Chapter 11 Peak Turn

Huang Que fixed his eyes and looked. Fang Wenlong and Fang Wenbao came. There were more than a dozen men behind them. They were generally outstanding in size and tall. It seemed that this bastard was completely prepared.

"Brother Qihu, you don't say hello when you come to your brother's place, and you still take action. Isn't it a little disgrateful?" Fang Wenlong said painlessly.

Yang Qihu let go of the bloody bastard on the ground and smiled coldly, "Face, I gave it last time, and I gave it back. That's really my Yang Qihu."

The seven or eight guys who helped Fang Wenlong make poison immediately withdrew from Fang Wenlong's camp. The leading guy pointed to Yang Qihu and said harshly, "Brother Long, they rushed in and started!"

Fang Wenlong raised his arm and motioned the man not to speak. He looked at Yang Qihu and smiled, "Brother Qihu, sometimes I really don't understand why this man is so afraid of death? In Qingcheng, he can show off his power, but don't forget that this is Haicheng, not his territory!"

Fang Wenlong also understands this truth.

Yang Qihu's insinuation of Wenlong's insinuation was simply inaudibility. His face became ugly, word by word, "I, Yang Qihu, is nothing special, just talking about the word 'righteousness'. Now, my second brother's life and death are uncertain, and I feel very uncomfortable. I keep telling myself on the way, second brother, Don't let anything happen. If something really happens to him, the mastermind, the accomplice, and those who lift shoes and socks, I won't let any of them go. I'm going to let them die.

Fang Wenlong was shocked.

Fang Wenlong and Yang Qihu are already old opponents. Fang Wenlong knows who Yang Qihu is and what his personality is than anyone else.

"Yang Qihu, you can't protect yourself. Why are you still blowing here?"

Fang Wenlong stabilized his mind and smiled.

"Real?" Yang Qihu's face turned pale, "It's really hard to say who can't protect himself. If you don't try it, who knows?"

Today, it can't be good anyway. Yang Qihu knows this.

At this moment, without his reminder, Dong Kuiwu and Huang Que are also fully prepared to fight. Huang Que touched the broken throat dagger in his arms. The second uncle's life and death were uncertain, and the third uncle Yang Qihu and himself were in between life and death. At this time, the stinky boy also absolutely dared to kill people with a knife.

"Yang Qihu, you are really good!"

Fang Wenlong still praised Chen's opponent in his heart, and then his face changed. He said harshly, "Listen, everyone, who will cut the Qihu with a knife, a thousand yuan, break a hand, ten thousand, one leg, twenty thousand, who can send him to the Hall of the King of Yan? I'll give 100,000!"

There are more than ten people behind Fang Wenlong, plus the gang that has just been beaten, add up to about twenty, and on the yellow finch side, except for the yellow finch Dong Kuiwu and Yang Qihu, the rest are the three eyeliners.

Twenty people, six people, what a disparity this is.

The black panther looked at Yang Qihu, and the hatred of the past surged into his heart. At the beginning, Fang Wenlong gave him a fierce brick in front of Yang Qihu. He did not blame his eldest brother, because it was not that brick. He couldn't get out of the city at all that day. He put all his hatred on Yang Qihu. The panther still remembers that What God said in the car, the kindness and resentment with Yang Qihu will be calculated sooner or later, and the little girl who raised her eyebrows will also lie on his black panther's bed one day.

Now it seems that the first wish is about to come true.

"Fang Wenlong, you really give me face. One knife is a thousand. How much should I be worth?"

"That depends on how many knives you can get. Don't worry, our Wenlong keeps his word, as much as you want until you swallow your last breath."

After Fang Wenlong finished speaking, his eyes were cold. He lit a cigarette. After taking a sip, he vomited on the ground and said, "What are you waiting for? Do it!"

With his order, all the guys who had been ready for a long time took action, either holding a machete or an iron bar in their hands. This was the plan that Fang Wenlong had already made.

More than 20 people rushed over, and the air of the whole shabby warehouse seemed to burn in an instant.

The three eyeliners beside Yang Qihu resisted desperately, but they have been cut several times, and he and the yellow finch Dong Kuiwu were also forced to the dead corner of the wall in an instant.

Yang Qihu, his power was made by him with a punch and a knife.

Dong Kuiwu, who used to be a jungle killer, has never been around Huang Hailin for so many years.

And the yellow finch, maybe everyone will underestimate him.

Even Yang Qihu protected him behind him, word by word, "Sparrow boy, follow Uncle Qihu. I believe we will be able to pass today's level. How can I, Yang Qihu, die before the second brother's revenge?"

The yellow finch was moved. This strange tiger, the heart of his second uncle, is really a lesson from heaven and earth.

"Uncle Qihu, you can definitely pass this level!"

The stinky boy's eyes were warm, and he instantly took out the broken throat dagger from his arms, like a whirlwind, and quickly rushed out from behind Yang Qihu.

"Finch!"

"Finch!"

Dong Kuiwu and Yang Qihu shouted almost at the same time.

But in just a moment, they were completely stunned. The yellow finch that came out hit the twenty people in front of them like lightning, and collide with a fierce beast. The broken throat dagger in their hands flashed everywhere with a piece of blood, and a scream sounded in unison. The machete and iron bar kept falling. On the ground.

Dong Kuiwu and Yang Qihu were stunned in an instant. Did this boy, the god go down to earth?

Fang Wenlong and the black panther were also surprised. They didn't know the boy in front of them. If this sharp trick appeared from childhood, they would feel normal, but the yellow finch, he was not like this before.

In consters, seven or eight people were lying on the ground, holding their arms, in a miserable situation.

"Brother, there is something wrong with this guy!"

The panther said tremblingly.

Fang Wenlong frowned and his heart jumped wildly. No wonder Yang Qihu dared to come with a few small shrimps alone. It turned out that the soldiers really came to block the water and cover the soil. The boy in front of him, who was called the yellow finch, was the real hidden.

"What a strange tiger!"

Fang Wenlong shouted, and his palms began to sweat.

The fierce offensive of the yellow finch did not stop at all. The speed and blade flashed by, taking all the attacks of everyone on him alone. Yang Qihu and Dong Kuiwu looked straight at it and couldn't say a word. When he was in the Hongdu Hotel, Dong Kuiwu was a little shocked by the action of the yellow finch. At this moment, it was a A kind of deep shock.

How about the large number of people? With six enemies and twenty enemies, Fang Wenlong's side is still inevitably a failure.

At the beginning, these guys who worked for Fang Wenlong had the intention of inserting a knife for the big brother's ribs. Killing Qihu and making money. Isn't it a sure profitable business for these 20 people to kill six people? However, in the face of the attack of the yellow finch, they gradually changed from excitement to fear. They had never seen such a fast knife and such a strange speed in their lives.

Almost in the blink of an eye, someone lay on the ground, holding his arms, and his blood was flowing.

"Cut him to death!"

The panther was angry and a little confused at the same time.

And those who came forward desperately finally began to retreat one by one, leaving the last six or seven people, holding the weapons in their hands, did not dare to move forward.

The yellow finch stopped and pulled the broken throat dagger tightly in his hand. His face was full of blood. He looked at Fang Wenlong coldly and said, "Fang Wenlong, if you don't make things clear today, I will want your life. I, yellow finch, do what I say!"

Huang Hailin, that is the person that the yellow finch cares most about. No matter when, where and in what situation, it will never change.

Seeing the white modern Sonata, the windbreaker in the trunk, and all the preparations made by Fang Wenlong, the yellow finch has reason to believe that the disappearance of his second uncle must have something to do with the bastard in front of him.

Fang Wenlong, the muscles on his face twitched violently. He stared at the yellow sparrow and gritted his teeth, "Good boy, I underestimate you. Yes, you can defeat so many of my men alone. You are the strongest person I have ever seen. However, no matter how strong you are, can you pass the gun quickly?"

Before he finished speaking, the bastard shook his right hand, pulled out the pistol on his belt in an instant, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation at the yellow finch.

"Sparrow..."

"Sparrow, be careful..."

The hearts of Yang Qihu and Dong Kuiwu suddenly became twirled.

But Fang Wenlong is fast, Fang Wenlong is sinister, but the yellow finch is faster than him. His body is in a state of fraud prevention and dodge at any time. While Fang Wenlong pulled out his pistol, he had already seen it.

The gunshot sounded, and the yellow finch ejected from the spot in an instant. Two jumps came to Fang Wenlong in the blink of an eye. The fierce broken throat dagger in his hand was no longer merciless, and he waved at Fang Wenlong's wrist holding the gun.

Broken throat dagger, blow hair and hair, how sharp it is. Fang Wenlong screamed, his wrist broke in unison, and then his whole body fell to the ground.

Time seemed to freeze all of a sudden, and there was only Fang Wenlong's heartbreaking voice in the whole warehouse. The bastard's bean-sized sweat appeared on his forehead, holding the broken wrist, and his whole body trembled.

And the palm of the gun still pulled the pistol and was shocked on the ground.

After a while, the panther reacted and shouted, "Brother!"

Then the whole person rushed to the yellow finch like crazy. The yellow finch didn't look at it. His body flashed, and the broken throat dagger scratched next to the black panther's head, and cut off the bastard's left ear.

The panther hugged his head and rolled on the ground.

Since you start, just don't do it.

He hurt people with his hands. First, he broke his wrist, and then cut his ears. Fang Wenlong's men were completely deterred, and he lost the weapons in his hand, and his whole body was like a sieve.

The yellow finch squatted down, grabbed Fang Wenlong's hair, put the broken throat dagger against his throat, and gritted his teeth like a devil. "Say, where is my second uncle?"