Huang Wenlong hid in a bar. In fact, the entire street was filled with bars and KTVs. When he walked on the street, he could hear heart-wrenching screams coming from both sides of the street.
The gangster who led the way brought Qin Lang to Yinghao Bar. When Qin Lang stepped into the bar, the door of the bar suddenly closed, and the lights in the bar were all turned on. Under the strong lights, the people in the bar surrounded Qin Lang. They were all strong men, and there were no women. At first glance, it seemed like he was in a gay bar.
"Kid, you're good at fighting, aren't you? How many can you fight alone? "
At this moment, an arrogant voice came from the crowd. Then, people around him kept whispering, "Brother Long." It seemed that this person was the person that Qin Lang was looking for – Huang Wenlong.
The crowd gradually separated, and Huang Wenlong walked in front of Qin Lang.
Huang Wenlong's steps were very steady. Every step he took made a "dong dong" sound, just like the beating of a drum.
He was as still as a mountain, and when he landed, he was like a drum.
This was the real Kung Fu of a martial artist. Only when pole-standing was practiced to a high level could one achieve this step.
However, in Qin Lang's opinion, Huang Wenlong's showing off was not very interesting. Even though it could make these underlings worship him like a surging river, it could not affect Qin Lang at all.
However, Huang Wenlong was not an idiot. He did not immediately make a move, but stopped when he was five meters away from Qin Lang. He looked at Qin Lang coldly, and after confirming that he did not know this kid, he asked, "Kid, why are you looking for me, Brother Long?"
"To send you to hell," Qin Lang said indifferently.
"It's not certain who will be sending who tonight!" Huang Wenlong sneered. Even though he was over forty years old, his Kung Fu did not fall behind. Otherwise, he would have been arrested by the police. Moreover, this was Huang Wenlong's territory. He did not believe that this kid, Qin Lang, was qualified to challenge him.
There were at least a hundred people crammed into the hundred-square-meter bar. These people were all gathered by Huang Wenlong. In fact, Huang Wenlong had already known about Qin Lang's trouble in Shuangqiao Community, but he had never taken action because he was a cautious person. He had been secretly observing Qin Lang's Kung Fu and identity. After confirming that Qin Lang was not a police officer and having a rough estimate of Qin Lang's Kung Fu, Huang Wenlong believed that he could defeat Qin Lang. That was why he showed up and lured Qin Lang to the bar. He even called his men to help to ensure that nothing went wrong.
Even Huang Wenlong himself did not have the confidence to break out of the encirclement of one or two hundred people, not to mention that these lackeys were all carrying weapons. Therefore, Huang Wenlong believed that Qin Lang was dead for sure.
"If you don't believe me, why don't you do it yourself?" Qin Lang provoked Huang Wenlong with a disdainful tone.
"Brother Long, there's no need to kill him. Watch me kill him!" There was a shortage of talents these days, but there was no shortage of idiots. So, someone immediately volunteered, pulled out a knife and slashed at Qin Lang.
'What an idiot,' Qin Lang thought. He knew that the only way to deal with this kind of person was to ruthlessly and cruelly kill him. Otherwise, more than a hundred of Huang Wenlong's men would immediately rush up and chop Qin Lang into minced meat.
It was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands, let alone hundreds of hands!
The best way to beat many with a few was to gain the upper hand and deter the opponent first!
In the first year of Qin Lang's cultivation with Old Poison, Old Poison taught Qin Lang a way to avoid being besieged by others. That was to use ruthlessness to deter the opponent! However, Old Poison's original words were like this: "When faced with a group of people besieging you, you'd better make the first move because you still have a chance to hit them. If you act too late, you'll only have the chance to be beaten. Make your move first. Pick the easiest person to defeat and knock him down in the shortest amount of time. Then, ruthlessly trample on him. You have to make this unlucky guy feel as painful as possible. The more miserable, the better. You have to make others feel deeply moved when they hear this unlucky guy's screams. "
There was no doubt that the method Old Poison taught Qin Lang was very effective. Since then, no one dared to provoke Qin Lang in the school.
Many people believed that "to catch bandits, first catch the ringleader" was the truth, but Old Poison told Qin Lang that this was a wrong way of thinking. Only those with abnormal strength could carry out a "beheading operation". Under normal circumstances, the most correct method was to "pick a soft persimmon and ruthlessly crush it". This was because the king was not so easily captured. There were many experts and deathsworn protecting them. On the other hand, a soft persimmon could be easily crushed. Moreover, the more ruthlessly you crushed it, the more powerful and ruthless you would be, creating a powerful deterrent force for others.
When Old Poison explained this principle to Qin Lang, he specifically gave an example. He said that Zhao Zi Long of the Three Kingdoms had specifically picked the soft persimmons among Cao Cao's generals to crush during the Battle of Changban. With Zhao Yun's martial strength, it was only natural for him to pinch the soft persimmons. Thus, he created a huge deterrent force, causing Cao Cao's soldiers to fear him. Wherever he went, he was like a hot knife cutting through butter. If he did not create a deterrent force that would cause fear in the hearts of the enemy, then even if he had three heads and six arms, he would still die. In addition, if Zhao Yun chose to kill the fierce generals of Cao Cao's camp, even if he managed to defeat them, he would still be injured and would not be able to deter the enemy.
Thus, when faced with the knife-wielding 'bird', Qin Lang gave the most severe blow!
Whoosh!
Before the blade of this' sticking out bird 'could reach Qin Lang's body, a small black snake suddenly leaped out from Qin Lang's sleeve and fiercely leaped towards the' sticking out bird's' face and directly drilled into his nose. Half of its tail was still swaying around the 'sticking out bird's' nostril. The 'bird' did not expect that Qin Lang would have such an abnormal move. At this moment, he felt something drilling into his nose. He quickly threw away the knife and reached out to grab the snake's tail. However, the snake's tail was too slippery. Even though the 'bird' had grabbed the tail, he was unable to pull it out of his nose. Instead, it drilled deeper and deeper into his nose.
"Help me! Help me cut it!"
The 'bird's' voice was filled with fear. It was as if he was about to go crazy.
"I'll do it!" Another person bravely came over to help. He used a dagger to cut off the snake's tail.
"It's severed!" The person helping secretly let out a sigh of relief. He thought that once the snake was cut, it would definitely die. But at this moment, he heard a "pop" sound. After the snake's tail was cut off, blood suddenly sprayed out from the wound. It was as if all the blood in its body was sprayed out from the wound.
Whether it was the 'bird' or the person helping him, they were all sprayed with the snake's blood.
Chi! Chi!
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