With the deaths of Fanshu and Lan Yarong, some people in Danshan Hall began to feel uneasy.
"Avenge Brother Rong and Brother Fanshu!" Someone shouted. Several fans of Fanshu rushed towards Chen Zhengwei with red eyes, but more people's eyes began to flicker.
The bloody battles in the streets were fought with a lot of blood and courage. The leader died, and the blood in the others seemed to have receded.
"Is there anyone really not afraid of death?" Chen Zhengwei laughed ferociously, raised his hand and shot the person in front, then slashed the opponent's neck with a knife.
There was a sound of cracking in the air above the head, and another person gritted his teeth and rushed over with an axe.
Chen Zhengwei raised his knife to block and kicked out. The opponent felt as if he was hit by an iron pillar, and he was kicked more than two meters away.
Then Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and shot the third person, then took the knife and killed the crowd again.
An ax boy from Danshan Hall struck a young man in front of him with his axe, and was stabbed through by Chen Zhengwei behind him.
Chen Zhengwei kicked him away and hacked two or three more people to death. The others finally began to wake up and abandoned their opponents and ran away.
"Chase them! Hack them to death!" Chen Zhengwei just glanced at them and knew that the casualties would be high.
Carrying a knife and leading people to chase him, he chased for more than a street. From time to time, people were caught up and chopped to the ground.
The blood was diluted by the heavy rain when it came out. Although the smell of blood in the air was washed away, the fight in the rain seemed even more cruel.
Chen Zhengwei led his men to pursue him to the intersection of Duban Street and Washington Street. He saw many people walking out of the shops on both sides, standing in the rain with axes in their hands, looking at them with ferocious expressions.
Chen Zhengwei then waved his hand to stop the others.
Danshantang didn't dare to send everyone there, after all, some people had to be left to guard their hometown.
What's more, Lan Yarong and Fanshu brought hundreds of people there, while Chen Zhengwei only had more than 20 people, so there was no reason to lose no matter what.
Even if Chen Zhengwei uses his gun, how many shots can he fire?
The people at Danshan Hall did not expect that this group of people would be defeated. Even Lan Yarong and Fanshu died on Sullivan Street.
A hundred people went, and only about thirty came back.
The rest are lying on this long street.
At this time, a Duban Street was like the border between Chu, He and Han. Willy was leading more than thirty people. The rain on his face made him barely see the other side. He could only see that there were more than twenty people on the other side.
Both sides are murderous.
He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't kill him. He was going to ask about the situation first.
Chen Zhengwei knew that his men were fighting for a while, and he didn't have much energy left after chasing him so far.
This kind of fighting consumes the most physical strength. When it comes to actual fighting, you will be exhausted within a minute or two.
Chen Zhengwei pointed the knife at the opponent bitterly, and then ordered:
"go back!"
Looking at the Danshantang ax boy who fell to the ground and groaned along the way, Chen Zhengwei stabbed an ax boy in the knee, and the other guy immediately covered his leg and screamed.
Chen Zhengwei said bitterly: "I picked out their hand tendons and hamstrings and threw them into the street!"
Danshantang brought these people back. If they were to keep them, they would have to spend a lot of money, and they would be dragged to death.
If you leave it alone, it will chill the hearts of others.
He wanted to see what Danshan Hall planned to do.
Do you really think he's that easy to mess with? Anyone who dares to mess with him must be prepared to have his bones broken.
When he returned to the casino area, he saw a mass of deaths and injuries on the ground, and his men were mixed with the people from Danshan Hall.
Danshantang's losses were great, but the losses among his men were also considerable. Not only were everyone injured, there were also many dead and disabled.
"Let them come out to wash the floor, throw the people from Danshan Hall to Duban Street, send our people to the hospital, and then count the casualties for me!"
Chen Zhengwei pointed to the shops on both sides.
He returned to the casino, wiped the blood from his face, and waited for a while to count the casualties.
"Brother Wei, three are dead, five are disabled, and many are seriously injured. It would be fine if there is no infection, but if it is infected, there may be disabilities!" Rong Jiacai's face didn't look good either. .
"First, let the medical center treat them as best they can. If anyone is infected, tell me! Tell them to feel at ease. Even if they are disabled, I will take care of them and ensure that they have no worries about food and drink."
Chen Zhengwei thought of his two boxes of penicillin V potassium tablets, which might come in handy then.
Chen Zhengwei stood up and walked around twice, becoming increasingly angry as he thought about it.
Whoever he provoked was attacked directly by Danshantang, and so many of his men were killed or injured.
This time, at least more than three thousand yuan will be thrown out.
Two more fights and I'll be fucking bankrupt.
No matter how you think about it, Danshan Hall is bullying people too much and it’s all their fault!
Moreover, anger is very harmful to the body. If you don't take revenge, you will get sick sooner or later. How can you live a long life?
"Call Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou!" Chen Zhengwei said through gritted teeth.
Chen Zhengwei took out the gun and started loading the bullet.
"Brother Wei!" Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou were called over.
"Load the bullet and come with me again!"
"It makes no sense that they can only come to trouble me! If they are in the first grade of junior high school, then I have to be in the fifteenth grade!" Chen Zhengwei cursed.
"Brother Wei, are we the only ones?"
"It won't be a big deal to call a few more. Call my junior brother here too. Follow me to see if we can find the leader of Danshan Hall! Even if we can't find their leader, we still have to say this! " Chen Zhengwei's eyes flashed fiercely.
"Go get some more kerosene!"
It was raining heavily at this time and visibility was already low.
The other party had just lost a lot of people, and now they must be gathering together for a meeting to discuss. He was going to rush directly to the other party's casino.
Even if the master of Danshan Hall cannot be found, dozens of people from Danshan Hall will be killed and their casino will be burned down.
After a while, Chen Zhenghu, Yan Qingyou, Rong Jiacai and five more people stood in front of Chen Zhengwei.
In addition to them, Li Xiwen, who was outside helping to drag the injured, was also called over.
This kid experienced the biggest shock of his life tonight.
"The people outside now are all our brothers and sisters who grew up wearing a pair of pants, and now they are lying there. Some are dead, some are disabled, what's wrong with them? They just want to eat!
They were right, but Danshan Hall came to the door and so many people were lying outside. Can you swallow this breath? "
Chen Zhengwei walked a few steps in front of everyone and asked loudly. Several people immediately had blood on their faces and said:
"No! Blood debt must be paid with blood! Brother Wei, what do you want to do?"
"I can't swallow it. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't avenge this. Come with me! It's raining heavily now. It's hard to see anything. They have to dedicate manpower to treat the wounded. We rush directly to their Casino, go catch their boss!”
"You guys are carrying the oil!"
After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he walked out of the casino immediately, and then stepped back: "Junior brother, if you have a sharp eye, please hold an umbrella for me!"
Then he led people into the rain.
After looking at the shopkeepers on this street, all the shopkeepers were taken out of their shops and dragged away the injured. Those from Danshan Hall were piled onto the carriages and thrown directly to Duban Street.
Then Chen Zhengwei led the people in the opposite direction.
There are two roads from Sullivan Street to the Danshan Hall site, one is Washington Street and the other is Jackson Street.
Chen Zhengwei planned to take another path.
A group of people walked through the rainy night, and the sound of rain completely obscured their footsteps.
A grocery store owner was looking at the heavy rain outside, guessing that there would be few customers tonight.
Then I saw a group of people passing by the door with murderous intent. The leader was a young man, holding a gun in one hand and a knife hanging on his waist.
There was a younger person holding an umbrella for him next to him.
Behind him were a group of young men covered in blood, several of whom had an ax in one hand and a gun in the other.
Others were carrying ceramic jars.
The young man in the lead glanced at the boss with a ferocious look. The boss suddenly felt chilled all over and quickly retreated into the shop, not even daring to raise his head.
He waited for the group of people to walk past for a long time before he stretched his head to take a look, and then quickly closed the door.
In a wonton shop that is usually open until late at night, most of the customers are gamblers and those who come to look for flowers in the middle of the night.
Two ax boys from Danshan Hall were squatting in front of the store, holding bowls in their hands, eating and chatting. "I don't know how the fight is going over there!"
"Most of the people have passed this time. Four people cut one. Even if they are made of iron, they have to be chopped into scrap metal. Sullivan Street will be our territory tomorrow!"
The ax boy who spoke had an envious look on his face. He had gained a large territory and someone would definitely be able to take over.
But the one who can get the upper hand must be chosen among those who go this time.
While the two were chatting, they saw a group of people walking out of the rain.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed.
"Kill!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand, and Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou rushed over.
Within a moment, two bodies fell into the rain, and Chen Zhengwei and his party walked into Lord Street.
