"Bang bang bang bang!"

There were waves of knocking on the door, and then it stopped for a while, as if he was discussing something outside. Tang Dayong, who was next to the side of the warehouse door, did hold his breath and listen carefully to the whispers afterwards.

When Tang Dayong heard this, he really made some clues. Although the knocker outside the warehouse door deliberately lowered the loudness of the sound, he could not withstand Tang Dayong's careful eavesdropping. Even Tang Dayong heard the vibration emit a crisp and soft moan when the cold wind blew through the knife.

After confirming that the other party was really ill-behaved, Tang Dayong had no doubts in his heart and his hands were divided into two ends. He nodded to the group of gangsters around him, and there was a bit of horror in his eyes.

Many gangsters have been mingling with him for a long time, and naturally they understand Tang Dayong's actions. They quickly calmed down their voices, and even tried to calm down their breaths and guarded them on both sides of the warehouse gate.

Afterwards, Tang Dayong nodded at Dawei again, a grim smile appeared, while Dawei nodded quietly and walked slowly from a distance. In order to make the people outside hear it clearly, Dawei even deliberately amplified his footsteps and said intentionally: "Are you wrong? You keep knocking? Who is the fucking knocking on the door? It's so damn it!"

While walking, he muttered some ugly words in his mouth. With Tang Dayong nodding, he gently inserted the door key and began to rotate. During this rotation, the gangsters on the field also stared at the movements in Dawei's hands, and their breath seemed to become heavier because of it.

After a "click" sound, Dayong's heart trembled, and his right hand, which was holding the knife handle, also tried hard.

Just as Dawei pushed the door open, Tang Dayong, who was already ready, kicked Dawei with a kick and weak force, and directly pushed Dawei away, who was unable to dodge. A soft whistle sounded, but when he saw a hand falling from the sky, he stabbed it out. The cold light flashed with coldness, which meant to stab the door opener with a knife.

If it weren't for the power of Tang Dayong pushing him away, the first thing that would have been the one who opened the door would have been Dawei, who would have been cut out by the machete that rubbed the crack of the door, directly shattering his head, and his life would be lost.

The other party exclaimed lightly, obviously a little strange. His fatal move did not work, but instead made the other party avoid it.

However, even though he dodged like this, Dawei could still clearly feel the cold and bone-thrilling chill on his forehead.

Then, what quickly poured into his forehead was the endless anger. No matter who was attacked suddenly, he would definitely not be able to get it. Even if he was prepared before this, he would almost have not dodged it. If it weren't for Brother Dayong's life-saving just now, he might have been stabbed by the other party.

Who is it? Which bastard is it? He was so cruel that he didn't even say hello and just killed himself!

The warehouse gate was suddenly kicked open, and several sword tips with flickering cold light were first to break in. Then a group of men in black rushed in. As soon as they showed up, they were a little surprised to find that there were so many gangsters surrounding them on the field.

But such a surprise lasted for a moment. The group of men in black looked quite disciplined. Faced with the emergencies, they were not at all panic. Without saying a word, they waved the machete and knife in their hands and greeted the many gangsters on the field.

Then another man with a seemingly solid figure walked out, wearing a brighter black outfit, and now he took a few steps, his face was cold, his eyes flashed, and his muscles were no less powerful than that of Tang Dayong. The machete in his hand was very domineering.

It can also be seen from the weapons he was holding that this guy's arm strength was definitely not low. Otherwise, he would not be able to carry such a heavy guy.

After seeing the incident on the field, the leading man stood tall and raised his right arm lightly. The medium-sized machete was also raised flat and shouted loudly: "I said how could that guy just now avoid my knife? It turned out that he was prepared for it! I think it must be that guy who just informed you!"

"You numb bastard, let me see if I won't cut you down!"

Seeing that the culprit who almost killed him was in front of him with a knife, Dawei could not bear it. With a muffled groan, his body also jumped up. With the momentum of Mount Tai, he directly knocked down the heavy slash from the sky.

Dawei's sudden killing made the strong man angry. The other party actually used such a shallow killing move to deal with him. He immediately smiled coldly, and he was too lazy to use the heavy machete in his hand. He turned sideways and avoided Dawei's accumulated attack.

A trace of light flashed in his eyes, a cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his right leg slightly turned into a slender poisonous whip, and he thrust hard on Dawei's lower abdomen and knocked him away with one leg.

Dawei cried out with a bitter cry, his eyes almost popped out, and then he fell heavily to the ground, his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart. He couldn't stand up for a while, and wriggled on the ground in pain, flowing down with cold sweat.

"Dawei!" Seeing Dawei facing such a tragic situation, Huang Mao, who was close to him, immediately shouted loudly, his eyes were quickly congested, and he shouted, then took a step and slashed at the solid man.

The honest man never cared about Huangmao, a guy who seemed to be unbeatable, had he never taken him to heart. His eyes turned cold and he waved his heavy machete and slashed directly at Huangmao's face. Huangmao was caught off guard and quickly took a few steps back. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been lifted up by his sword. A gust of cold wind passed by, almost scaring the yellow hair to death.

"**! Brothers, come and avenge Dawei!"

Seeing that the honest man was so arrogant and domineering, the gangsters around him naturally did not dare to be a little negligent and rushed forward with anger.

Since the other party had already come to kill, the gangsters on the field would naturally not talk to them anymore. They rushed up and blocked the door of the warehouse, holding the weapons in their hands, and greeted the black-clad people in front of them desperately.

After several resistances, several people on both sides got the knife, and they were also scratched and pulled down deep holes on them. However, these holes seemed bloody, but there was no danger. Apart from the pain, they had no effect at all. They gritted their teeth slightly, grabbed their weapons again, and rushed to meet them together.

"Your mother!"

When one person knew that the danger had come, he screamed strangely, his eyes were cruel, his mouth wide open, and the machete in his hand was raised high, directly greeting the black men who suddenly broke in. A tyrannical color flashed in his eyes, and a faint bloodthirsty meaning was full.

"Brothers! Fuck them to death!"

Seeing that these guys were just attacking death, Tang Dayong would not be polite to them, so he quickly greeted him and rushed out with a loud shout. A cold light flashed in an instant, twisting into a shiny ball, pointing directly at the man in black holding a machete in front of him.

The man in black who was entangled with others obviously did not expect that Tang Dayong would be so fierce when fighting. Without paying attention, he was cut by the man on the opposite side, but he could not take much into consideration.

Compared to the ordinary gangster in front of him, the danger of this burly man Tang Dayong's stunning sword in the hands of the burly man is obviously a little higher.

Therefore, he kicked the gangster in front of him in the abdomen, and after he took a few steps back, he quickly saw the German sword that was slashed by Tang Dayong. Unexpectedly, Tang Dayong's power was extremely powerful. How could the brute force be reduced by ordinary people?

With a crisp "clang" sound, the machete that he held tightly in his hand actually broke in response to the sound.

Then under the terrified gaze of the man in black, a cold light rose in the wind, rapidly magnified in his eyes, and appeared not far away in front of him.
Chapter completed!