The street was already in chaos. Wan Lin's group of people were running forward, a group of Brother Xiang's thugs rushed out from both sides of the street, and a group of Xing Er's men who were chasing after them. The three groups of people immediately attacked in a chaotic manner.
Together……
In the pouring rain, there were crowds of people on the street, deafening curses, crackling sounds of hitting, and screams from the boy who was hit in the body with a knife and stick, mixed in with the street shops and entertainment venues.
The sound of music emanating from it became a chorus.
A group of people from Wanlin had been dispersed on both sides of the street according to the groups they had been divided into. When they saw Brother Xiang's men rushing from both sides of the street, they immediately moved quickly to insert themselves into the rushing crowd, raising their sticks, fists and kicks to fight hard.
He hit Brother Xiang and his men hard.
At this time, they were showing no mercy, striking hard at each other's arms and legs, using their respective fighting skills with all their strength. Just now, they had beaten the shit out of the boys like Xing Er behind them, and their eyes were red.
Now they want to pretend to be Xing Er's people and deal with these desperadoes like Brother Xiang, so that the people in Brother Xiang on this street will mistakenly think that it is Xing Er's people who deal with them.
Their purpose is very clear, which is to try to take advantage of the dark night, high wind, heavy rain and bad visibility to stir up hatred between the two groups of drug trafficking groups.
At this time, Wan Lin and Feng Dao rushed to the street in a flash. They sidestepped the two machetes that the two boys in front of them slashed at their heads, and punched forward with their right fists at the same time with a sound of wind, "Bang."
","Bang" and knocked away the two boys in front of him with two punches.m
The two of them turned sideways to let the iron rods that the other two boys had smashed down with great force. They took half a step forward with their left feet at the same time. Then they suddenly raised their left hands upwards. They grabbed the long stick that had hit their heads and raised it to the side.
Knocking away the two machetes coming from the other side, the two men's right feet flew up and kicked hard on the waist of the boy holding the stick in front of them.
The movements of Wan Lin and Feng Dao were as fast as lightning in the rain. They raised their feet and kicked away the boy holding the stick in front of them. They grabbed the opponent's long stick and swung it up. "Pa", "Pa" the two sticks hit hard.
On the arms of the two knife-wielding guys on the side.
The two boys with knives were holding the knocked-up machetes and retreating. Unexpectedly, the other boys had already kicked away the two boys in front of them and grabbed the long sticks. Before they could see each other clearly in the rain falling in the air.
With the movement, the arm holding the knife felt a sharp pain! The two boys screamed, let go of the machete in their hands, turned around and ran back.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao knocked down the machetes in the hands of the two boys in front of them. With their right hands, they violently threw the long sticks in their hands towards the other boys who were rushing from the side. The two of them then raised their feet and took a step forward. They picked it up and dropped it.
Holding the two machetes on the ground, holding the bright machetes, they rushed straight in front of Wang Dali and Kong Dazhuang on the side.
Wang Dali and Kong Dazhuang both held a baseball bat tightly in their hands, and their bare heads were splashed with water droplets falling from the air. At this time, the two strong men's eyes widened with anger, and the sticks in their hands danced.
There was a shadow of sticks, and the hard clubs whizzed hard at the knives and sticks struck by the seven or eight boys in front of him, and the sound of violent clashes of knives and sticks echoed around him.
At this time, Wang Dali's right-hand bat shook back and forth in front of him, knocking away two iron rods that were struck by the wind. He then took a step forward and dodged another iron rod that was struck from the side.
, and at this moment, his body had already rushed between the two boys in front of him.
He turned his body slightly to one side, and suddenly raised his left foot with a sound of wind. With a "snap" kick, he kicked away the boy holding an iron rod on his right. Then he bent his right leg and suddenly moved to the side and behind another man holding a knife.
Kick the boy who comes at you!
"Ouch", "Hey...", two screams followed. The two boys who were kicked hard screamed, threw away the iron rod in their hands, and staggered holding the part where they were kicked.
Hitting a companion on the side.
Kong Da Zhuang had just knocked away the two machetes that hit his head. At this moment, he heard screams coming from the side. He suddenly turned around and looked towards Wang Dali. At a glance, he saw four or five boys rushing towards Dali.
, several boys who had been knocked down had fallen around Dali.
Seeing the critical situation on Dali's side, he roared angrily, raised the bat in his hand, swung it and hit it behind Wang Dali, and then rushed towards Wang Dali like a tank. The ball he threw out with great force
With a "whoosh" sound, the stick flew straight towards the two boys on the side who were slashing at Wang Dali's back with knives.
The two boys who sneaked up behind Dali under the heavy rain were raising their swords to slash at Wang Dali's back. At this moment, the two men suddenly heard a strong sound of wind coming from the side, and they were shocked.
Then he retracted his right arm holding the knife and stepped back suddenly.
"Woo", a short and thick stick shadow passed in front of the two of them with a shower of raindrops, and the violent sound of the wind was filled with a fierce murderous intent. The two boys were shocked and turned around and raised their machetes to the side.
The dark shadow was rushing toward the two of them like a tiger in the heavy rain!
At this moment, two black figures suddenly appeared behind the two boys. Before they could turn around, two sounds of "click" and "click" were heard from their shoulders.
The excruciating pain immediately spread throughout the two boys' bodies.
The two boys screamed and turned around to look. Two sword lights with red blood flying from their shoulders were flying from their shoulders. The two boys let out a shrill scream and turned around to run away to the street.
Before they could turn around, two big feet had already kicked them hard in the crotch. The two boys' bodies lifted off the ground and flew straight towards the other boys who were rushing towards them from the side.
It was Wan Lin and Feng Dao who rushed from the side and behind. The machetes in their hands slashed the shoulders of the two boys at the same time, and then kicked away the boys who were rushing to the side.
At this time, Dali had already knocked away several boys in front of him. He turned around and saw that Wan Lin and Feng Dao had kicked away the two boys who were trying to attack him. He roared angrily and then smashed the bat in his hand to the side, facing Bao Ya.
The boy who was brandishing a knife and stick to Lin Zisheng immediately picked up the two machetes that were falling to the ground with the rushing Kong Dazhuang. With the machetes, he turned around and turned towards the side of a group of people who were surrounding Lin Zisheng and Bao Ya.
The boy rushed away.
Wan Lin kicked the kid in front of him away. He raised his left hand and wiped the rain off his face. He immediately stopped and raised his knife to protect himself while looking quickly towards the surrounding streets.
At this time, Chengru's group of people had already fought with Brother Xiang's men who rushed from the street. There were three or four boys lying around them, and the screams around them were already loud. Entertainment venues on both sides of the street
In the middle, boys holding murderous weapons were pouring out one after another.