Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Feng Yuxiu's gaze fell on Lin Tian, ​​and he looked him up and down before a disdainful smile slowly crept onto his lips.

An eight-year-old child, thin and small, with him?

"You sent just some greenhorn?"

Feng Yuxiu sneered, "Are you looking down on me, Feng Yuxiu? Where's Chen Haonan? Let him come out. Otherwise, you'll all stay here tonight."

Liang Kun's face darkened.

He couldn't stand people being arrogant, especially in front of so many of his brothers.

But he had witnessed Feng Yuxiu's martial arts skills.

Big B and Thirteen Sister both died at his hands; this man certainly had the right to be arrogant.

Liang Kun turned to look at Lin Tian and cupped his hands in greeting: "Young friend Lin Tian, ​​please lend a hand."

Jiang Tiansheng also turned his head and gave Dajun a look.

Dajun understood immediately and nodded slightly.

With his hands clasped together except for his index fingers, an invisible force surged from his body and enveloped Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yu was preparing to make his move when a strange, ominous premonition suddenly welled up in his heart.

The feeling was like being targeted by a venomous snake, like being aimed at by a hunter, like the great battle with Xiahou Wu a few years ago.

He suddenly turned sideways and leaped towards the window.

"Bang!"

His body shattered the glass and he fell to the ground.

In a daze, Feng Yuxiu seemed to have returned to a few years ago, to that life-or-death battle with Xiahou Wu.

Swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Feng Yuxiu jolted awake from the illusion, collapsing to the ground, his back drenched in cold sweat, his clothes soaked through.

He looked up into the room, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

In an instant, he realized it was that middle-aged man; he had almost been caught.

"Damn it!"

Feng Yuxiu cursed and was about to stand up when dozens of guns simultaneously emerged from the windows and opened fire.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Bullets rained down like a storm.

Feng Yuxiu was terrified and scrambled to hide behind a wall. He could dodge bullets, but not so densely.

A bullet grazed his ear, shaving off a lock of his hair.

Another bullet struck his arm, blood gushed out, and he grimaced in pain.

"Jiang Tiansheng! You son of a bitch! You just wait! You dared to trick me, you're already asking for death!"

Jiang Tiansheng stood at the second-floor window, looking down at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips: "Feng Yuxiu, you dared to kill my Hung Hing's leader, tonight is your death day."

Feng Yuxiu gritted his teeth, clutching his injured arm, his mind racing. He realized he'd been ambushed tonight.

Those dozens of guns were all prepared for that person with special abilities.

He can't beat them alone.

But he was unwilling to give up. He wanted to leave, to break free, and to survive.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.

It wasn't just a few people, it was hundreds.

Neat and uniform, with an imposing presence.

Outside, a member of the Hung Hing triad shouted, "The Tung Sing men are here! Camel has brought them!"

The person died the next second.

Jiang Tiansheng's expression changed. He turned his head and looked outside the warehouse. A dark mass of people was surging towards them, with Camel leading the way, his face ashen.

"Jiang Tiansheng, you dare touch my men? Tonight, I'll fight you to the death! Beat them up!"

The Tung Sing members raised their guns and opened fire on the Hung Hing members.

The Hung Hing men also opened fire in return.

Bullets flew across the night sky, sparks flying everywhere.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Feng Yuxiu rushed out from behind the wall and ran towards the back of the warehouse.

His arm was still bleeding, but he didn't care.

He only wanted revenge.

Lin Tian stood behind the crowd, his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to watch the chaotic battle.

Gunshots, shouts of killing, and screams mingled together, creating a deafening cacophony.

"So, why did you invite me here? Just to watch a show?"

No one answered him.

Everyone is busy fighting.

He shook his head helplessly, walked to a corner, sat down, crossed his legs, and continued watching the show.

Outside the warehouse, two groups were locked in a bloody battle.

The Hung Hing men occupied the warehouse, which provided cover and gave them an advantage.

The Dongxing men attacked from the outside, suffering heavy casualties, but the camels charged like madmen, carrying wave after wave of men.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

The camel bellowed, and the pistol was out of bullets.

Jiang Tiansheng stood at the second-floor window, looking down at the group of frenzied people, his brows furrowed.

It looks like things won't end well tonight.

We must find a way; we must win.

To capture a thief, first seek the king's favor.

"Dajun, can you control the camels?"

The army was covered in sweat and their faces were pale.

Clearly, they had just used up too much energy, and their bodies were starting to give out.

After all, the person in control is Feng Yuxiu, a ruthless man who can practice martial arts with coarse salt, a martial arts fanatic, whose willpower should not be underestimated.

But he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I'll give it a try."

The army began to unleash its power.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his brows were furrowed.

Camel suddenly felt a blur before his eyes and saw Jiang Tiansheng jump down from the second floor, slashing at him with a knife.

He instinctively raised his knife to block, but Jiang Tiansheng had vanished.

He froze, and just then, a bullet struck his shoulder.

"what!"

The camel let out a miserable cry and knelt on one knee.

His henchmen rushed over and helped him up.

"Boss! You're injured!"

Camel gritted his teeth, looked at the person by the second-floor window, and cursed angrily, "Damn it, Jiang Tiansheng, you used such despicable means, you're a real scoundrel."

Jiang Tiansheng sneered: "Despicable? Any means that can kill you are a good means."

He raised his gun and aimed it at the camel.

The camel's trusted confidant stood in front of him, taking the bullet for him.

The man screamed and collapsed into the camel's arms, blood gushing out and staining the camel's clothes red.

"Ah Yong! Ah Yong!"

The camel hugged him, its eyes reddening. "Hold on, I'll take you back!"

Ah Yong looked at him, a mouthful of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word. His eyes slowly closed, and his hand slid off the camel's back.

Tears streamed down the camel's face. It put Ah Yong down, stood up, raised its machete, and roared, "Jiang Tiansheng! I'll fight you to the death!"

He led his men and stormed into the warehouse.

Hung Hing men opened fire, and Tung Sing men fell, but more men rushed in, and the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat inside the warehouse.

Cleavers, iron pipes, clubs—blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Jiang Tiansheng hid on the second floor, his face grim.

If things continue like this, Hung Hing won't come out on top either.

He wanted to retreat, but he couldn't leave.

The Dongxing men have surrounded the warehouse.

"Mr. Jiang, what should we do?" Liang Kun rushed up, his face covered in blood.

Jiang Tiansheng gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Just then, Feng Yuxiu emerged from behind the warehouse, carrying an iron pipe. He quietly crept up behind the Hung Hing men and struck them down one by one.

The Hung Hing men were thrown into disarray, and the Tung Sing men seized the opportunity to rush forward.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle.

Lin Tian sat in the corner, watching the chaos, yawned, glanced at his watch, and shook his head.

"Tonight, the weather in Hong Kong is going to change again."

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