"The leader is a young man, wearing a mask with a ghost face, and his surname is Mo!" said the messenger.
"Stop fighting!" Zhao Jinhu shouted to stop the two groups fighting in the melee, and looked at the bald man warily with a long knife in his hand, "Bald man, in my opinion, you should go back to Tianshui Street first. Whether you believe it or not, I
I have to say one more thing, it was not me who killed your eldest brother!"
"Bah!" The bald man was so angry that he could not believe him. He covered the wound on his arm and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, "Zhao Jinhu, we will settle the score later. Brothers, follow me back to Tianshui Street first!"
Hearing that their old home was raided, the brothers of the Ax Gang still dared to fight, so they immediately followed the bald man and rushed out of Niujiao Street.
"Go, follow quietly and take a look!" Zhao Jinhu pulled over a subordinate and ordered in a low voice.
Watching his men follow him out of the courtyard, he looked around at the dead or injured brothers from the two factions. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly. He turned around and strode into the side hall, and took off his shirt from the wall.
The nine-ring sword was pulled out of its scabbard.
Sure enough, only eight of the nine rings remained on the blade.
Thinking about what happened today, he naturally thought of the relationship between the two events before and after, and a chill ran down his back.
He had also practiced swordplay in the morning, and the opponent was able to take away one of his sword rings, kill a fat pig, and send the head to his house in such a short period of time, but he was completely unaware of it.
If this person really occupies Tianshui Street, I'm afraid he will be a powerful enemy!
With this thought in his mind, Zhao Jinhu did not order his disciples to help the Axe Gang. Firstly, he was wary of the strength of the young man named Mo. Secondly, he also had some selfish motives and wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.
Harvest fishing profits.
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Tianshui Street.
Baldy came back in a hurry with a group of brothers, and saw no one on the four streets. All the shops were closed and there were no lights inside.
Cross Street in the middle of the main street.
A slender figure sat in a lazy posture on a Taishi chair covered with thick animal skins. He was dressed in black and wore a ghost mask on his face. The moonlight was like silver and stained the figure with a thin layer of frost. The ghost face
Half of the mask is in the moonlight, and the other half is in the shadow, unable to convey the terrifying ferociousness.
That man just sat there calmly, and he looked like the legendary Shura from hell who had stolen countless souls, showing a strong murderous intent that made people feel chilled both physically and mentally.
An empty street, a wooden chair, and a person.
Hundreds of members of the Bald Man and Ax Gang were shocked at the scene by forcefully driving them back angrily.
Mo Li stood up with his arms raised.
Everyone, including the bald man, took a step back at the same time.
A smile appeared on the corners of Mo Li's lips under the mask.
She knew that tonight, she would definitely win.
"Who are you?!"
The bald man asked sharply. I don't know whether it was because he was running in a hurry or because he was timid. This sentence obviously lacked confidence.
"Kill a bunch of people and get a thousand taels of silver!" Mo Li raised a finger and pointed at the bald man across the empty street, "Whoever cuts off his bald head will own the West Street Colosseum!"
"court death!"
The bald man cursed angrily and ran towards her with all his strength.
Without looking at him, Mo Li lazily sat back in his chair.
Bang bang bang!
On both sides of the street, countless shop doors were opened, and Mo Li's men who were ambushing outside the doors rushed out with shouts.
Among them, several people rushed towards the bald man who was running at the front.
Under the public reward, there must be a brave man.
West Street Colosseum, it’s a lucrative business, who wouldn’t want it?!