At this time, Wang Long had retreated to the middle of his crowd. A bunch of people behind him went up. "Bang, bang" a large knife called the person who only had Wang Long in his eyes. Ling Yang saw it from the side, and he turned his head to the person who pointed at Wang Long and took the lead against Wang Long, grabbed the stick, and went up with one stick. The stick did not swing the person down. The man shook his head and moved two steps to the side. He looked up at Ling Yang, and blood flowed down his cheeks. He roared "ah" and rushed towards Ling Yang.

There were more people in the sea of ​​blood than the people on the other side. As soon as he rushed, two more people came up from the opposite side. He swung the two sticks from his side, and then Ling Yang raised the stick with both hands, and watched the person lying on the ground and greeted the person's forehead again. Then he could hear the sound of his head and the ground colliding with him.

The man rolled his eyes, fell to the ground and started to twitch all over his body, and soon there was no movement.

Then Ling Yang raised the stick in his hand and saw that Wang Long had rushed towards the door. He took a big step forward and another stick. A large group of people behind him followed him and called him up. The opposite side was soon defeated by the people from the Blood Sea. After this group of people, the scene became an overwhelming advantage. Wang Long and others were waiting for him to clean up the group of gangsters at the door. When Ling Yang stood in front, and just reached out and wanted to pull the door, he shouted "Be careful." Then he quickly moved his body to the side, and heard a "bang." The door at the door was suddenly punched with a hole. "Grass Mud Horse, whoever you come in, I will kill anyone who comes in, you scolded the next door, pretending to behave with me, grass Mud Horse, a group of little bastards with not yet grown hair, grass Mud Horse."

Then, while listening to the man scolding, he heard two gunshots of "bang, bang." They all hit the sound of glass shattering on the outside glass door.

Wang Long and his group leaned on one side. Ling Yang looked around and picked up his stick from the side. He called him up at a glass on the side. He heard a "click" sound, and the glass was broken. He took off his coat and wrapped it in his hand. He quickly cleaned the broken glass on the edge. Then Ling Yang jumped and rushed in.

Wang Long watched Ling Yang enter, and slowly walked to the door. He glanced at a middle-aged man inside. His hair was a little gray. His name was Zhao Hetu. He had been in the city that never sleeps for some time and was from Northeast China.

"Why are you doing so excited?" Wang Long's voice was not loud. "No one took your life, why are you anxious to do it?"

"Young man gives me this trick. Tell you whoever comes in today will be the one who will kill you."

"As for guns, you don't have them yourself. There is no need to make things so big. And we are not here to do anything, we just want to talk to you." Wang Long smiled and said, "Brother, let's talk."

After saying that, Wang Long stood at the gate and heard a gunshot on the opposite side.

Wang Long stood there motionless, sweat slowly left his forehead. "Zhao Hetu, let's not hurt the harmony, you are the only one with a gun, right?" When Wang Long said this, several members of the Blood Sea had already taken out the guns.

Wang Long saw that Zhao Hetu was the only one in the hall, with explosives tied to his body and a single-barrel hunting rifle in his hand. He seemed very excited. "You are the godson of Heihu, and I don't know what you are thinking. You are the godson of Heihu, and you will definitely work hard for him. Fuck you, a cripple man wants to be the lord of the city never sleeping. What's his thing?" Zhao Hetu yelled, "Come on, grass mud horse, come on." Zhao Hetu stared at Wang Long with his own guns. "Fire at me, the bomb explodes, I will kill you all, don't think of any of you, don't think of any one, I scolded the next door, come on this set with me, grass mud horse, when I was in the society, you were still peeing and playing with mud, you scolded the next door."

Zhao Hetu's eyes widened, and he was very excited, "Get out, you're a horse." He yelled at Wang Long and the others.

At this moment, Wang Long saw Ling Yang slowly walking behind Zhao Hetu, and Wang Long smiled at him, "Zhao Hetu, there is no need for this, right? Think about your family, wife and children."

"You scolded the next door." Zhao Hetu interrupted Wang Long directly, raising the single-barrel hunting rifle in his hand, "The grass mud horse, Wang Long."

Before he could say anything later, Ling Yang had already appeared behind him. He raised an iron stick with both hands, looked at the back of Zhao Hetu, and put all his strength into the high-ranking tall man, and then he called him down at the back of the man's head with one stick.

Before Zhao Hetu could say anything later, he was beaten to the ground by Ling Yang with a stick. The single-barrel hunting rifle in his hand was also scattered on one side. Zhao Hetu lay on the ground and was motionless at that time. I don’t know how much effort Ling Yang used.

Looking at Zhao Hetu to the end, Ling Yang took a deep breath and threw the iron rod on his hand aside. From the ground, he picked up Zhao Hetu's single-barrel hunting rifle. Then he glanced at Wang Long and pushed the single-barrel hunting rifle to the back of Zhao Hetu's head. He was holding a gun in his hand. Just as he was about to shoot, a voice came out, "There is no need to walk like this, right?"

When Wang Long heard this voice, he frowned and looked up, and saw a burly man appearing behind Ling Yang. This man must be in his sixties, and there were more than a dozen people following the man. The strong man smiled at Wang Long, "I haven't seen him these years, I didn't expect you to develop well. Little Wang Long, are you stupid? Can't you see this Black Tiger treats you as a gun? You have been living in so many years, but you still have to use him as a gun, right?"

Wang Long looked at the man opposite and was silent for a moment, "Qianwu, I've been making trouble for a long time, there is still your scene here."

Qiang Wu laughed, he shook his big head. "It's not easy to touch the chaotic situation in the city that never sleeps. I finally met. I think it's good to participate." He said as he had already walked to Zhao Hetu's side. He grabbed Ling Yang's single-bar hunting rifle. "Young man, stay on the front line, we'll meet in the future, hahaha." He laughed and pushed away the gun in Ling Yang's hand. Then he looked at Zhao Hetu on the ground. The blood on the back of his head was still flowing down. "I just don't understand how much hatred you are, so cruel."

Qiang Wu looked up and looked at Wang Long. "What you can see is on the surface. There are many stories you haven't seen below. The City of Never Sleeping is a big pit. In this situation, whoever stands inside will fall into it."

"You are so old and you still think of these things outside so importantly, right?"

Qiang Wu laughed "Haha" and said, "You're thinking too much. I just owe my friend a favor, so I'm not interested in these things for a long time." He said, and lifted Zhao Hetu up. "This is my old friend of the city that never sleeps. I've been in the city that never sleeps for so many years. Give me a face and spare his life." Qiang Wu finished speaking, holding Zhao Hetu in his hand, turned around and walked inside. There were still six or seven big men standing at the door, looking at Wang Long.

The two sides formed a brief confrontation. After a while, Wang Long smiled and said, "This group of old foxes" reached out and pointed "The next household..."

At the entrance of a large three-story bathhouse in the city of Never Sleeping, Xie Tian and his party stood in the hall. Everyone on the opposite side were all shirtless, with thirty or forty holes, and there were more people than Xie Tian’s side. Now they were holding guys in their hands, and everyone’s eyes were all gathered on Xie Tian’s group.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. The man was bare-headed, holding an axe in his hand. He looked at Xie Tian opposite him. "The bloody sea will roll back to the land of your bloody sea. Don't be fucked and have free time every day. Come over and take care of other people's affairs, do you know?" The man said without hesitation at all. "Wang Wei is not here anymore. Why are you fucking running away?"

The big man's expression was quite rampant, "Did you hear it? From now on, this area will be my territory of Su Yafeng. I will live my own family and live my own life. If someone does not offend me, I will not offend him. If someone offends me, I will kill his whole family." He said, and raised his big axe. "If you don't believe me, just try it, especially you, this one with a wolf on your face."

He pointed at Xie Tian. Xie Tian looked up at him, and then said nothing. He lit a cigarette from his pocket and walked slowly towards Su Yafeng. He walked to Su Yafeng. The two of them stood face to face. All around him were Su Yafeng. Su Yafeng looked at Xie Tian very rampantly. "No matter who you are the city lord, it has nothing to do with me. Don't mess with me, have you heard it?" He was much taller than Xie Tian, ​​with a arrogant expression on his face. He bent over, and while talking so awesome, he did not forget to gently pat Xie Tian's side face. "Child, next time you are tattooing, don't tattoo on your face, why? Is this scary? Hahaha."

Su Yafeng laughed wildly. At the moment when he looked up and smiled, he saw that the expression on Xie Tian's face changed immediately. A dagger appeared in his hand. He held the dagger and stabbed Su Yafeng's neck with a dagger.
Chapter completed!