People are here!

Chen Wushu looked at the lard boy who was leaning against the iron door.

Crazy.

Damalong and his horsemen stood up from the shelf again and stared at the front.

Their murderous eyes were like wild wolfs, and they seemed to be glowing red in the darkness.

The lights in the corridor are weak, and they become very thin when they enter the prison compartment until they completely disappear in the depths. In such an environment, all appearances are rendered as the same kind of ferociousness, and people can only vaguely see the outlines of their facial features in the darkness.

"Damn it, things are going on!" The lard raised the cuffs of the suit and wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead. He no longer felt the coldness of autumn. On the contrary, it was very hot, dry and hot.

He is the head of the inspector of the four major Chinese in Hong Kong and the inspector of Kowloon District "Lei Luo".

When he was a military policeman in Luoge, he followed Luoge to smoke cigarettes.

When Luo Ge first helped the military uniform team collect counts, who taught him to calculate interest? Sorry, it was his lard!

Later, as Luo Ge was promoted to plainclothes, team leader, and instigator!

Lard also became the most trusted leader in Luo Ge, and was specifically responsible for helping Luo Ge collect "monthly rent" in the venue below, and was specifically responsible for helping Luo Ge raise his wife.

Now Luoco is competing for the position of the first "Inspector of the Chinese General Manager" in Xiangjiang's history, and has stirred up the outside world with several opponents. Now, after all, it has finally hit him.

Bah! He said why he would be stopped by the ghost traffic police when he was driving at a speed. The car was circulated and the person was taken away. If he didn't try to go to prison, he would go to prison.

It turned out that "Da Ma Long" was waiting for him in prison with people, but it turned out that "Cuhao" had already brought Yiqun to rebel!

By analogy, all the ghosts in the prison must have been bribed. No matter how hard they struggle or how they shout, it is useless. Now that they can't beat them and can't join them, then just stretch their necks and die happily. When tonight passes, Luo Ge will definitely avenge him and also give him a glorious burial!

"Damalong, if you want to kill me, hurry up."

"After all, Master Zhu has asked you to have a prostitute before, so I should give you this little face." The fat on the lard's cheeks were trembling, but the sentence that pointed the atmosphere was very powerful.

Damalon didn't say anything, stepped forward and pressed the knife holder's shoulder with his hand.

Chen Wushu walked forward with his face facing the dim lights in the corridor. His facial features became a little blurry, mysterious, and full of intimidation under the lights.

The lard didn't expect that it was not Dama Long who took action, but a little person who couldn't see clearly and was unknown to kill him.

What you look like at this time doesn’t matter, it’s enough to hold a knife in your hand.

"Hello."

When he walked to the pighead, the light on his face disappeared, and his shining eyes looked at the lard. Unexpectedly, the man did not raise his knife and swear, nor did he swear. Instead, he spoke politely.

Immediately, he spoke again and added: "What do you call me?"

The lard boy was stunned for a moment. He had never encountered such a knife hand who did not follow the routine.

how.

Make friends before killing you?

Are you afraid that I will go to the Hall of Hell to sue you?

The lard tugged at the corner of his mouth and said with confidence: "Lard, I'm from Luo Ge!"

"oh……"

"Chen Wushu, please call me Ah Shu."

Chen Wushu elongated his voice and politely issued his name, and turned around with a watermelon knife and said to Dama Long: "You don't need to remember it, waste brain cells!"

The moment he turned around, the lard suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the big malong suddenly widened his eyes. One of them was surprised to find that the situation had changed, and the position of the knife hand that came to kill him changed, and he actually began to protect him. Another angry thought that he had been betrayed. After hearing the name of "Lei Luo", the new masturbator turned against him temporarily.

"Yes, Luo Ge's reputation is famous!"

"When a person makes a sound, he dares to go against thirty of us?"

"It's brave enough, it's powerful enough!"

Both Lard and Damalon saw Chen Wushu's intention to stand out, but they showed two states.

The lard boy took two steps back and pressed against the iron gate of the prison warehouse and shouted: "Ashu, it's up to you."

The Malaysia turned around and retreated, waved his hand and shouted: "Behead him to death!"

"Kill!!!" Five beaters rushed out of the crowd first, raised their arms and flew on them. The remaining twenty horsemen quickly dispersed, and they all bent down and pulled out a shiny machete from the gaps in the bed board.

clang! clang! clang! clang! clang! The friction between the blade and the bed pole is like a melody, echoing cleanly in the room.

Chen Wushu learned "general martial arts" and focused on actual combat for a hundred years. The later kung fu relies on stealing the teacher, but the attitude of killing people on the battlefield was integrated into his bones.

At this time, how could he abandon the knife without using it? He stabbed his horse with both legs, raised the knife and slashed it forward.

Puff puff puff puff.

Every time he swung his sword, he would accurately split his neck, cut his waist, abdomen, and the angle and strength were all just right.

Moreover, he breathed evenly when he swung his sword, and his horse's steps were slightly ups and downs, as if he was riding a group of war horses under his crotch. He turned into a knight and was fighting against the enemy on the back of the horse.

Horse stance! In fact, it is a kind of kung fu derived from equestrianism. The purpose is to imitate the movements of riding a horse, thereby exercising the strength of the lower plate, making it easier for practitioners to control horses.

However, after thousands of years of development and many exquisite arts, horse stance has evolved into the foundation pile shape in traditional martial arts, including a deeper artistic conception.

However, only by purging the horse stance can we truly practice the horse stance to the home, and only by purging the horse stance can we mobilize all the power of the lower joint to the upper body and use the upper body to exert the strength of the whole body!

Now Chen Wushu's horses under his crotch are alive.

His machete slashed back and forth, swinging his sword five times, easily killing the five thugs on the spot.

"Go together!" The beaters picked up the machete and saw that the five brothers who took the action were killed quickly. They shouted, and they danced their blades with fierce expressions, and rushed towards him in groups.

This melee is not a TV series, nor are they an extra actor in the TV series. No one will take turns to play, but instead strive to play to the true meaning of the battlefield in years of chaos - "Bullying the less with the more".

At this time, at all angles and directions, more than a dozen machetes instantly slashed at Chen Wushu.

Chen Wushu's legs remained unmoved, bent down and raised his blade.

"Yun!"

The sound of the friction between the swords was connected, and Chen Wushu used the blade to directly overturn the enemy.

Then he immediately turned around and raised his waist, shouting with fierce eyes: "Don't die!"

"You all go eat shit!"

He no longer defended, and he rode his horse and raised his sword to rush into the crowd.

The "war horse" under his crotch seemed to make a silent neigh, carrying his master into the enemy formation and killing the opponent.

Riding a horse, chopping and slapping.

Chen Wushu is serious!
Chapter completed!