As soon as he left the room, Ruan Ping saw the deputy gang leader and the black-faced war commander, but he did not stop at all. He only glanced at the two of them and continued to rush downstairs.
The two deputy gang leaders each carried a knife. They had just come out of the house. Neither of them said anything. They followed Ruan Ping and ran downstairs because they all knew that there were no masters downstairs. They would have been a second earlier.
Once we arrive, there will be fewer brothers killed or injured.
"So fast..."
"That's Lord Ruan Ping..."
"And the deputy gang leader and Master Li Hong..."
None of the three people took the elevator, and they ran directly down the corridor at a very fast speed. The gang members who were running downstairs to support them only saw a single figure and then disappeared.
In a blink of an eye, the three of them reached the third floor. Now the entire Vietnamese gang in the building was alarmed. There were nearly 500 people living here. At this time, they all rushed down from every floor. When they got here, the stairs were crowded.
"Hey, who stepped on my head... Damn it, why did you step on my shoulder again..." A Vietnamese gang member suddenly felt that his head was stepped on hard, and he was angry and prepared to find the murderer, but before he finished speaking, his shoulder
He was stepped on hard again, and then the other shoulder was also stepped on.
But at this time, he was no longer angry, because he had already seen who the people who stepped on him were the three warmaster-level masters left behind by their Vietnamese gang.
"The deputy gang leader and the two adults are so powerful. They can actually step on people so fast." Everyone was stunned by the actions of Ruan Ping and the others. However, Ruan Ping and the others couldn't hear it at this time. They had already stepped on everyone and rushed over.
Ground floor.
Looking at the situation on the ground floor, the eyes of the three masters who arrived, the deputy gang leader and Ruan Ping, suddenly turned red, and murderous aura burst out from their bodies.
Ruoda's ground floor and roof were completely packed with people at this time, numbering at least more than three hundred. The masters of the Yamamoto Club brought by Yamamoto Nakano were surrounded in the middle, surrounded by more than twice their number of Vietnamese gang members.
But at this time, the Vietnamese gang members did not get any benefits at all. On the contrary, because there were no masters to relocate Yamamoto Nakano and other masters, they were being slaughtered by the masters of Yamamoto Society like chickens.
At this time, the black uniforms of the Yamamoto Club members had turned blood red, and the corners of their clothes were dripping with blood. Around and at their feet were filled with corpses of Vietnamese gang members. There were so many, at least four or five.
10. Many of them were missing arms and legs, and their death was so tragic that the members of the Yamamoto Club standing there looked like murderers who had climbed out of hell.
Compared with the heavy casualties of the Vietnamese gang, the number of casualties in the Yamamoto Society was very small. Only three people fell to the ground dead. Although dozens of others were seriously injured, they were all protected inside by other Yamamoto Society and were being bandaged.
Wound.
"You bastards, you all will die." Ruan Ping was the first to react, and the slight thrust in his hand was directly pointed at Yamamoto Nakano, who had killed the most powerful person.
"Da da da..."
A fire dragon flew out from the muzzle and was in front of Yamamoto Nakano in an instant.
At this time, Yamamoto Nakano's face was covered with blood, his red eyes were filled with soaring rage, and the katana in his hand was dripping with blood, and more than a dozen Vietnamese gang members fell beside him.
People were stepping on the corpse, which looked extremely cruel.
"If you dare to kill the noble ninjas of my great Japanese country, today I will destroy you Vietnamese monkeys. Go to hell..." Yamamoto Nakano twisted his face, roared, and pointed the samurai sword dripping with blood at a man.
The Vietnamese gang killed him.
Looking at the sharp samurai sword that was chopped down, everyone in the Vietnam Gang knew that they could not hide. He was not afraid, but there was an extremely crazy look in his eyes.
"You bastard, I will fight with you..." The Vietnamese gang members waved their machetes in their hands, completely ignoring the incoming samurai swords, and stabbed at the opponent's side.
"Just you?" Yamamoto Nakano had a look of disdain on his face, and the samurai sword he slashed in his hand suddenly accelerated in speed.
The samurai sword instantly reached the head of the Vietnamese gangster, and was about to split it in half. Yamamoto Nakano showed an extremely excited look on his face. However, at the next moment, a fierce gunshot suddenly rang in his ears, making him
His expression suddenly changed.
"Baga..."
With an angry roar, Yamamoto Nakano no longer cared about the Vietnamese gang member and swerved to the side.
"Puff puff puff..."
A string of bullets flew past him and entered the body of the Yamamoto Club member behind him.
"Ahhhh..."
Several screams were heard, and several members of the Yamamoto Club fell down. Seeing this, several members of the Vietnamese gang immediately rushed forward. Regardless of whether the opponent was dead or not, they struck at them with machetes.
As soon as Yamamoto Nakano heard the scream, his face changed drastically, and he turned his head just in time to see the first head fly away.
"Baga, you Vietnamese monkeys, I will destroy you today." Yamamoto Nakano swayed and rushed towards Ruan Ping who was holding a gun.
"I remember you were the one who killed deputy gang leader Ruan Fei, Yamamoto Nakano, take your life." Ruan Ping was not polite to him, but pointed the gun in his hand at him and sprayed out dense bullets.
Looking at the bullets flying towards him, Yamamoto Nakano did not step back, and the katana in his hand was swung into streaks of cold light.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
The katana sword flashed with streaks of fire, and along with the sound of the sword, all the flying bullets were actually knocked out by him.
"Ahhhh..."
Several more screams were heard, and several Vietnamese gang members fell down. What was extremely shocking was that they were actually hit by bullets fired by Yamamoto Nakano. Seeing this, other Vietnamese gang members started to rush.
Take a few steps back and keep a certain distance from Yamamoto Nakano.
I have to say, it’s good to have weapons in your hands.
If they are unarmed and faced with a slight collision, even if the opponent is a king-level master, they can only hide. But when they have weapons in their hands, they can directly knock these bullets away, which is equivalent to wearing an extremely thick armor.
Special bulletproof clothing.
This is why Zhao Chen has always been curious. The Yamamoto family obviously practices judo, and as far as he knows, judo is a skill of fists and kicks, and weapons are rarely used. But why is it that everyone in the Yamamoto clan obviously practices judo, but everyone
All use knives.
Emotionally, they are fighting with fists and kicks to increase the lethality. If you want to kill someone, it will be a big deal. But with a knife in hand, it is different. With one strike, the opponent will be dead.
"I want to see how many bullets you can block." Looking at Yamamoto Nakano who was pressing forward step by step, Ruan Ping did not show any weakness. He held the trigger with his fingers and refused to let go. At the same time, the muzzle of the gun kept shaking, creating trouble for Yamamoto Nakano.
How difficult it is to stop a bullet.
It has to be said that Yamamoto Nakano was quite capable when he became the president of the Yamamoto Society. All the bullets that shot so densely were shot away by him, without even missing a single one.
"Click..."
When he knocked another bullet away, there was a sudden sound of breaking from the samurai sword. The next moment, the samurai sword actually broke into two. He only held a small half in his hand, and it still looked like it had been replaced by an old rat.
After chewing through it, a lot of gaps were revealed.
"not good."
Yamamoto Nakano's expression changed. At this moment, at this moment, a bullet flew in front of him, but because the katana broke, he could no longer chop it away.
In desperation, Yamamoto Nakano waved his left hand and grabbed the bullet. At the same time, he jumped back and quickly hid backwards.
"Want to run? It's not that easy." Ruan Ping had a stern smile on his face, and the muzzle of the gun followed Yamamoto Nakano's body, biting him tightly.