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Chapter Eight: A Great Battle

The emptiness around the corner made the leaves rustle in the wind, and the dark clouds lingered in the sky for a long time and refused to disperse.

The confrontation at the end of the alley was still stalemate. Jiang Hao pulled She Zaiming behind him to protect him, fearing that the other party would come up and touch him in the slightest.

The gangsters pressed forward step by step, almost forcing them back into a corner.

From the corner of his eye, Fanshu Chang saw a pile of red bricks in the corner. He couldn't control his trembling legs and moved back step by step. When they weren't paying attention, he quietly grabbed a brick with a corner missing and held it in his trembling hands.

Jiang Hao and She Zaiming both looked back and their hearts sank.

Oops, this is a stubborn way to go.

The two sides looked at each other with eyes that were about to explode like lightning.

The gangster leader winked and asked his men to surround him. Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Jiang Hao took two steps back.

"I'll let you go if you have some sense."

The men were gearing up and ready to take action, and the dogs at the entrance of the village barked louder.

The uncle in the house next to me walked by, was stared at by the gangsters, and fled the scene as if boiling water was scalding his feet.

"What do you want?" Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Jiang Hao simply straightened up and had a head-on confrontation.

The gangster raised his eyebrows at Jiang Hao's bulging cloth bag, with a sinister smile hidden in his calculating expression.

"Impossible." Jiang Hao realized it immediately and pulled the cloth bag tightly back behind him.

"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty. Come on!"

The ruffian waved his big hand, and four or five of his men rushed forward and grabbed the three of them by their collars and forced them into a corner. Fists rained down like raindrops, and the sounds of wailing and struggling could be heard one after another.

Jiang Hao was not willing to be restrained, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to hit the opponent's crotch. This terrible pain was transmitted from the body to the nerves and even the bone marrow, and he could only curl up and scream.

Seeing Jiang Hao's bravery, Fanshu Chang's chest was constantly rising and falling due to the intense emotions. He roared as if to embolden himself, and smashed the broken red brick in his hand at the fat man who was punching and kicking him.

Red blood gurgled out from the fat man's forehead and wiped it. Anger and hatred instantly filled his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to chase Fanshu Chang.

She Zaiming has never been one to suffer losses. He has been fighting in the fields since he was a child and is one of the most ruthless characters in the village. He looked coldly at the ignorant guy who was grabbing his collar, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and exerted force.

Only a snapping sound was heard, and a very painful wail suddenly sounded in my ears.

The hand was broken.

"Damn it! Beat me to death!" The gangster leader saw his brothers being beaten to the ground one by one by these inconspicuous and weak men, and ordered without giving up.

It's a pity that no one responded. After all, one was kicked out of his life, another was shot in the head, and another had his hand broken.

Haha, a bunch of paper tigers.

She Zaiming patted the sand on his hands, and Jiang Hao and Fanshu Changdu stepped forward together. The roles of the two parties were reversed. Seeing that there was no one guarding him, the gang leader gradually retreated back as the three people in front of him stepped forward to kill him.

"Are we knowledgeable enough?" Jiang Hao snorted, rubbed his hands, moved his neck from side to side, and showed a long-lost ferocity on his face.

"You, you guys, wait and see!"

"Don't let me see you again." Jiang Hao said every word with almost gritted teeth.

After saying the harsh words, the people had already run away. When the three of them saw the miserable situation of the hooligans on the ground, they all breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other with a smile.

The three of them walked towards the downtown area. Jiang Hao subconsciously wanted to stretch the rope of the cloth bag, but failed.
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