Chapter 113 Dead Alley (Please subscribe!)
As soon as Yin Xiu got into a dead end, several people came one after another from behind. They had all kinds of swords, guns and sticks in their hands. The leader also held two box cannons.
"Emperor, stop it, this city is full of..."
Before he finished speaking, he fell down with a muffled groan. The people around him were startled. Looking down, they saw a pebble the size of a quail egg embedded in the leader's forehead.
[Master of Weapons], any plant or tree in hand can be used as a weapon.
When the other people saw this, they looked at each other. After hesitating for a moment, they were pushed and squeezed by the people behind them, so they could only rush forward with a loud shout.
At this time, Yin Xiu was already holding a bamboo pole as thick as a bowl, which was nearly four meters long. It should have been leftover from the time of building the scaffolding.
Before those people could step forward, as Yin Xiu's wrist shook, the bamboo pole flew like a dragon and a snake. In the blink of an eye, there were several loud crackling sounds, and the first few people fell down holding their heads.
But before their moans could come out, they were covered up by the sound of dense footsteps.
Because there are many people rushing into this dead end.
Gangya Bing walked at the end, carrying two shotguns on his back, holding a large half of the watermelon in his hand, like a washbasin, burying his head in it from time to time, biting and sucking, the soup and water sprayed all over his body and legs. .
As soon as he opened his mouth, watermelon seeds and flesh were sprayed into the face of the person opposite, but the person opposite just stood there, not daring to blink.
"Is Poujie already inside?"
"Yes! It's a dead end. There's a barbed wire on the wall. He can't escape even if he wants to climb over the wall!"
"Okay!"
Gang Ya Bing laughed, pushed the person blocking the way away, and left a red fingerprint on the other person's clothes with his palm.
Across the crowd, Gang Ya Bing shouted: "Brother Emperor, how are you? Brother, is my hospitality okay?"
He was answered by several more muffled sounds, and then Yin Xiu's voice was heard, very calmly.
"You guys are not enough for me to warm up, why don't you come and give me a try?"
"Okay!"
Gangya Bing dropped the remaining half of the watermelon on the ground, touched his hands behind his back, and pulled out two shotguns.
With two clicks, the bullet was loaded.
Then he strode forward, knocking away all the people blocking his way. When he reached the front, he suddenly froze.
I saw many people lying scattered on the ground. Some people were lying on the ground groaning, while others were lifeless. It was not clear whether they were dead or alive.
And Yin Xiu, who caused all this, is entangled with the first few people.
I saw him snatching the iron hook from the opponent's hand, and with his backhand, the sharp iron hook pierced the opponent's cheek, penetrated into the mouth, and blood spurted out.
Then he grabbed the iron hook like a fish and pulled the man, acting as a shield.
He took a step forward, and the man who was stabbed in the mouth by the iron hook screamed. His feet moved reluctantly with him, and a trail of blood gradually appeared on the ground.
"Come!"
Yin Xiu hooked her fingers at the person in front of him, and the person seemed to be stimulated by something. He yelled and raised his knife to chop.
Yin Xiu moved her body slightly to the side, and after avoiding the chop, she stretched her hand forward and pinched the opponent's wrist. The latter immediately felt pain and dropped the machete.
When he thought of picking up the knife, the knife had already come back, but it was embedded in his shoulder, and the wound was deep enough to show the bone.
The man's legs suddenly became weak after being hit by the knife, and he knelt on the ground limply.
Yin Xiu didn't care about him, just patted him on the shoulder as he walked by, "The ground is too cold, don't kneel, be careful of rheumatism!"
In the eyes of others, that look and tone made them think that he really cared about his friends and was just saying hello to others casually.
This made everyone feel even more chilled in their bones, their palms were sweating, and they could hardly hold the knife. "Emperor, do you really think you are a flag soldier of some province or Hong Kong!"
Gangya Bing shouted, regardless of whether he would accidentally injure the person in front, he stretched out the two guns and pulled the triggers at the same time.
Two gunshots rang out, bullets were fired at Yin Xiu like a barrage of bullets, and a series of screams suddenly sounded in the alley.
There was just a hint of pride on Gang Ya B's face, and then he opened his mouth wide again, revealing a row of shining steel teeth, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
I saw Yin Xiu hanging on the wall as if there was a wire hanging on his back, and then he rushed over like a cheetah, reaching out his hand to grab Gang Ya Bing.
……
"Go away! Didn't you see Master Bing coming?"
"Are you looking for death, you guys? You've soiled Mr. Bing's water. Let me see if I don't skin you!"
Under the shouts of several younger brothers, countless white bodies crawled out of the bathtub and rushed outside. The huge bathhouse was suddenly empty.
Surrounded by his younger brothers, Gang Ya Bing's eyes were serious, dignified and tired, no longer as fierce and proud as before.
He seemed to have aged several years as he slowly climbed into the bathtub. After the hot water reached his neck, he regained some consciousness.
The boys standing by the bathtub were also in shock, with large and small wounds on their exposed upper bodies.
"Master Bing, you forgot to take off your bath towel..." someone reminded carefully.
Only then did Gang Ya Bing come to his senses and looked at his lower body. A towel was swelling and floating in the water.
He took off the bath towel impatiently and threw it on the water. He looked at a few people and said, "Go and watch outside. Let Lao Chen come in to shave and massage me."
After receiving the order, several men immediately walked out and closed the door at the same time.
Seeing a few people leaving, Gang Ya Bing looked around again and found that there was not even a mosquito. He stretched out his hands, spread his palms, and then covered his face.
He started to cry loudly, like the sound of a train puffing out smoke.
"It's over! Everything is over! My four million, my territory, are all over!"
He cried louder and louder, and big tears dripped from between his fingers and mixed into the water.
He didn't stop until the sound of pushing the door sounded, and he picked up a handful of hot water and poured it on his face.
His expression became the same as usual, cold and arrogant.
Leaning on the edge of the bathtub and glancing back at the old man who was over fifty years old and respectful to him, Gang Ya Bing snorted from his nose as a greeting.
"Old rules! Shave your beard and face, and then ask the manager to find me two sisters waiting. If it's not to my liking, huh, I'll tear this place down!"
"Yes, yes! Master Bing, you are here, who dares to neglect you?"
Lao Chen put a hot towel on Gang Ya Bing's eyes, and the latter let out a sigh of relief.
Apply lather, then run a polished razor across the philtrum and chin.
The process used to be like this, but for some reason today, Lao Chen didn't take action even after preparing for a long time.
"Hey, what's wrong! Are you okay yet?"
"Okay, it's done."
There was a burst of white smoke steaming from the edge of the bath, and then, in the smoke, a shiny knife gently scratched Gang Ya Bing's throat.
(End of chapter)