Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 798

The man with the golden flame mask glanced around from the corner of his eye and made a defensive move.

The masked man had his hands in his pockets, holding a gas bomb in his hand.

Unexpectedly, the Patriarch of the Zha family looked so weak, but he was so skilled. He knocked out the golden flame pattern masked man with a single circle of sharp fists.

"The Patriarchs of the Ten Great Ancient Aristocratic Families really cannot be underestimated. I really want to compete with you at your peak," the man with the golden flame pattern casually smoothed out the creases on his chest, and said in a casual tone.

In the next second, he rushed forward with a stride, and with great speed, he also punched the head of the Cha family. He used 100% of his strength for this punch, and no one could stop it.

But, "It's blocked, how is it possible?" The man with the golden flame mask looked at the man in front of him who was so weak that he could fall down at any time, with a surprised expression on his face that easily blocked his attack.

"Hand over your things, hand them over—" Patriarch Zha roared angrily, attacking one after another like a wild beast losing its mind.

The golden flame pattern masked people were also completely enraged, and returned them one by one.

What annoys him the most is that no matter how many times he hits him, he can still stand up like an undead zombie.

"Obviously it's too late, why can you still stand up?" The man in the mask with golden flame patterns once again punched him down with all his strength.

The Patriarch of the Cha family was already covered in blood, and stood up tremblingly after falling down, his firm eyes remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, and he kept talking to himself, "Hand over the things, hand over... ···”

Seeing that he was so delirious, a sympathy flashed in the eyes of the man in the golden flame pattern mask, he didn't want to fight him anymore, and turned back to deal with the man in black.

But there are too many people in black, and new ones will continue to emerge after a batch is beaten, and the knocked down people are struggling to stand up again.

"Heh, I didn't expect that the rumored zombie army would appear on such an insignificant matter," the masked man with golden flame pattern sneered, and tightly protected the masked man behind his back.

Under the heavy siege, the masked man was as calm as ever, "I still have a bottle of smoke and three bottles of concentrated ecstasy in my hand. After throwing them out, there will be an immediate reaction two seconds later. Hold your breath, and we will rush out of the encirclement first."

"Okay." The aura of the man with the golden flame pattern mask is already unstable. There are too many people, and they still can't be defeated. If they continue to fight, the situation will only become more dangerous.

The masked man threw a small glass bottle to the ground. After the glass shattered crisply, a large amount of smoke began to be released. Soon, the thick white smoke enveloped everyone. No matter how close they were, no one could see who they were. There was only the sound of one falling to the ground.

Passing through the white smoke, the masked man with golden flame patterns stopped. Looking at the dense black shadows in front of him, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

At this time, the masked man also got out, and he was kicked in the abdomen before he had time to see what was going on.

The power of this kick cannot be underestimated, the masked man curled up in pain, his whole body twitched, and his abdomen convulsed intermittently.

The eyes of the man with the golden flame pattern mask were shaking when he saw that scene, and he was murderous for a moment, and he made a bloody road in order to rush over.

"I said, as long as you hand over that thing, I will never embarrass you, but why don't you listen? Are you and the murderer also in the same group? Then you should die too." Patriarch Cha came out and compared A few drops of bright red blood were splashed on the dead man's white face, his voice was weak and gloomy everywhere, and his expression became visibly ferocious to the naked eye.

The masked man was so painful that he almost fainted, not to mention moving, he didn't even have the strength to make a sound.

The man in the golden flame pattern mask looked at it with distressed eyes, and the tips of his ears moved slightly, and the men in black around him moved one after another.

"Kill them."

(End of this chapter)