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Year Two walked in front, followed by a hundred or so burly men in black suits. They walked through the entrance of Pigong Zhai with fierce expressions.
Seeing a group of burly men in black suits with machetes in their hands walk in, the citizens of Pigong Zhai started to feel uneasy.
Ye Xuan could not help but sneer as he looked at the awe-inspiring, ruthless, and ruthless Year Two, who looked like a gang leader, and then compared it to the obedient Year Two in front of him, Ye Xuan could not help but let out a cold laugh. "Haha, this Year Two seems to be quite something."
Year Two naturally didn't know that his boss was looking at him from the rooftop not far away. He strode in with a domineering manner, surrounded by his underlings.
Year Two first glanced at Xing Zai who was standing anxiously at the side, then walked in front of the trash can. He glanced at Deacon Li who was lying inside like a paper man, foaming at the mouth and smiled coldly. He then waved his hand and said, "Go, capture all the people inside!"
"Yes, Hall Master!" Hearing Year Two's order, his underlings shouted loudly and rushed into Pigong Zhai. They ferociously and domineeringly captured dozens of Pigong Zhai residents, regardless of gender or age, and brought them all to the open space in front.
Looking at the terrified and frightened Pigong Zhai people in front of him, Year Two laughed coldly and then said loudly, "Hey, our Sky Wolf Gang is the most fair. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Hand over the people who beat up my brothers, and I can let the rest go."
Hearing Year Two's words, the people of Pigong Zhai looked at each other, but no one said anything.
Seeing that no one replied, Year Two's face turned cold. He glanced at the crowd with a ruthless gaze and then waved his hand behind him. "Alright, since you refuse to accept a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Men, capture him for me!"
As soon as Year Two gave the order, a few men from the Heavenly Wolf Gang stepped out from the crowd and dragged a man out from the crowd. One of them threw him to the ground, two of them pressed him to the ground, and the last one stepped on one of the man's hands. A sharp machete hung above the man's hand, and he only needed to wave his hand to chop it off.
"Don't, don't!" The man was terrified and desperately called for help.
"I'll count to three. If no one steps forward, then his hand will be gone!" Gao Er's expression was indifferent. He glanced coldly at the person in front of him and said indifferently, "One!"
"Two." Still, no one spoke.
"Three!"
Still, no one came out. Seeing this, the lackey swung the machete in his hand. A cold light flashed in the air, and then he ruthlessly chopped down on the man's arm.
Just as the machete was about to chop down on the man's hand, a figure suddenly dashed out from the crowd. In a split second, everyone heard three "peng peng peng" sounds, and the three Heavenly Wolf Gang members who were holding down the man were all sent flying.
Everyone was shocked. When they looked again, they did not expect that the person who came out was a middle-aged man with a white cloth tied around his head and tattered clothes. Everyone in Pigong Stockade knew him. He was the coolie who carried rice in front of the rice shop every day. uu2;
"I was the one who hit him!" Coolie Qiang stood like a pine tree, looking at Gao Er calmly.
Looking at Coolie Qiang, a cold light flashed in Gao Er's eyes. He then raised his hand and waved.
"Kill!"
Following Gao Er's action, the lackeys from the Heavenly Wolf Gang that he brought with him suddenly roared and waved the machete in their hands. With a murderous look on their faces, they chopped down at Coolie Qiang.
Looking at the Heavenly Wolf Gang's underlings charging at him, Qiang Liqiang's face froze. He leaped up and performed the Twelve Tan Kicks, sending two of the Heavenly Wolf Gang's underlings flying with a kick. Then, he continued to move around the field, using his leg techniques to kick the Heavenly Wolf Gang's underlings that were charging at him.
However, as the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. When there are enough ants, they can even bite an elephant to death. Although Coolie Qiang's Twelve Tan Tui was not weak, he was only one person. On the other hand, the Heavenly Wolf Gang had more than a hundred people. Furthermore, each of them held a machete in their hands, while Coolie Qiang was bare-handed. Under the continuous attacks of the Heavenly Wolf Gang members, Coolie Qiang's area of movement began to shrink.
Gradually, Coolie Qiang, who had just kicked a Heavenly Wolf Gang member into the tailor's shop, was sent flying again. Then, Zhao Sheng, bare-chested and wearing ten thick silver rings on his arms, rushed out of the tailor's shop. With both fists, he cleanly sent a few Heavenly Wolf Gang members flying.
Following Zhao Sheng's appearance, one of them used Hong Quan and the other used the Twelve Tan Tui. When combined, it was the so-called "Southern Fist and Northern Kick" in the martial arts world. When combined, their power multiplied, and in an instant, they actually suppressed the Heavenly Wolf Gang members. uu3;
When the Year Two outside saw that another person had come out and seemed to be suppressing his side, he snorted coldly and waved his hand at the people standing behind him.
Following the Year Two's movement, the people standing behind him immediately took out a few submachine guns and were ready to start a massacre.
But before they could open fire, several long sticks suddenly flew over from the side, passing through the submachine guns in their hands and directly hitting and breaking the weapons. Then, a middle-aged man with loose hair casually picked up a rolling pin, jumped up, and smashed the long stick in his hand toward the nearest Heavenly Wolf Gang member.
"Haha, Shaolin's Twelve Tan Tui, Iron Wire Fist, Wulang's Eight Trigrams Stick, all of them have come out. How lively!" Seeing the three people moving around among the hundreds of Heavenly Wolf Gang members and beating them to a pulp, Ye Xuan not only did not get angry, but also looked on with interest with a smile.
Turning his gaze again, he saw the landlady, who was lying on the ground with his head buried in the soil and a bouquet of flowers stuck in his hair, and the landlady, who was hiding in the crowd and seemed to be trembling in fear. Ye Xuan found it even more interesting.
"De Rong, what do you think of the three people's martial arts?" Ye Xuan suddenly asked Fire Cloud Evil God next to him.
"Master, in this disciple's opinion, Shaolin's Twelve Tan Tui, Iron Wire Fist, Southern Fist, and Northern Kick live up to their reputation. It's a pity that the two of them are not proficient in their skills and can barely be considered as second-rate experts. Wulang's Eight Trigrams Stick is unpredictable and its power is not bad. They can be considered as first-rate experts." Fire Cloud Evil God looked at the three people below, his tone indifferent, and even a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes. But then, his expression froze. Looking at the people of Pigong Stockade who had gathered together, his eyes flashed. "However, this disciple also discovered that apart from these three experts, there are still two top experts in Pigong Stockade who have yet to make a move."
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