Chapter 49: Chess Encounters Opponent Seeking Recommendation Seeking Collection
"This kind of person is the most terrifying, he will never let you know what he's thinking. Dealing with this kind of person, you don't know when he's happy or unhappy. Being by his side, you'll always be on tenterhooks, not knowing when he'll take your life while still smiling at you. The depth of his mind is not something ordinary people can compare to. However, in the face of absolute power, even the deepest mind and most sinister plot are useless."
He listened to my words, his eyes flashed with a fierce glint, took a step back, waved his hand and shouted "Kill".
Only to see his subordinates behind him pull out the Tang knife from their bosom, and the momentum suddenly increased. The same clothes, the same weapons, it's obvious that they are well-trained. No wonder Xin Yi An can dominate Hong Kong, in Hong Kong, he has the final say. Having a group of such subordinates is also a manifestation of strength. Looking at Fei Xie's subordinates again, they were holding all sorts of things, steel pipes, iron bars, knives, axes, miscellaneous and disorderly. This shows the difference between professionalism and non-professionalism, real underworld and mixed gangs.
The mad dog behind me, upon hearing Shang Rong's shout to kill, also shouted "kill" and raised the long knife in his hand, charging forward first. In an instant, they merged into one. Due to the large area of the hall, the killing of nearly a thousand people did not feel crowded. For a time, the shouts to kill, the cries of agony, and the sounds of clashing continued without end. Describing it as rivers of blood flowing would not be an exaggeration.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, coldly gazing at all of this. At that moment, a burly man with a Tang knife in his hand appeared before me, the knife still dripping with blood. His face was stern and rugged, exuding an aura of murder, his clothes stained dark red from fresh blood. He looked at me coldly and asked: Are you their leader?
"What the hell do you think you are, daring to talk to Yaoke like that?" Cao Kui took over and shouted. The big man smiled proudly: "I am Tie Han, the ace killer of Xin Yi'an."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for us to react, he raised the Tang knife in his hand and slashed it towards my head. Just a "ding" sound was heard as Cao Lei blocked this slash. A series of clashing sounds echoed, sparks flying everywhere, each slash as fast as lightning. In an instant, the two quickly separated, looking at the long knives in their hands, which were covered with gaps. It seemed they were evenly matched opponents. The eyes of both men became heavy with suspicion, staring at each other motionlessly.
"I really envy Shang Rong, he has such a capable subordinate. To be able to fight Cao Wei to a draw, Cao Wei was trained as a special forces soldier since he was young. It seems that Shang Rong's dominance over Hong Kong is not just luck."
At this time, Tie Han moved, slashing his knife towards Cao Lei's shoulder. Cao Lei raised his long knife to block the slash. The two knives stuck together, emitting a shrill, ear-piercing sound that made one's teeth ache. Slowly, the knife was pressed onto Cao Lei's shoulder, clearly showing that Cao Lei was no match for Tie Han's strength. Cao Lei gritted his teeth, pulled out his long knife and swiftly slashed at Tie Han's throat. The two let out a simultaneous pained cry, Cao Lei's face turned deathly pale as he covered the deep wound that exposed bone with his hand, looking at Tie Han.
Tie Han leaned on the ground with his knife, looking at Cao Lei in front of him, his eyes filled with resentment. With a loud thud, he fell to the ground, and only then did fresh blood gush out from his wound.
Chen Kun saw Cao Wei get hurt, and quickly walked to his side to support him onto a chair. A younger brother behind them quickly bandaged up the wound.
