As soon as they left, Han Dongping started killing again.

He picked up a steel knife on the ground and started fighting with the other party with no expression on his face.

He raised the knife and knocked down one of them, then he slashed several times in succession, killing both of them.

It can be said that the sword hits the vital point. Either you don't take action, or you do it and kill someone.

In the end, there were only two people left, and one of them was the leader.

"Run!"

Seeing Han Dongping getting more and more aggressive, they turned around and jumped into the car, trying to escape.

But Han Dongping had already lost his temper and chased him directly into the car.

Several screams were heard, and more than ten seconds later, Han Dongping came out covered in blood.

He was also dragging someone in his hand, who was the arrogant and domineering leader just now.

At this time, the leading brother had wounds all over his body and was already dying.

Han Dongping took off his mask, revealing a Southeast Asian face.

"Huh? Who are you? Who sent you here?"

The leader's eyes were dull and his breathing was rapid.

"Old man, I never thought I would fall into your hands."

"But you can't leave today, my master will be here soon."

Han Dongping grabbed his hair and asked again: "Tell me, who sent you here? Who is your master?"

Suddenly, a black car drove over at an extremely fast speed and finally stopped in front of Han Dongping.

The rear door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing white cloth with a sullen face stepped out of the car.

Han Dongping looked carefully and saw that this man also had a Southeast Asian face, his eyes looked like wild beasts, and at first glance he looked like a ruthless character who would kill people.

"Master, help..."

After seeing the person coming, the leader struggled and shouted.

The man in white frowned slightly and spoke in blunt Chinese.

"What are you doing? You can't handle such a small thing?"

"I'm sorry, Master, it's me..."

'brush!'

Just as he was about to speak, Han Dongping chopped off his head with a single blow, a clean move.

The man in white's face darkened: "Old guy, you are quite capable, you killed so many of my people."

Han Dongping raised the steel knife and pointed it at the opponent.

"Tell me, who sent you here? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you."

"What? Kill me?"

The man in white was stunned and laughed.

"Haha...it's interesting."

"Old man, if you can still stand within three moves, I will let you go today."

Han Dongping narrowed his eyes. Everyone who has experienced life and death has a strong premonition ability.

The man in white in front of me is by no means an ordinary person.

He held the steel knife tightly and did not dare to be careless. Two seconds later, he suddenly stepped forward and slashed with the knife.

‘Crack!’

I saw the man in white grabbing the blade with one hand.

"What?

Han Dongping was shocked.

He wanted to pull out the knife, but the opponent was too strong and couldn't pull it out at all.

‘Clang!’

With a crisp sound, the steel knife in his hand was broken directly by the opponent with one hand.

"How is that possible?"

Han Dongping's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart sank to the bottom. This was a very cold rhythm.

The man in white kicked him in the chest, and Han Dongping flew backwards.

‘Bang!’

With a loud noise, he hit the commercial vehicle from behind.

All the car windows were shattered, showing how powerful this kick was.

"Wow!"

Han Dongping spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground face down.

This kick not only broke his sternum, but also caused him serious internal injuries.

'Pop!'

The man in white patted his shoes with a look of disgust on his face.

"Damn old man, you soiled my shoes."

"Who are you?"

Han Dongping struggled to get up, hunched over and unable to straighten his waist.

"Who? They all call me Boxing Fighter."

The person coming is none other than the famous murderer and boxing tyrant from Southeast Asia.

"What? Boxing Fighter?"

Han Dongping's eyes widened suddenly: "I've heard of you. You killed countless people in Southeast Asia. What are you doing in China?"

When he was a soldier in his early years, he went on missions in Southeast Asia and was somewhat familiar with the reputation of boxing champions.

"Of course I'm here to kill!"

Boxing Fighter smiled slightly: "If you don't want to die, call that guy named Xiao Feng over here."

"You want to kill Xiao Feng? Who asked you to come?"

Han Dongping was shocked.

"It's me!"

Suddenly, an arrogant voice came from inside the black car.

I saw a young man wearing a black suit, with his hair parted, and a proud and unruly face walking down with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Who are you? Xiao Feng, has he offended you?"

Han Dongping asked.

"snort!"

"Listen to me, young master, my name is Ye Chun, and I am a member of the ninth family of the Ye family in Jinmen."

This person is Ye Chun.

He and Quan Ba ​​have known each other for a long time. When Gui Lao asked Quan Ba's disciples to kill Xiao Feng, he was the one who contacted him.

In addition, Tai Long, the boss of Ruicheng, also wants to take revenge and get rid of Xiao Feng.

The boxing tyrant took this opportunity to smuggle himself to China. He could just make two bucks, so why not do it?

Jinmen Ye family?

Han Dongping's expression changed. The Ye family was as rich as any other country. It was a truly wealthy family.

The Han family is probably a little inferior to the Ye family.

"Master Ye, is there any misunderstanding?"

"I'll take Xiao Feng to apologize to you and ask you to be merciful..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ye Chun interrupted him: "That bastard Xiao Feng not only opposed me everywhere, but also indirectly killed my sister. How can I spare him?"

"Old man, if you don't want to suffer, just call him over, otherwise... I will make your death ugly."

When Han Dongping saw this situation, he knew that there was no way to negotiate peace.

He put his mind to it and gave it all.
To be continued...