You were put undercover, and you've risen to become the boss.

Wu Zhensheng, the local tyrant of Aimo, spoke up. He knew he couldn't stay in Aimo any longer. Now was not the time to think about these things; he had to escape for his life. If he was too late, he would lose his life here.

"Kill him!"

Coming to his senses, Zhu Qiang shouted and called to his men.

"Kill them!"

The thugs around them, cursing and shouting, raised their knives and charged at Chen Hui and his group.

Faced with several knives in his hands, Chen Hui quickly retreated. When their attacks missed, he took a step forward and swiftly slashed horizontally.

"Bang!"

In an instant, a long gash was slashed open on one person's chest, and blood gushed out.

The man clutched his chest and quickly retreated, while the others raised their knives and continued to attack Chen Hui.

Chen Hui bent down and lunged forward, nimbly gliding over the armpit of a thug, his eight-section sword also sliding down the man's armpit.

"what!"

With a scream, the man clutched his armpits, dropped the knife from his hand, and hurriedly retreated.

After passing the man, Chen Hui suddenly turned around and slashed at another man with great force.

Before the man could react, Chen Hui's knife had already fallen with incredible speed.

"Bang!"

With a scream, the knife slashed at his shoulder, while Chen Hui kicked him in the stomach at the same time.

"Bang!"

The man's body flew backward, crashing into the ground along with another person behind him.

Peng Ying, Peng Ming, and the surrounding child soldiers rushed up to join the melee.

Chen Hui's eyes immediately searched for Zhu Qiang's figure.

As Zhu Qiang ordered his men to charge forward, he turned and ran into an alley next to the bar without saying a word, completely disregarding the fate of his men.

He knew all too well that if he couldn't escape now, he would have to stay in Aimo forever.

Upon spotting him, Chen Hui gripped the knife in his hand and immediately gave chase.

Two men approached him, raising their knives and slashing at him from different angles. Chen Hui neither dodged nor evaded, but instead swung his sword twice with incredible speed, blocking their attacks.

The blades clashed together, producing a metallic clanging sound, accompanied by sparks.

The two men swung their knives again, aiming for his head.

Chen Hui held his knife horizontally above his head, blocking the two men's knives. He then smoothly changed the angle of his blade, slashing along the blades towards their hands holding the knives. The entire movement was fluid and incredibly fast.

Upon seeing this, the two had no time to react. They instinctively released their knives and tried to back away, but they were too slow.

Chen Hui's knife sliced ​​across their hands, and the two men clutched their hands, instinctively backing away.

"Bang!"

Chen Hui kicked one of the men to the ground, then darted off and chased after Zhu Qiang.

His target tonight is Zhu Qiang; he absolutely cannot let him get away.

This is the Northern Shan Kingdom. We absolutely cannot let Zhu Qiang escape and hide in the shadows. If he were to be ambushed one day, it would be a huge loss.

Seeing Chen Hui catch up, Zhu Qiang immediately pushed one of his underlings forward.

"Stop him!"

The man raised his knife and chopped it down at Chen Hui's head.

He was prepared; he dodged to the side, avoiding the blade, and at the same time, he swung his eight-bladed sword, slicing it precisely across the man's neck.

Without pausing, he dodged to the side and slashed with his sword, not even glancing at the man, and continued chasing Zhu Qiang in less than a second.

He didn't originally want this man dead, but if he didn't take drastic measures, Zhu Qiang would escape.

Zhu Qiang had just run into the alley when he looked back and was shocked to find that Chen Hui had caught up with him. His subordinate was lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding neck and convulsing.

He was horrified, never expecting Chen Hui to be so skilled. He was a real menace, and he was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have bothered him.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in this world, so keep running forward as fast as you can.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Hui was only a few steps away from him; Chen Hui's speed was far beyond his reach.

Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He knew that escaping was impossible unless he could get rid of Chen Hui behind him.

He reached out and grabbed the gun at his waist. His life was at stake, and he didn't care about the consequences of using the gun. In any case, Aimo couldn't stay any longer if he didn't use it.

As he drew his gun, he suddenly turned around, raised the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger at Chen Hui behind him, while roaring angrily.

"Go to hell!"

"Boom!"

A gunshot rang out, but it missed Chen Hui; he dodged the shot.

It wasn't that he was faster than a bullet; when Zhu Qiang reached for his lower back, he had already anticipated that Zhu Qiang was going to draw his gun. The instant Zhu Qiang turned around, he immediately crouched down on the ground.

Seeing that he missed with his first shot, Zhu Qiang wanted to fire a second shot, but Chen Hui did not give him the chance. As Zhu Qiang half-squatted down, Chen Hui used the momentum of his sprint to throw the Eight-Cut Blade in his hand.

"puff!"

The Eight-Cut Blade instantly pierced his upper arm, penetrating his arm completely. He immediately felt his arm go numb, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"what!"

Zhu Qiang let out a pig-like scream, clutching his arm and backing away, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

After taking two steps back, he bumped into a vendor's stall in the alley and fell to the ground.

Chen Hui walked towards him with a cold expression.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and pain swept through his entire body. He leaned against the wall of the alley to stand up, forcibly enduring the pain, and looked at Chen Hui.

"Boss Chen... give me a way out, please... let me go, and from now on I'll do whatever you ask me to do!"

"Do you think I'd let you off the hook?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qiang realized that he was doomed. Suddenly, a look of madness appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly sprang up.

"I'll fucking fight you to the death!"

With his other hand, he swiftly pulled a dagger from his thigh and viciously stabbed at Chen Hui.

Chen Hui reached out and precisely grasped his wrist. At the same time, with his other hand, he grabbed the Eight-Cut Sword that was stuck in his arm, pulled it out with a "thud," and cleanly slashed across his neck before turning away gracefully.

Zhu Qiang leaned against the wall, his eyes wide open, clutching his neck, desperately trying to stop the blood from gushing out. Unfortunately, it was all in vain. Blood gushed out like a spring, staining his hands blood red, and flowing down his chest to the ground.

Fresh, bubbly blood began to ooze from his mouth. He leaned against the wall, slowly sat down on the ground, struggled a few times, then stopped breathing and lay there.