The three boys who were rushing down the stairs of the bar had just been awakened by the noise downstairs in their sleep. The three boys immediately picked up the murder weapon leaning on the bedside, rushed out of the room and ran downstairs.
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At this time, they saw four or five of their companions downstairs being beaten to a pulp by one of the other parties, and running away in all directions. The boy in front looked at the running companions below and shouted: "What are you afraid of? Give it to me!" He said
Then he raised his hand and raised the machete in his hand, and threw it towards Wan Lin who was rushing to the left with a "hoo" sound.
The kid threw out the machete in his hand, rushed down the stairs angrily, and suddenly stretched his right hand to his waist, then pulled out a pistol and raised it.
At this time, a boy behind him saw the scene below and rushed down angrily with a murder weapon, hitting the shoulder of the gun-wielding boy. The gun-wielding boy swayed for a moment, turned his head and shouted at him: "You
Wait a minute!" With the roar, he raised his left hand and swept across the body of the gun, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet with a "clatter". He held the gun with both hands and aimed at Wan Lin on the left side of the stairs.
At this moment, the figure rushing to the left suddenly disappeared, and a strong wind suddenly sounded under the stairs. Wan Lin's figure appeared under the stairs like lightning, and the iron rod in his hand went straight towards the opponent with a sound of wind.
Raise your wrist and hit it!
"Ouch!" The boy who had just raised the pistol suddenly screamed, and there was a "snap" sound from the wrist where he raised the gun, and the pistol fell to the ground.
As soon as the boy screamed, a black shadow appeared in front of him, and a big foot kicked the boy's belly hard. The boy's body flew into the air and fell backwards towards the two boys on the stairs behind.
The two boys behind him were shocked, threw away the murder weapon in their hands, hugged their companions, and fell down on the stairs.
At this time, Wan Lin pressed the handrail of the stairs next to him with his left hand, jumped up and rushed to the top of the stairs. He bent down and grabbed the two boys who fell on the stairs, turned around and threw them towards the bar door below. He followed his eyes and looked down.
He lifted his foot from the bar and kicked the other one hard on the butt.
The two boys who were thrown by Wan Lin from the stairs flew towards the six or seven boys who were pouring in at the door. The boy who was kicked down the stairs also screamed and hit a boy who was about to raise his shotgun.
On the boy. A group of boys at the door of the bar fell to the ground one after another under the impact of the flying companions. Then they cursed angrily and picked up the murder weapon that fell on the ground. They struggled to get up from the ground with glass particles all over their bodies.
There was a trail of blood from broken glass.
At this time, a group of Chengru people had already rushed into the bar like tigers. When they rushed into the bar, they raised their sticks and rushed straight towards the boys who were still holding weapons in the bar. The sticks in their hands flew with fierce winds.
He went straight towards the opponent and smashed the weapon in his hand, then raised his foot and kicked the kid next to him out.
They immediately rushed to the side of Xiaoya and the others, stretched out their big hands and grabbed the boys beside them, turned around and threw them towards the door of the bar.
Several boys at the door of the bar were cursing angrily and just got up from the ground. They were immediately knocked to the ground by five or six boys flying over. A scream of surprise immediately sounded at the door of the bar.
At this moment, a group of black figures suddenly rushed over in the heavy rain outside the bar, and then Xing Er's furious roar rang out: "Brothers, rush into the bar and kill this bastard Brother Xiang for me!" Following his roar,
Twenty or thirty boys had already rushed to the door of the bar in the heavy rain, and then rushed into the door with bright machetes and sticks.
At this time, there were shouts outside, and groups of black figures rushed towards the streets on both sides of the bar. Immediately outside the bar, there were violent collisions of sticks and machetes, screams and angry screams.
Curses also followed.
A group of boys inside the bar door had already gotten up from the ground. They were shocked when they saw a group of people rushing outside. They knew that Xing Er and other boys had already rushed to the door. They blocked the door with weapons, raised the sticks in their hands and fought desperately when they saw it.
He hit Xing Er's group of people who were rushing towards him.
At this time, Brother Xiang, who had just been knocked to the ground by Xiaoya, had already rolled and crawled away to an overturned coffee table nearby. He stuck his head out and looked at Xing Er's group of people rushing towards the door, and immediately started to pull
He yelled in panic: "Block the door, we can't let these bastards rush in."
The boy's face had turned pale. He did not expect that the group of men and women who rushed into the bar were so capable of fighting. The dozen or so people under him were actually powerless to fight back. In the blink of an eye, his bar had been smashed to pieces by the opponent.
He then turned around and looked into his bar. A group of strong men who had just rushed in were waving sticks and smashing his bar counter and the wine cabinet behind it. And the dozen of his men in the bar were carrying
With pieces of glass stuck in his body, he struggled to get up from the ground with blood stains on his body. His luxuriously decorated bar had become a mess.
At this time, Wan Lin was standing on the stairs and looking down at the surroundings. The group of drunken men and women who were in the bar just now had fled out of the bar in panic from the smashed windows and doorways. There were scattered in the corner of the bar.
Every piece of drug paraphernalia. Now the only people in the bar are the Leopards, Brother Xiang and the others who are getting up from the ground, and a group of thugs gathered at the door.
At this time, Wang Dali, Kong Dazhuang and Bao Ya were waving their sticks and hitting the bar counter hard. There were flowing liquor and glass fragments everywhere on the ground, and a strong smell of alcohol filled the air of the bar. Cheng Ru
, brothers Zhang Wa and Yuwen were scattered around, staring closely at the group of boys around them.
Feng Dao was already standing in the corner of the bar, with a cold light shining between his fingers. He was holding a flying knife to provide cover for the surrounding comrades, while Xiaoya and the others were running towards the stairs from the side of the bar.
Wan Lin looked at the inside of the bar coldly, then looked at the group of boys waving weapons at the door. He then shouted in a low voice: "Brothers, retreat, leave the rest to Boss Xing." Then he followed.
At his words, Xiaoya and others quickly rushed up the stairs to the second and third floors. Chengru and others also turned around and ran towards the stairs.
Wan Lin gave the order to "retreat" and immediately threw away the iron rod in his hand. He then patted his hands lightly on his waist and grasped several steel needles respectively, his eyes fixed on the group of boys who were struggling at the door of the bar.
At this time, Feng Dao also ran sideways towards the stairs. He rushed to Wan Lin and whispered: "You retreat, I will cover you." As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Lin's left hand suddenly raised downwards, and two thin sticks were raised.
The thin steel needle whizzed towards the side of the bar.