In Xiangmanyuan Club, Ren Biao led a group of younger brothers to patrol nervously.
There was a big move tonight, which was explained by the boss. Ren Biao had been looking forward to the opportunity to take action. When the opportunity really came, he felt a little timid and scared.
Today is my first time in charge of watching the venue, and I must not let down the boss's expectations.
Ren Biao cheered himself up, and asked his subordinates to keep a close eye on their movements at any time.
At around eleven o'clock, Ren Biao felt a little drowsy, and the ringtone of his cell phone woke him up.
"Brother Biao, here you come."
“How many people are there?”
"There are about thirty, and I came to the club with a guy in my hand."
A scream suddenly rang out from the other end of the phone, and the sound immediately broke.
"Afa, Afa, you are talking." Ren Biao yelled at the microphone for a while, without responding. He jumped up, yelled with a baseball bat and took his brothers out.
A group of people slowly walked across the street.
Black clothes, black eyes, and even the weapons in their hands were dark iron sticks and machetes.
There were not many people on the other side, only more than thirty, but they exuded a cold and dark aura.
Murderous aura, this is the murderous aura of street fighting.
Ren Biao's pupils contracted, and he held the iron rod in his hand tightly, but his legs were trembling involuntarily.
The abortion on the opposite side stopped, and a tall man walked out. His name was Awei, who was Lu Bing's capable general.
Awei walked up to the front and said coldly: "Get out of this club, otherwise---"
Awei lifted the iron rod and poked it to the ground.
A stone cave was poked out from the bluestone slab, and stone chips flew out.
Behind Ren Biao, the two little brothers involuntarily took a step back. When have they seen such a scene?
Ren Biao looked back and found that there were more than 200 people on his side, and he had the advantage in terms of numbers. If he really wanted to fight, he might not lose.
No matter what, you must drag it until the boss comes back.
"Run for me." Ren Biao roared, and he rushed over first.
More than two hundred people whistled away like rolling iron streams, and instantly swallowed up more than thirty people.
However, sometimes there are no more people in fighting.
The other party was a gangster who had been through a long battle formation. He started to fight extremely fiercely. Ren Biao screamed in his ears, and his younger brothers fell to the ground wailingly and retreated step by step.
We can't continue to fight like this, but we can't let them enter the club.
Ren Biao thought about it and decided to retreat into the streets.
This street is more than 200 meters away from the club and can be used as a frontier position for defense. With Ren Biao's order, more than a dozen younger brothers took out crossbows.
The "swoosh" sound continued, and the other party let out a few muffled groans. Two people were shot in the thigh by crossbow arrows, and blood flowed.
Awei stopped, raised a sarcastic smile on his lips, and he stood there without moving.
One minute, two minutes--even five minutes passed, but the other party still had no movement.
A bad feeling enveloped my heart, and Ren Biao asked a little brother to go to the entrance of the alley to take a look.
As soon as the little brother ran there, he saw a sword light.
Xueliang's knife seemed to split Hei Ye in half. The little brother felt half of his body numb, and he glanced subconsciously, and couldn't help but lose his soul.
"Hand--My!" His hands were shoulder-to-shoulder and blood was flowing.
In front, a tall and thin knife was holding a machete and smiling at him.
The face of the knife hand is very white, his eyes are very cold, and the knife in his hand is even colder.
He stood there like a nail tearing the fragile nerves. The little brother couldn't stand it, so he shouted and ran back to death.
"Swoosh!" A short knife flew out, hitting the little brother's back, and he fell down with a plop.
The knife hand ran over, took out the bloody knife, wiped the other party's clothes, and inserted it into the skin on his waist again.
Ren Biao's throat was squirming and his mouth was dry.
Killing people, they actually killed people.
These people are so scary, do you still have to fight with them?
No! Never retreat, you must wait until the boss comes back.
"How many crossbow arrows are there?" Ren Biao asked.
"Two hundred rounds in total."
"Save it a little bit, get closer and then do it."
Just as Ren Biao spoke, the knife hand behind him moved.
He ran quickly, like a black lightning that blended with the night.
"Swoosh." At least twenty crossbow arrows were shot out.
In the darkness, the sword light was like a wheel, and Huanzi's machete danced so hard that water could not be splashed in. The crossbow arrows jingled and splashed to the ground and collided with a series of Mars.
At the same time, Awei in front of him also moved.
The two of them rushed into the crowd one after another.
Experts, these two are definitely masters of the battle formations.
No crossbow arrow shot into the two of them. On the contrary, they were like two steel knives piercing into Ren Biao's position, tearing the defenses of more than a hundred people, and then slowly shattering them.
Just as the two rushed in, the people behind them also surrounded them.
Ren Biao was stabbed twice in the thigh, and blood was flowing. He rolled off and tore off a piece of his clothes and bandaged him.
The two gangsters were knocked down with iron sticks. Ren Biao quickly looked and grabbed two bricks and threw them over, hitting the gangster's leg, avoiding the disaster.
However, there were evil eyes behind him staring at him.
Huanzi recognized Ren Biao as the leader, and he laughed strangely and rushed forward.
Ren Biao knew that he was no match, so he got up and ran away.
Huanzi chased after him, and his long legs moved away, like a cheetah running rapidly, constantly shortening the distance with Ren Biao.
Soon, Huanzi caught up.
He smiled coldly, and the machete in his hand rolled like a snowball.
Every time the knife fell, there was a hole in Ren Biao's back.
Huanzi was not in a hurry to kill the other person, he was enjoying the pleasure of the cat catching the mouse.
Ren Biao's blood was flowing more and more, and he gradually couldn't run and could only wait for the arrival of death.
Huanzi smiled with a flower on his pale face, and his machete pointed at Ren Biao's head and slashed it ruthlessly.
It's over, this is Ren Biao's last thought.
"Bang!" A gunshot came from the darkness, and a blood flower bloomed on Huanzi's forehead. His sickly smiling face quickly freezes, and he falls down with all his might.
There were tiny footsteps coming from the other end of the alley.
Honghong held a sniper rifle and led a group of younger brothers to rush over.
The dark crowd was rolling like dark clouds, and Awei at the other end of the alley was panicked for no reason.
Damn, the other party has a gun, but it’s still a heavy sniper.
Awei threw away the iron stick, got up and climbed up, and his younger brothers scattered like birds and beasts.
At the entrance of the alley, silver light flashed violently, and a layer of iron fell from the sky.
Awei roared and turned around, the machete cut through the iron, and struggled to break out.
"Boom!" The pomegranate's heavy whip legs hit Awei's head, and repeatedly hit him three times at the same angle.
This was a heavy blow of hundreds of kilograms of force. Awei shook twice and fell to the ground like a drunkard.
Several younger brothers quickly retracted and dragged Awei into the car like a dead pig.
Everything was over, Ren Biao saved his life, and when he saw the beautiful Honghong, he smiled gratefully.
Honghong put away the gun and said the police were coming soon.
"You guys go quickly, I'll hold on."
Ren Biao sat at the door covered in blood, his moving little brother leaning closely behind him, and he was filled with emotion after the disaster.
Ren Biao took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a few sips and suddenly laughed for no reason.
It hurts very much, but it feels very happy in my heart.
It turns out that being in a society is so cruel, but the fierce fighting and refreshing catharsis have a sense of pleasure that makes youth burn.
The police came over quickly. A tall and thin policeman got out of the car. When he saw Ren Biao, he was stunned.
Ren Biao was also stunned. Isn’t this the captain of the city criminal police team Yuan Tao?
Speaking of Yuan Tao, he is also a tough guy.
He was working as a detective, but opened a casino and a sauna, colluding with the people on the road, and was not a good person.
Yuan Tao recognized Ren Biao, but pretended not to see it, waved his hand and said, "Take them away."
Ren Biao was angry. He lost too much blood and needed rescue.
Fortunately, Song Qingya was there too, so she rushed out and said, "Captain Yuan, most of these people are injured, and they need treatment."
"Is that true?" Yuan Tao flashed a cold smile, and he turned his head and said sarcastically: "Captain Song, I really want to know who is the commander-in-chief of this operation."
"You are, but they really need healing---"
"Enough!" Yuan Tao interrupted: "These sluts are not good people, so I can't help but curse!"
Song Qingya's pretty face turned red with anger, but she did not give in at all. The detectives were stunned and watched the two bosses quarreling there.
Ren Biao remained silent. Taking advantage of this skill, he called his father.
Then, Ren Biao said loudly: "Captain Yuan, Team Song, stop arguing, I, Ren Biao, go with you."
Some of the criminal police present also knew Ren Biao, and some even nodded and greeted him.
Ren Dekai is now the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee of Yinhua District. They are all from the political and legal system. Ren Biao takes the initiative to show off his identity, so these people dare not make things difficult for him.
Yuan Tao turned his head and changed to a smiling face. His smile seemed to be stuck no matter how hard he touched it, and it would fall off: "Ren Biao, it's you, why are you here?"
Ren Biao said: "I am a shareholder of this club. If these gangsters want to smash my store, I started fighting with them and were injured."
"Is that so? Then you are seriously injured." Yuan Tao was still stumbled there.
Ren Biao became popular: "Captain Yuan, my brother needs treatment. What can I ask if I have any questions when I go to the hospital?"
After being pointed out, Yuan Tao's face stretched very long.
This is a reasonable request, Yuan Tao could not refuse, so Song Qingya took the opportunity to call 1.
Half an hour later, Ren Dekai also arrived, and behind him was Du Xian, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau.
It turned out that Ren Dekai and the Municipal Public Security Bureau Director Wen Chaoya and others were drinking tonight.
When he received a call from his son, Ren Dekai said lightly, "My son's shop was smashed", and then looked at Wen Chaoya.
Wen Chaoya was not willing to express his opinion, so he immediately asked Du Xian to rush to the scene to deal with it, and Du Xian happened to be Ren Dekai's old comrade-in-arms for many years.
Yuan Tao was also a little upset when he saw Du Xian.
When he was a small police officer, Du Xian was the director of the police station. Although this old superior was implicated by his cousin Yang Mao’s affairs, his power was still there. Many of the criminal police officers present were brought out by him.
Yuan Tao was quite sensible and greeted him with a smile.
Du Xian ignored him, glanced at the scene, and asked, "Why don't you call an ambulance?"
"I've called it, I'll be here soon." Yuan Tao replied hurriedly.