let Fanshu and the others rush to the front.
Several people around him nodded.
Then they saw a group of people standing on the long street, most of whom were wearing black suits. The leader was a young man wearing a suit and holding a gun in his hand.
Lan Yarong waved his hand ten meters away, and the people around him stopped immediately.
This distance can be rushed over in two or three seconds at most. Even if the opponent fires, he can only fire one or two shots.
Lan Yarong glanced at it and cursed in his heart: Damn, why are there so many people?
He had inquired before and found that there were only about twenty people on the other side.
But now there were forty people standing there.
But it was just a little unexpected. He and Fanshu brought more than half of Danshan Hall's troops this time, a hundred people.
Cut one of the two! Especially since most of the opponents were injured.
In addition, he also found out how Heshun Tang lost. The other party first went to talk to Zhi Goutian and took the opportunity to arrest Zhi Goutian. Then Heshuntang's Daye was also shot to death by the other party.
Then Heshuntang became a mess and was directly defeated by the other party.
"Are you their boss?" Lan Yarong looked Chen Zhengwei up and down, then stared at the gun in his hand and sneered: "If I were you, I would put the gun away."
"You don't think you are the only one with a gun handle? Or are you made of iron? If you break the rules, even if you are not hacked to death today, you will be robbed and beaten to death while walking one day!"
boom!
Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and fired a shot, but despite his poor performance, his reaction was not slow. He kept staring closely at the gun in Chen Zhengwei's hand. When he saw Chen Zhengwei raising his hand, he immediately got into the crowd.
Then he yelled, "You really don't know what's good or bad. Let me chop him to death!"
"Chop it for me!" Fanshu had a ferocious look on his face, and swung the ax forward with one hand, and the horse boy next to him rushed forward.
Chen Zhengwei sneered and waved his hand. Yan Qingyou and others took out their guns from their arms and fired directly at each other.
Following a burst of gunfire, white smoke filled the air in front of everyone, and four people fell directly on the opposite side.
When there are so many fewer people than the other party, no fool would use a gun. If Chen Zhengwei's men had twice as many people as the other party, he would also tell the other party to fight together.
However, when they pressed the hammer, before they could fire a second shot, the opponent had already rushed in front of them.
The two sides collided with each other.
"Kill these thugs to death!" Chen Zhengwei yelled, tilting his head to avoid a flying ax, and heard a scream from behind.
The Yanling knife in Chen Zhengwei's hand was slashed out directly.
It is said that an inch is stronger than an inch. The Yanling knife in Chen Zhengwei's hand is one meter long, more than twice as long as a hand axe. Moreover, he is so powerful that one of his arms flies out directly.
Chen Zhengwei raised his foot and kicked the person away, then slashed out with his knife horizontally, directly cutting off a head.
Others around him were also fighting each other. Li Xiwen looked at the ax boy rushing towards him, and the ferocious look on his face made him feel nervous.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and used his ax to block the opponent's axe.
The ax in the other hand struck the opponent's neck like lightning, and then suddenly stopped.
Li Xiwen still couldn't cut it down, and the opponent yelled angrily and kicked him, as if he and Li Xiwen were fighting to the death.
Street shopping is like this. Both sides are full of blood, and there is blood and screams all around. Everyone's nerves are tense, and there is no time to think about anything else.
Except for his own people, they are all enemies of life and death, how could he hold back?
Li Xiwen raised his leg and stepped on the opponent's calf, turned the ax handle in his hand, hit the opponent's shoulder with the back of the ax, and then swept the opponent down with one kick.
However, just after one person was mopped down, two more men with ferocious faces came over to kill them with axes raised.
By the time Li Xiwen knocked these two men down, Chen Zhengwei had already gone five or six meters away.
Almost one by one, where he passed, the people in Danshan Hall either covered their necks and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, or they were almost disemboweled and fell to the ground wailing.
Chen Zhengwei's eyes were full of excitement, and he stared at a man not far away who was about 1.7 meters tall and extremely muscular with a ferocious smile.
It was Fanshu. Although Chen Zhengwei didn't know his name, he remembered this person.
Then he raised the pistol in his right hand.
The opponent blocked Chen Zhengshi's axe, and punched Chen Zhengshi in the face. The blow made Chen Zhengshi's eyes shine with stars.
Then he hit Chen Zhengshi on the chest with an axe, causing blood to spurt out. Then he raised the axe, and Chen Zhengshi was about to be chopped to death with an axe.
boom!
One of Sweet Potato's eyes became a hole, and the back of his head was broken open.
The whole person fell down without even making a sound.
Chen Zhengshi rushed over with a ferocious expression and struck Fanshu on the neck with an axe. He chopped off the head several times before feeling his whole body become weak.
Just now he thought he was dead.
"Brother, be careful!" Yan Qingyou used the ax as a hammer. After knocking over another person, he looked up and saw someone aiming a gun at Chen Zhengwei.
Chen Zhengwei stopped at the sound, shrunk his body almost without thinking, and then heard a gunshot.
Not far away, a young man from the Yan family was shot and fell to the ground.
Chen Zhengwei turned around and looked around, and immediately saw Lan Yarong pressing down the hammer.
Looking at the opponent's position, even if Chen Zhengwei didn't hide just now, he might not be able to hit Chen Zhengwei.
Chen Zhengwei charged towards the opponent with a ferocious smile, raised his hand and shot Lan Yarong in the chest.
Then he threw the gun away, bent down to avoid the ax that was hitting his neck, held the knife in both hands and cut the opponent's stomach, and then stood up and raised his feet to kick the person more than one meter away.
He threw himself in front of Lan Yarong and stabbed him in with a knife.
Lan Yarong had just been shot and felt severe pain in his chest.
Just as he was about to run away, he saw Chen Zheng charging at him like a tiger, and he was immediately horrified.
He was really like a tiger, full of ferocious aura that chose others to devour, and aroused a sense of fear just by facing the other person.
However, before he could make any other move, Chen Zhengwei stabbed him in the stomach.
Chen Zhengwei drew the knife and then stabbed Lan Yarong in the chest.
"Damn it, let's fight, right? I'll fight your mother!" Chen Zhengwei had a ferocious look on his face and kicked out the rotten tooth.
Several of Lan Yarong's men around him were so taken by the ferocity on Chen Zhengwei's body that they didn't dare to step forward for a while.
Chen Zhengwei turned around and saw hundreds of people fighting together, with people lying down every minute.
The shouts of death and screams merged into one.
Blood flowed along the road.
"Their boss is dead, let me kill these gangsters!" After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he pulled out a gun and shot an axe-man not far away.
Following this sound, the people in Danshan Hall suddenly became confused.
Boom!
With a thunderbolt, the heavy rain finally fell.
