When three tigers and three generals jumped in the air, each of them had weapons in their hands.

Those weapons were three daggers and three machetes.

In the gap that the machete hit, the dagger filled the vacant space in an extremely intimate manner, one long and one short, perfect.

Chu Tian knew from his rushing posture that they were powerful, but although their weapons had been pulled out, they almost didn't even have a chance to apply them. It was not that they were too kind or that they were too arrogant, but that the old monster was too fierce.

The old demon who had been quietly grilling venison suddenly spread out when the three tigers and three generals jumped into the air.

A general's machete had just been slashed out in half, and the old demon had already bullied him into his arms, holding the flesh-cutting knife and stabbed the right hand in the opposite direction.

The general threw down the shining machete with cold light, stroked his throat with his hand, and slowly fell down.

Without a terrible cry, his neck was already soft and drooping like noodles.

Two daggers pricked each other, and cold light rushed towards the old demon's chest.

The old demon shook his right hand, and the remaining blood from the flesh-cutting knife splattered away. When the two war tigers were warm, the flesh-cutting knife had already passed through their wrists. The old demon's flesh-cutting knife stabbed into the chest of Zhan Hu on the left, and his spare left hand grabbed Zhan Hu's dagger and stabbed into the heart of Zhan Hu on the right. The positioning was accurate and difficult for ordinary people to reach.

There was still no terrible cry, and the two war tigers had slowly fallen down.

There is no other word that can describe the old demon's martial arts.

There is only one word: "fast"

It is incredibly fast, too fast to resist, so fast that it makes people unable to even see the changes of the "Old Demon".

Chu Tian did not look at the dead tiger general, but instead looked at the deer. Now he realized that the roasted deer not only did not feel broken under the old demon's knife, but even showed a complete skeleton like a work of art. The deer head also had a stagnant smile. It was obvious that the deer had no struggle, no pain, and was very peaceful when he died.

Chu Tian thought of an idiom: Ding cuts the ox.

Lin Dapao poured wine for Chu Tian and said calmly: "Young Marshal, on the full moon night, don't lose interest because of the villain. Come on, let's continue to talk and enjoy the moon, and drink and have fun."

Chu Tian picked up the wine glass, took a few sips, and said lightly: "The moonlit night is indeed a great time. Unexpectedly, blood will flow into a river tonight."

Chu Tian's eyes finally shifted from the bright moon to the old demon. There were three tigers and three generals, and at this time there was only one tiger and one general left. The old demon stood in the middle with an expressionless face, with one tiger and one general around the old demon, with a terror in his eyes. They had no idea that the old demon could be so powerful.

Chen Jimeng didn't expect that a chef who had been inconspicuous and unknown for twenty years would be so fierce.

Chen Jimeng's sweat slowly penetrated out again, and his face turned pale again. He originally thought he had known Lin Dapao very well, but now he realized that he was completely ignorant of Lin Dapao.

Chen Jimeng looked back at the more than 300 confidants behind him, trying to find some confidence again, but found that when he turned around and saw Lin Dapao's expression, he still felt lacking in confidence.

Not only is this man not reckless at all, but he is also terrifying.

Lin Dapao Shu let out a sigh and said to Chu Tian: "Young Marshal, what happened tonight proves that the knife in the hand of a friend is far more terrifying than the enemy's hand, because no matter how cautious a person is, he will inevitably forget to beware of it."

Chu Tian shook his head gently, with confidence in his eyes, and said, "The sword of the Shuai Jun brother will always be aimed at the enemy and will never stab me behind him."

Lin Dapao believed Chu Tian's words without hesitation.

Chen Jimeng was already in a difficult position to get rid of the tiger. When she reached this point, she could only fight to the death. So she took a few steps back and waved her right hand gently.

Dozens of Tiger Gang members immediately rushed in, and the seven or eight people rushed in front were holding machetes, more than a dozen people in the middle were turning the sickle hook, and the last dozen people were holding spears tightly. The weapons were matched reasonably and orderly, and their power increased several times in vain.

Lin Dapao poured the bamboo leaf green in the cup towards the charcoal fire, and the charcoal fire became dazzling in an instant, and everyone's eyes rushed towards him and blinked a few times.

The old demon's eyes flashed slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched. When the cold smile surged between his eyebrows, more than a dozen cold nails had already sprinkled out of his left hand, which was extremely fast and fierce. At the same time, the old demon's right hand was already holding the flesh-cutting knife, and his body seemed to have been transformed into one with the knife.

The sword light was like a flying rainbow, flying out of the cold nail, faster than a meteor.

The dozens of cold nails seemed to have eyes, and they walked around the seven or eight tiger gang members holding machetes in front, flashed into the dozen people with sickle hooks in the middle. The dozen people fell down silently, with disbelief and unwillingness in their eyes, and at the same time blocked the way the dozen people holding spears behind rushed over.

At this moment, the old demon was already holding the flesh-cutting knife and attacking the people in front. Before the seven or eight tiger gang members could react, the flesh-cutting knife passed through their abdomen like a dissecting deer. When their abdomen felt cold, the flesh-cutting knife passed from bottom to top, and the throat was cold, and red blood flowed out.

As they fell, the old demon had already used his feet to lift several machetes on the ground, and shot them like a whirlwind in a cold light and whirlwind towards the dozen gangs who were holding the spear behind. Each machete splattered their blood and took their lives.

No one can resist the power of one blow, and no one can dodge it.

The old demon's attack not only chose the most unexpected opportunity, but also was unimaginable.

The most unexpected time is the most correct time.

As long as you take action, you will never leave any way out for the other party, vicious, accurate and quick.

Chu Tian now knows what a terrible murderer the old demon is, and now he knows the reason why Lin Dapao's expression is calm.

Chu Tian was a little worried just now, and he almost didn't believe that Lin Dapao relied on the old demon to fight against Chen Jimeng. Now, Chu Tian believed it and believed that Lin Dapao could survive and survive well.

Chen Jimeng gritted her teeth and waved her hand again. The gang members behind her were no longer as ready as they had just seen death. Instead, they carefully let the brothers holding the spear walk in front, while the gang members holding the sickle hook were much more low-key, for fear that the old demon would take his life first.

Lin Dapao looked at the gang members who were gradually approaching the pavilion, sighed, stood up from the tiger-skin chair, walked to the front of the old demon, looked directly at everyone, his tone was no longer irritable, and he said in an extremely calm manner: "The Tiger Gang is standing in the capital, relying on the sincere unity of the brothers. Unexpectedly, today they were tragic, causing Lin to fall into laughter in front of the young commander. Is it Lin's sorrow or everyone's sorrow?"

The Tiger Gang members slowed down their speed and couldn't help but look at Lin Dapao, who was once irritable and reckless. The expression on their face became a little more embarrassing and contradictory.

"If everyone can stop the horse now, Lin Dapao promises not to pursue anyone." Lin Dapao's majestic gaze swept over the Tiger Gang: "Lin Dapao has nothing, but a promise can still be done by a thousand gold."

The Tiger Gang members showed a hesitant expression and watched each other.

Chen Jimeng's heart was a little nervous, afraid that they would be moved by Lin Dapao, so he hurriedly shouted: "Don't believe Lin Dapao. He has been in power for many years and only knows how to be a slutty person and spend too much money. How could he have done things for the Tiger Gang? The Tiger Gang's situation is all about me, Chen Jimeng, with all my brothers fighting in blood. Lin Dapao, what's your virtue and ability? Can you still sit in this position?"

The Tiger Gang nodded involuntarily. Lin Dapao has indeed ignored the gang affairs and only cared about enjoyment over the years.

Lin Dapao glanced at Chen Jimeng with disdain and said with a sneer: "Chen Jimeng, you dare to attack me tonight because Mr. Wang is about to retire. Otherwise, if you give you ten courage, you will not dare to act boldly. Do you really think that you can sit in this position with virtue and ability?"

Chu Tian nodded, agreeing with Lin Dapao's words. He had no backer and sat in the dragon's position, as if he was sitting on a charcoal fire.

Chen Jimeng remained silent, looked up at the villa floor, ready to ask dozens of gunmen to show their presence.

Lin Dapao obviously knew what Chen Jimeng was thinking, and smiled contemptuously: "Chen Jimeng, do you want dozens of gunmen upstairs to show off? Are you planning to shoot us randomly?"

Chen Jimeng was stunned and looked at Lin Dapao with a pale face. How did Lin Dapao know that he was ambushing the gunman?

Chu Tian stood up, cut a few pieces of venison himself, tasted it slowly, and chewed a few bites. He felt that it was much inferior to the old demon's skills. So he sighed softly, and he had specialized in his skills. Then he saw Chen Jimeng's stunned expression and couldn't help but smile: "Manager Chen, I have said that you are a stupid person. Is it really a good fate to be able to survive until now, Gang Lin can live to this day?"

Lin Dapao chuckled softly, walked to Chu Tian, ​​patted his shoulder and said, "Young Marshal, the one who knows him often is not the people around him, but the opponent."

Chu Tian nodded without hesitation, with a famous saying.

Lin Dapao clapped his hands, dozens of objects fell off the villa floor. In the light, Chen Jimeng could obviously recognize that they were dozens of corpses, and they were dozens of gunmen who were ambushing them. Their hands were gone, and there was only terror that had never disappeared in their eyes.

Lin Dapao clapped his hands again, and dozens of people flashed on the floor, scattering half-ringed, holding guns in his hands, aiming the black muzzle at the hundreds of Tiger Gangs downstairs, and no less than five of them were aimed at Chen Jimeng's head.

Chen Jimeng smiled bitterly, he knew he had lost.

Hundreds of Tiger Gangs moved and couldn't help but retreat, trying to escape the nightmare gun.

Lin Dapao's face darkened and he shouted majestic: "I will count three times. Those who surrender within three times will not be punished; those who refuse to put down their weapons will be killed without mercy after three times."

Hundreds of Tiger Gang members became nervous and watched each other. Chu Tian knew that as long as one person put down the machete at this time, the others would definitely surrender.

Lin Dapao shouted softly: "One"

"Second" Lin Dapao looked at hundreds of people with a majestic expression.

Before the "three" was shouted out, hundreds of tiger gangs had already dropped their weapons, like a group of deer waiting to be killed. The remaining tigers and generals looked at Chen Jimeng a few times, and then looked at each other a few times. Knowing that the situation was hopeless, they did not throw down the weapons in their hands, but stabbed the weapons in their hands into their chests.

Chu Tian was not surprised at all. They also knew that Lin Dapao could tolerate the betrayal of ordinary gang members, but it was impossible for them, such as their former confidants to survive. Just like a big tree, the branches and leaves can wither, but the trunk cannot rot.

Chen Jimeng was neither angry nor surprised, neither painful nor helpless, and looked even more calm. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a traitor with ulterior motives. No matter who reached this point, he would inevitably feel a little nervous, but he didn't have it at all.
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