Chapter 118
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[Rivertown Pier]
Feng Wuhen did not expect that the Dragon Gang would not let them go even after escaping to the southeast. They had sent more than a hundred men to kill them. There was a warehouse beside the pier. He and his four brothers could only fight like cornered beasts. No matter how good they were at fighting, they were no match for more than a hundred men armed with machetes.
The first floor of the warehouse could no longer be defended. They retreated to the balcony on the second floor and guarded the only staircase.
Feng Wuhen couldn't remember how much blood had stained his hands. He only knew that at least a dozen Dragon Gang members had died at his hands along the way. The machete in his hand was dripping with blood.
"Who did you call?" he shouted at the leopard-headed man.
Little Five replied, "Xiao Luo."
"Damn it. Why did you call him?"
"To ask him to help us."
Feng Wuhen kicked Little Five to the ground. "How dare you ask him for help?"
Their group had gone to deal with Xiao Luo. Now, they had to ask Xiao Luo for help. He felt his face burning.
"But he's the only one we can ask for help!" Little Five cried.
"B * stard. Is this asking for help? You're asking him to come and die."
Feng Wuhen was furious. What could Xiao Luo do against more than a hundred men armed with machetes? What could he do? Beat up more than a hundred men? What kind of joke was this? No matter how good a person was, it was impossible for him to beat more than a hundred men.
Little Five did not say anything. They only had Xiao Luo left. Xiao Luo was so powerful. Perhaps he had the ability to save them.
At this moment, more than a hundred men armed with machetes rushed into the warehouse. They spread out in a well-trained manner and surrounded the balcony on the second floor that was less than 40 square meters.
Feng Wuhen immediately guarded the staircase. He was covered in blood, but he was unshakable like a nail.
One man and one machete, indomitable!
In the middle of the hundred over fierce men, there was a half-bald man. He was dressed in black like the Fire Cloud Evil God. The others brought a chair for him. He sat on the chair and picked his nose. "Is there a need to resist?" After digging his nostrils, he flicked the dirt off his fingers like he was flicking cigarette ash. "Surrender, and I'll leave your corpses intact."
The man with the bullet head was beside him. He stared viciously at Feng Wuhen and said, "Stupid country bumpkin, I said that none of you can leave Rivertown. Now you know how powerful the Dragon Gang is."
"If I had known this would happen, I would have killed you the last time." Feng Wuhen looked at him with disdain and laughed coldly.
The man with the bullet head said eccentrically, "Is that so? Unfortunately, you've lost that opportunity. It won't be long before you and your four brothers become fish food in the sea. "
"That's hard to say!" Feng Wuhen grinned.
"Oh, you're still so stubborn even in the face of death. Kid, do you know who I am?"
The half-bald man stood up and took a popsicle from a man beside him. He tasted it. His mouth was big, and his teeth were good. He bit off more than half of the popsicle and chewed it in his mouth, making crunching sounds.
"I don't care who you are. If you dare to come at me, I'll end you with one strike!" Feng Wuhen raised the machete in his hand and pointed it at the half-bald man.
"You've got guts. You're like a man."
The half-bald man swallowed the popsicle in his mouth and pointed at himself with his thumb. He laughed loudly and said, "Remember, my name is Guo Jianghu. I'm the head of the Dragon Gang's Law Enforcement Hall. If you want revenge, come at me. Go, send them on their way!"
"Kill!"
After receiving Guo Jianghu's order, more than thirty men rushed at Feng Wuhen like a pack of hyenas.
"Arghhh!"
Feng Wuhen roared. He leaned to one side and swept out an iron leg. The five men who were waving iron rods were the first to bear the brunt of the attack. Their lower bodies slid forward, but their upper bodies bounced back miserably as if they had hit an invisible wall.
The iron rods were sent flying. The five men's backs hit the ground and they immediately fainted.
Feng Wuhen took advantage of the opportunity to attack. His body slammed into one of the men's chest. That man's sternum collapsed, and he was sent flying with blood spurting out of his mouth.
"You want my life? Then be prepared to go to hell with me! "
WindWithoutTrace wiped the blood off his face and charged into the crowd like a mad bull.
The other four men also held onto the railing like crazy, preventing the Dragon Gang from climbing the railing and occupying the balcony. The four of them had suffered many injuries. Their clothes were tattered and they were covered in blood. At that moment, someone climbed the railing and crept toward Feng Wuhen.
Little Five immediately reminded him, "Brother Feng, be careful!"
He roared and rushed over. He knocked away the enemy who was sneaking up on him, but he also had a bloody wound on his body. The wound on his back extended from his shoulder to his lower back. It was a ghastly sight.
Feng Wuhen went berserk. He raised his sword and cut down four people, saving Xiaowu from the brink of death. He roared, "Motherf * cker, go back up there and stay there. You guys can die after I die!"
Little Five grimaced in pain. He secretly cursed himself for being useless, but he still listened to Feng Wuhen and returned to the balcony on the second floor.
Feng Wuhen roared ferociously and suddenly rushed a few meters away. His sword flashed and a few screams pierced the air.
"Arghhh!"
The weak point of the Dragon Gang's defense line collapsed with the echoes of screams. Feng Wuhen fought with all his might like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep. His wrists turned nimbly, and the two machetes transformed into an airtight curtain of light. Blood splattered everywhere, and people kept falling. Then, he calmly charged back.
A burly man with a large sword roared and blocked Feng Wuhen's way. He thought he could stop Feng Wuhen.
Feng Wuhen sneered and twisted his wrist. He turned his hand and slashed at the burly man's neck. Then, he pulled out his sword.
"Pfft!"
Hot blood splattered everywhere. The burly man, who weighed 180 pounds, spun in a circle and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his neck.
"Kid, you have some strength. I respect you as a man and will give you a chance to live. How about this? Cut down all four of your brothers and surrender. Then, I will let you go and let you work under me. How about that?" Guo Jianghu looked at Feng Wuhen and the others, who were at the end of their rope, and laughed sinisterly.
"In your dreams!"
Feng Wuhen spat on the ground. "The five of us are brothers who have gone through thick and thin. Do you think this little trick will make us kill each other? Baldy, don't send them to their deaths. Do you have the guts to fight me? "
"Your brute strength is not bad, but you are not qualified to be my opponent." Guo Jianghu dug his nose. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
"Whether I am qualified or not, we will know after we fight!"
Feng Wuhen roared. He dashed forward like a cheetah and pounced on Guo Jianghu.
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