Crazy.

In just two or three minutes, Chen Wushu was invincible in the battle, and there were fewer and fewer horsemen in front of him. The machete in his hand rolled upside down, and dead bodies were pounced on the ground.

At this time, the bloody smell of the prison warehouse was disgusting, and the battle scenes between the two sides were no different from those of the ancient battlefields of real swords and guns.

"Ding!" The machete in his hand hit a fist, making a clear sound, and it collapsed into two pieces directly under the impact of the tiger's fingers.

The knife collapsed!

Chen Wushu was not surprised at this and poked the other side like a flowing water with the remaining half of the cut blade.

"I will definitely blow your head!" Dama Long's face looked ferocious, and his iron satin finger tiger was already covered with both fists.

The whole body of "Finger Tiger" is copper-colored, painted with black tiger skin patterns. There are four finger holes in total, and there is a thick horizontal surface outside the finger hole.

This is a kind of fighting equipment that "boxers" like to use very much. It does not affect the performance of boxing skills, but can also fight against weapons and has a very high lethality.

Dama Long just stepped back and asked his younger brother to go first, not to escape, but to ask his younger brothers to go up first with "group fights" to consume the opponent's strength. He then put on the guys and prepared for the next real battle.

Haha. He could see at a glance that Chen Wushu's sword skills were sophisticated that he was not someone who could easily kill him. Of course, he would not foolishly use his flesh and blood fists to thrust irons with his sword in his hands.

Now, attacking Chen Wushu while he is tired of his sword is definitely the most useful strategy.

Sure enough, his first move was to interrupt Chen Wushu's machete and destroy the opponent's sharpest weapon. Then he slapped the broken blade with his left hand and accurately slapped the broken blade away.

Pick.

The broken blade fell to the ground.

Chen Wushu had completely lost his weapons, but his expression was calm and he swung his fist to meet the enemy without hesitation.

"Without a knife, you are a tiger without teeth." Dama Long subconsciously believed that his opponent was proficient in knife skills, and his boxing skills would be general. In a quiet way, he had already given himself a great chance of winning.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, he grabbed the ground with his toe and punched a hammer in his hand, hoping to make a contribution and win directly.

Unexpectedly, Chen Wushu swung his single whip and hit Damalong in the right eye with one punch.

"boom!"

Damalong felt his head buzzing, and his eyes were red, and he couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north in an instant. Dada, and he stepped back ten steps one after another until he touched the cement baffle in the corner of the toilet.

He took so many steps in a row not only to relieve his strength, but also to dodge. First, he dodges the opponent's chance to take advantage of the victory, and secondly, he can leave some time for himself to relax.

This is an extremely experienced practical experience, which really allowed Dama Long to breathe a sigh of relief. He clearly realized that he had hit the fist in his face and his right eye was completely beaten to pieces.

One punch! This is just one punch!

Damalong turned the middle finger of the tiger with both hands, and the fingers of the tiger with the right and reverse in his hand were all turned into a front. He exposed the horizontal surface used as defense and left the fingertips used as attack in his palm.

This smiling action already reflects the changes in his heart.

But when his left eye recovered his vision in a daze, Chen Wushu's already sole had appeared in his sight.

“Wait!”

Chen Wushu kicked Dama Long and stepped on his head and body into the cesspool and inserted it into a stick.

Bloody, violent, so majestic!

The remaining brothers in the prison warehouse abandoned the machetes in their hands and retreated to the corner of the wall in panic.

"pretty!"

"Ashu, you played so beautifully!"

Papa, lard slap slaps the palm of the hand, the slap sounds very loudly.

Wong Tai Sin blesses, now "Brother Zai" feels relaxed, and has become a audience under the stage from a pig on the chopping board.

Through this series of actions, he also deeply remembered the young man with a sharp body in front of him and his sharp fist in his mind.

The name "Ashu" will definitely resound throughout Xiangjiang!

Chen Wushu's actions made "Brother Zai" unable to laugh out loud, and even felt chilled.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Chen Wushu picked up a machete on the ground casually and walked towards the remaining horsemen step by step.

The sound of the gangsters kowtowed, begging for mercy, and screams rang one after another.

It was not until the last silence of the crying voice disappeared that the prison warehouse finally calmed down.

No one in prison is innocent.

Everyone waved his knife.

We are good friends before we start the fight, but after we open it, we feel embarrassed, so we don’t want to live any of them.

Unless he can beat him, he will turn around and run away.

When he killed people, the iron railings and iron locks of the prison were completely reduced to a shackle of despair, turning a small room into a bloody colosseum.

Chen Wushou killed everyone, threw the knife casually, strode to Zhutouzi and said, "I want to talk to Luo Ge."

Mission 1: Black and white, please choose a camp to join.

To help Damalong kill lard, join a gang called "Yiqun" and follow a man named "Brother Hao".

If you help the lard kill Damalong and the others, you can get along with Inspector Hua, who is called "Luoge".

Two options, one underworld and one underworld.

Although there is not much difference between black and white in doing things now, why do those who can get white have to be mixed up? A layer of official skin looks meaningless, but even if you wear it, you can bully others with confidence!

Therefore, Chen Wushu knew that killing lard and killing Damalong were two different difficulties, but he still chose the latter without hesitation.

The lard was actually very clear about his purpose. Hearing Chen Wushu's frank and straightforward explanation, he nodded, patted his shoulder and promised: "Don't worry, Ah Shu, I'll take you to see Luo Ge when I go out tomorrow!"

"Thank you, Brother Zai."

A smile appeared on Chen Wushu's face, and polite words began to appear in his mouth.

The lard suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so he put down his hand and twisted his shoulders. While fumbled his pocket with his hands, he asked, "Do you smoke?"

"I practice martial arts and don't smoke."

Chen Wushu shook his head and spoke up straightforwardly to refuse the invitation to leave the cigarette.

The lard boy knew it in his heart and nodded, expressing his understanding of this.

Immediately, he took out a box of cigarettes and matches himself, lit a cigarette with the matches and held it in his mouth.

"call."

He spit out a smog of smoke and used it to calm his fears.

Suddenly, he seemed to be thinking about something funny, and leaned over to Chen Wushu's side: "Warriors don't smoke, can't they get into women?"

"superior."

Chen Wushu's answer was simple and straightforward, and a cramped smile appeared on the lard's face: "I understand, I understand."

The two looked at each other and completed the man's tacit communication, and the prison warehouse began to fall into silence again.

The lard boy couldn't stand the smell of blood that jumped into his nose. He found that Chen Wushu didn't want to speak anymore, so he took the initiative to speak and said, "Ashu, I'll take you to Mong Kok tomorrow night to experience the style of the Hong Kong girl."

"You just came to Xiangjiang? Humph, it would be OK if you like the ghost girl, a lot of tickets! I'll invite them all!"

Chen Wushu looked at him with a tilted head, lay down on the bed and said, "Brother Zai, I'm sleepy."

"Oh, Ah Shu, you go to bed first, and I'll smoke a cigarette."
Chapter completed!