As soon as Jiang Muyang walked into Kunyuan Town, he felt a strange atmosphere.
There was no one on the street, and the shops on both sides were basically closed. The street was full of garbage, and it looked like no one had cleaned it for a long time.
Moreover, Jiang Muyang could vaguely smell the smell of blood in the air, and he knew that this was not the blood of chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep, but... human blood!
It seems that Kunyuan Town is indeed a sinful town as the taxi driver said, and there have probably been many street fights.
Under an eryngium tree on the roadside, there was an old man in a coat sitting in a rocking chair, fanning slowly with his right hand and holding a small teapot with his left hand.
Judging from his appearance, he must be in his eighties.
Jiang Muyang stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, do you know how to get to Kunxu Mountain?"
The old man slowly raised his eyelids and said loudly: "Kunxu what?"
"Kunxu Mountain!"
"What Xushan?"
"Kunxu Mountain!"
"What mountain is Kun?"
Jiang Muyang sighed helplessly, waved his hands and said, "Okay, uncle, please cool down first."
"Okay."
The uncle nodded, closed his eyes, and hummed an opera leisurely.
At his age, he has already considered life and death, and those desperadoes in Kunyuan Town really cannot scare him.
Jiang Muyang continued walking along the street from south to north.
At this time, the central square of Kunyuan Town.
This is the most central location in the entire town. Originally, whether it was a market, a holiday celebration, or some kind of cultural performance, everyone would choose here.
But now the central square has become a place where various gangs and gang members in Kunyuan Town settle their grievances.
There was a lot of garbage scattered in the central square. A gust of wind blew by, causing dust to fly and confetti to flutter.
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps sounded.
Soon, a large number of people poured out of the alleys on the left and right sides of the central square at the same time.
The ones on the left are all wearing black clothes, while the ones on the right are wearing white clothes, clearly distinguishing each other.
Both sides had similar numbers, each with more than a dozen people, most of whom were between thirty and forty years old. They all carried weapons in their hands, such as machetes, pickaxe handles, baseball bats, galvanized steel pipes, etc., all of which were common on the streets.
A fighting weapon with powerful lethality!
Not that anyone was carrying a gun.
This can be regarded as an unwritten rule in the rivers and lakes of Kunyuan Zhen.
When settling grievances in the central square, you are not allowed to use guns, otherwise you will be jointly attacked by all the prefixes in Kunyuan Town. Of course, outside the central square, firearms are not restricted.
The black and white torrents met in the middle of the street, each glaring at the other.
Murderous.
The various forces in Kunyuan Town are complex, but most of them are small groups, with three or five brothers who have died hugging each other. If the number of people reaches double digits, it is considered a relatively large scale.
"Damn it Sangbiao, your people dare to beat my brother, hand over the ones who beat me, otherwise I, Fei Long, will bury you on the spot today!"
At the front of the crowd on the left, a fat man with a bald head and a round body, touched his shiny forehead, held a sharp machete in his hand, and shouted at the other party.
The leader on the right was a burly man with a beard, a sinewy face, and fierce eyes.
He held a pickaxe handle and dragged the other end on the ground. He pressed his left index finger into his nostril, then flicked his booger and said with a sneer: "Fat Dragon, are you taking yourself too seriously?"
?Your brother is spouting feces. My people just opened his mouth and didn’t cut out his tongue. This is considered merciful. If you are not convinced, I will deal with you too!"
"I heard you farting!" Fei Long's eyes widened with anger.
Sangbiao showed no signs of weakness, stared at his eyes, and tightly grasped the handle of the pickaxe.
The men on both sides are also watching with eager eyes.
A street fight is about to break out!
At this moment, a young man walked in from the south entrance of the central square.
Jiang Muyang walked directly between Feilong and Sangbiao and asked, "Excuse me, how to get to Kunxu Mountain?"
The place suddenly became quiet.
More than thirty pairs of eyes were staring at Jiang Muyang.
Even Feilong and Sangbiao didn't make any other moves, and their minds didn't even think about it for a moment.
"Sangbiao, is this idiot one of yours?" Feilong asked Sangbiao.
Sangbiao sighed and said, "I don't have such stupid young people under my command."
Then, the two people turned their heads at the same time, fixed their eyes on Jiang Muyang, and asked in unison: "Who the hell are you?"
Jiang Muyang said: "I'm just passing by. May I ask how to get to Kunxu Mountain."
"hehe……"
Sang Biao smiled coldly and walked towards Jiang Muyang with eight-character steps. He dragged the pickaxe on the ground and made a series of sounds.
"If you want to know how to get to Kunxu Mountain, let me tell you with my pickaxe."
After saying that, Sangbiao's eyes suddenly became extremely cold. With a shake of his shoulders, he suddenly picked up the handle of the pickaxe and hit Jiang Muyang on the head.
Feilong watched with cold eyes.
No one who can gain a foothold in Kunyuan Town is soft-hearted.
For them, there is no need for a reason to beat or even kill someone.
Especially Sang Biao, who was cruel by nature and loved to fight bravely. He killed and maimed many people with his own hands.
It's a pity that this time, he kicked an iron plate, and it was a spiked iron plate!
"call!"
The pickaxe handle came crashing down with a sharp cracking sound.
Jiang Muyang sighed.
Originally he wasn't going to meddle in other people's business, but now it seems like it's going to rain, the mother is going to get married, and someone is seeking death, there's really nothing he can do to stop him, and he can't avoid it.
Jiang Muyang raised his left hand and directly grasped the handle of the pickaxe that was thrown at him.
Sangbiao narrowed his eyes, grabbed the handle of the pickaxe and pulled it back.
But the handle of the pickaxe seemed to be tightly clamped by an iron pliers, and it didn't move at all.
"Um?"
Sang Biao let out a sound of surprise, then exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and suddenly raised his leg to kick Jiang Muyang.
But Jiang Muyang is faster than him!
He raised his right leg with afterimages and kicked it out first, directly hitting the knee of the leg that Sangbiao was supporting.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound.
Sangbiao fell directly to the ground and screamed like a slaughtering pig.
His kneecap has been shattered!
"Brother Biao!"
"Brothers, chop him to death!"
"superior!"
Seeing this, Sang Biao's people rushed towards Jiang Muyang in a swarm of shouts.
Then……
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
A dense muffled sound came, and within a moment, all Sangbiao's men flew out, holding their left legs and wailing.
All of their left legs suffered comminuted fractures of the patella, and there was no way to recover in their lifetime.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
When Feilong and others reacted, a large piece of them was already lying on the opposite side.
"Whoosh!"
Jiang Muyang turned to look at Fei Long.
Fei Long suddenly became frightened, the fat on his face trembled, and his lips trembled so much that he couldn't even say a single word: "Big, big, big, big, my hero, please spare my life!"
"Excuse me, how to get to Kunxu Mountain." Jiang Muyang said lightly.
The last person who was asked this question is now dead.
Feilong didn't want to follow in his footsteps, so he quickly raised his hand and pointed to the north, saying: "Going all the way north from here, except for Kunyuan Town, there is Kunxu Mountain within a dozen miles."
"Thanks."
Jiang Muyang smiled slightly, turned around and left.
Just when he had just taken a few steps, Sang Biao actually took out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at Jiang Muyang, and shouted crazily with red eyes: "Go to hell, you bastard!!!"
As he spoke, he was about to pull the trigger.
But at this moment.
"laugh!"
A golden light flashed.
Sangbiao's right wrist was pierced and blood flowed rapidly.
The pistol also fell aside.
"Ah!!!" Sangbiao let out an even more miserable scream.
The fat on Feilong's face trembled. He slowly turned his head and looked, but Jiang Muyang was no longer there.
"Long, Brother Long, what should I do?" Someone came up and asked in a low voice.
Feilong also looked shocked. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. A fierce look flashed in his eyes and he gritted his teeth and said: "Kill them, and no one is allowed to tell anyone what happened today!"
"Ah, yes!"
The subordinate's heart trembled and he nodded quickly.
As a result, the street fight turned into a one-sided massacre.
The central square was instantly stained red with blood!