Chapter Fifty-ninth I am the only one who respects four
Unexpectedly, the enemy came so quickly, Mo Feifan frowned secretly. He was stunned for a moment. He made the wisest choice - to escape. Fenghua and Luo Feng saw Mo Feifan's pace accelerated, and he also secretly exerted his strength.
After a while, the group of people ran out of the noodle shop, and everyone had anger on their faces. The boss was killed, which was not a trivial matter. No matter what, they had to find the murderer. They had learned from the owner of the noodle shop that three young people killed Mr. Liu Wu.
Three young people?! Are these the three people I just ran into in front of the door? Someone immediately reacted. Soon, someone notified his nearby brothers to intercept the three young people through the unique signal transmission method of the underworld. Among the three young people, one was Fenghua, the bodyguard leader of the Xiaodao Gang, the other was Luo Feng, the master of the Axe Club, and the third was a young man with dimples.
Mo Feifan and the other two ran very fast, and soon left the wave of people far behind. Fenghua saw that the enemy did not follow him, and was about to stop and rest.
At this time, three people suddenly jumped out of the alley next to them. The three of them carried blades and killed them without even calling him. One of them had his eyes wide open like a cowbell, and they were as big as two Fenghua. The man grinned, revealing two rows of gloomy white teeth, and a large mountain-cut knife in his hand hit Fenghua's neck. This knife was filled with the sound of breaking through the air, and just listening to the sound could make people frightened.
It is difficult for ordinary people to escape from this sneak attack. Unfortunately, his opponent is Fenghua. Fenghua, who was born to the killer, shrank his neck and avoided the blade, and his body flashed to the side like a gyro.
The man was stunned. Unexpectedly, this man was really furious. He raised his legs and kicked, shouting: "White-haired monster, I want to pull your skin."
What Fenghua hates most in his life is the whiteness that others mock him. His eyes were instantly covered with blood and he shouted: "Looking for death."
The hair and beard danced around, and in a blink of an eye he slashed out three palms. These three palms were like three sharp knives to the man's neck, eyes, and stomach. The man sneered, bent down to avoid it, jumped forward suddenly, and stabbed the mountain knife directly into Fenghua's belly.
Fenghua flashed and slowed down a little half a step, and the clothes on his lower abdomen were cut more than a foot long. He was shocked. Unexpectedly, although this man was big, his skills were not slow at all, and his strength was absolutely extraordinary. It seemed that he would not be able to get rid of his entanglement for a while. He took several steps in a row and pulled out a shiny mountain-cutting knife from his waist. At this time, Mo Feifan and Luo Feng had already solved the other two.
Seeing Fenghua being entangled by the big man, Mo Feifan had to pull out and run back. When he approached the big man, he slashed the hatchet in his hand without saying a word. At the same time, Luo Feng also turned his body and killed him back. Three knives were bombarded at the big man together.
The big man was stunned at first, and subconsciously raised his knife to block it. "Clang", a harsh roar sounded. The big man felt his mouth numb and his body retreated back uncontrollably.
Mo Feifan didn't give him a chance to breathe, and killed three times in a row, forcing him back a few steps, then pulled Fenghua and greeted Luo Feng, "Don't bother him, retreat quickly."
The big man shook his numb hands, stared at him and shouted, "White-haired monster, stop for me."
"Brother Fan, you go first, I'll deal with him." Feng Hua shook his white hair and tried to break free from Mo Feifan's hand.
But Mo Feifan didn't mean to let go. He showed two dimples and smiled brightly: "What's the point of putting anger on a dying person? We'll take their nest tonight, provided we have to escape safely."
Fenghua clicked it out loud, which was considered to agree with Mo Feifan's words.
As they spoke, another wave of people blocked the three of them. The number of people in this wave was about twenty or thirty. It can be seen from the bright guys in their hands that these people are here to make trouble.
"Your father, what kind of grudge do we have with you? You want to kill him." A man in the other party was about thirty years old and dressed in the leader said.
Mo Feifan rubbed his chin and said lightly: "He deserves to die."
Fenghua responded: "He deserves to die."
Luo Feng: "He deserves to die."
The other man gritted his teeth, and the knife in his hand was raised: "Brother Third, let's stop talking nonsense to them, we rushed up and stamped them."
The leader named Three nodded and shook his head again: "Don't worry, the second brother comes over immediately. If the eldest brother dies, he will be our new leader in the future. Of course, he has to wait until he does it."
He really treated himself as a garlic! Mo Feifan cursed in his heart, stepped forward two big steps, and laughed: "I'm afraid you can't wait..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed forward and instantly came to the person who had just spoken.
The man only saw the black shadow flashing in front of him, then felt his wrist being grabbed, his neck being caught, and then he didn't know anything.
Mo Feifan quickly grabbed the knife from the man's hand, waved his hand to knock him out, and the action was done in one go. It was not until the person next to him fell to the ground that the person next to him reacted. Unexpectedly, the other party would take the lead. The leader named San Ge was stunned at first, and then he couldn't care about that much. He shouted loudly, "Pretty, stomp them." Everyone obeyed the order and slashed at Mo Feifan one after another.
Mo Feifan laughed and raised his sword to meet him. "Ding! Ding! Ding!" Mo Feifan held the knife in both hands and held the three swords that were coming towards him. The momentum made his body retreat several steps. Knowing that the opponent had made a dead hand, the blood in his body boiled quickly. He did not give the opponent a chance to come immediately, and rushed towards the three of them.
When one saw him rushing over, he raised his knife to slash. Mo Feifan used his blade to block it and bounced it slightly, causing the opponent's force to deflect outward. Then the momentum did not diminish and came to the man approaching, swung the knife across the man's chest. Blood splattered on Mo Feifan's face, but he didn't rush to see if he was alive or dead. The other two knives slashed from one left and one right.
Mo Feifan hurriedly lowered his body, drilled through the man's armpit, pushed his body to the person on the left, and he himself rushed to the person on the right, and stabbed the man's neck directly. "Oh!" The man screamed in fear, and instinctively tilted his neck and flashed a knife. Mo Feifan saw a knife stabbing the sky, and immediately swept over with force. "Bang!" The entire two and a half-width blade slapped the man's face hard. Although it was not a blade, it still made the man's eyes flash, and his mind was in chaos. He stepped out and fell to the ground several steps.
Mo Feifan stopped chasing and turned to deal with the man on the left just now. The man was rushing towards Mo Feifan, but he was knocked over by the accomplice who was pushing over. He shouted and cursed with anger. He just pushed away his companion with blood in his chest, but saw a pair of blood-red eyes only one foot away from him. The man was so scared that he was stunned for a moment.
Although it was a moment, it was enough for Mo Feifan. He raised the corner of his mouth and stabbed the man's lower abdomen with one knife. The man looked down foolishly. Half of the blade was in his lower abdomen, without blood or pain, but a little numb.
The hatchet had no blood groove, Mo Feifan pulled it out for a while, and his face approached the man, looking at his empty eyes and said, "It seems that you still like this knife!" As he said that, he held the knife handle with both hands and kicked the man in the body with his feet.
A stream of hot blood squirted on Mo Feifan's face, and the white cloth on his body and mouth turned blood red. The man covered his lower abdomen and fell softly to the ground.
Everything happened too quickly. When the people behind us caught up one after another, the four accomplices all fell to the ground. At this time, another wave of people rushed over. There were at least seventy or eighty people in this wave, and the leader was the man who had just fought with Fenghua.
The big man walked to a place half a foot away from Mo Feifan and others and stopped, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think of leaving alive today!"
Although Mo Feifan easily defeated the four people just now, only he knew the danger, with sweat on his head and back. After such a fierce battle, the wound that he finally healed broke open again, and blood had soaked his underwear. However, he still looked very relaxed. In comparison, the two brothers Fenghua and Luo Feng were in much better condition. They killed five gangsters one by one, and the clothes they wore could be wrung out of bleeding.
"It's the second brother here, it's the second brother here." The leader named Third Brother seemed to meet his relatives when he saw the big man.