Chapter 65: The female policeman watching

A large piece of blood sprayed out, and Zhang Xuan stepped back slightly, without any blood on his body.

Such a scene caused some people who were not able to withstand the burden to retwine on the spot. Tai Xing's eyes were completely raised, which was particularly scary.

When Zhang Xuan let go, Tai Xing collapsed to the ground like a puppet with a broken thread.

Han Wenrou suppressed the disgust in her heart and looked at Zhang Xuan in disbelief. She had always felt that Zhang Xuan was an irrelevant scoundrel, and she even often threatened him by force. But in the scene that happened now, even Han Wenrou was a fool, she knew that she had never really understood this man before.

Zhang Xuan was decisive and without any hesitation. He directly took Tai Xing's life while talking and laughing. Even these members of the club who often fought were so scared by him that they dared not act rashly. The black thunder double flower red stick that had just attacked Han Wenrou was the same.

"No one can escape." Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled at the people in the Daquan Club and those who were black thunder.

One person was stared at by Zhang Xuan, and he couldn't stand the pressure of fear. He roared like an venting voice, lifted up his machete and rushed towards Zhang Xuan.

Facing this man, Zhang Xuan kicked him in the chest. The man was kicked backward without any obstacles. At the same time as he flew out, the machete in his hand was taken off by Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan waved his hand vigorously, threw out the machete he had just taken, and inserted it into the man's chest with a "puff".

Another life!

This set of actions is fast, accurate and ruthless!

"Devil! Devil!" Someone in the crowd in the big circle of society muttered to himself like this, and the eyes of Zhang Xuan were filled with fear.

"Die!" Hei Lei's double flower red stick roared and came from behind Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan didn't even turn his head back, and grabbed his right hand like lightning. He didn't even look at his opponent, and then accurately pinched the other party's throat. In the eyes of outsiders, it was as if Zhang Xuan's opponent took the initiative to let Zhang Xuan pinch his throat.

Shuanghua Hongbang's eyes were filled with fear. He had not faced this man head-on just now, and could only feel the murderous aura and contempt for life. But now, he saw the gap. He and he and the other party were one underground and one in the sky.

Zhang Xuan pinched the other party's fingers and squeezed them hard, and cut off the throat of the strongest thug of Black Thunder. Then he threw it to the ground like throwing garbage. He himself continued to walk towards the crowd of the big circle club.

So many members of the community were so scared that they were afraid to move by Zhang Xuan alone.

Today, the negotiations between the two gangs, the tricks of the big circle gang, and the raid of the black thunder all became a show for him alone because of Zhang Xuan's existence.

"Run! Run! He is a devil! He is a devil!" In the crowd, someone roared first, and this sound was like the gate of a reservoir.

The little brother of the club closest to the gate of the Eight Immortal Tower frantically pushed open the person in front of him and opened the roller shutter door.

Qingye's younger brother wanted to stop him, but he couldn't stop these crazy people at all. The roller shutter door was opened with a "slam".

It is now 7:30 pm, and the light outside the house shines in, allowing the little brothers of the Daquan Club to see hope.

Zhang Xuan stood in the hall, looking at the opened roller shutter door, and smiled and said, "I said, I can't run away, just do it!"

The moment Zhang Xuan's hand fell, the younger brothers who rushed out of the Eight Immortals Tower all lay down.

Outside the Eight Immortal Tower, ten figures with devil masks appeared from all around. Each of them held a sharp blade in their hands, flashing cold light.

The mask has fangs and is extremely ferocious.

They waved the sharp blades in their hands, and harvested the escaped members of the community like mowing grass.

In everyone's eyes, the ten people who came from all over were like soul-catching messengers in hell. They took away lives, as if they were doing a very ordinary job.

"Who are you?" Han Wenrou turned around and looked at Zhang Xuan. She couldn't bear to look at her anymore.

"A stingy person." Zhang Xuan stretched, "Who said my wife, I'll destroy him all over the family."

"You are despising the law!"

"Law?" Zhang Xuan chuckled, "For her, I can be enemies of the whole world."

The scene outside the Eight Immortals Tower is like the Shura Field in this world. If the Eight Immortals Tower were not located in a remote location, it would have caused riots and panic now.

The three heads of Lei Gong, Qingye Club, looked outside the door. The ten people who suddenly appeared were the god of death from hell, who were cruel, ruthless, powerful, and irresistible.

Lei Gong and others now found that they were so ridiculous that they had to deal with such a person. His strength and power were simply beyond the reach of them.

Those people from the big circle society and Hei Lei were completely killed. They who had just run out of the Eight Immortal Tower rushed back together. None of them were still holding the so-called face, and they all knelt on the ground, kowtowed constantly, and shouted to spare their lives.

Outside the door, ten death gods wearing masks stood at the entrance of the Eight Immortals Tower and did not step into the Eight Immortals Tower.

Zhang Xuan looked at the members of the club kneeling all over the ground and waved to the door.

These gods of death who despise life bowed to Zhang Xuan, and without saying a word, they disappeared silently at the door of the Eight Immortals Tower.

Such a scene made Lei Gong and others even more shocked. They were just speculating that these ten people might have been invited by Zhang Xuan, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The walkie-talkie around Han Wenrou's waist made a sound at this time.

"The Korean team, the Korean team, received a report that a large-scale fight occurred near the Baxian Tower."

"Korean team, Korean team..."

This voice was repeated three times on the walkie-talkie, and the other party's tone began to be anxious.

"Team Korean, please reply when you receive it, please reply when you receive it!"

Han Wenrou held the walkie-talkie in her hand, and her eyes wandered back and forth between Zhang Xuan and her father, with persistence flashing in her eyes and persistence flashing.

"Korean Team..."

"Cluster fight, bring people here."

The sirens sounded in everyone's ears within thirty seconds. Four cars drove to the gate of the Eight Immortal Tower. When they saw the blood and more than thirty corpses outside the Eight Immortal Tower, the police were all shocked. This was definitely a super-large case that could cause a sensation across the country.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Ten policemen holding explosion-proof shields pushed away the members of the community at the entrance of the Eight Immortal Tower and rushed in.

"Korean Team, what's going on?" a police officer asked.

Han Wenrou was silent for a while and said, "Hei Lei and Daquan Society had a conflict, and a large-scale armed fight occurred. The main suspects died in the armed fight. Take these people back and file a case..."

"What about them?" The policeman pointed at the direction of Aoba Club.
Chapter completed!