After taking care of the two black men in just two to three seconds, Jiang Cheng looked at the entrance of the bar again. He saw that the black men in front of him had already reacted. Many of them turned their heads and stared fiercely at Jiang Cheng.
At that moment, he heard Zhao Hu shout with joy, "Hold on, everyone! Cheng Ge is here! Cheng Ge is here with his brothers! "
Hearing Zhao Hu's words, the men in the bar who were resisting tenaciously became even more spirited. Their counterattack became even more intense. For a moment, the black men couldn't rush in at all. However, in the next second, there was a "bang!" sound of a gunshot. Zhao Hu's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Zhao Hu took two steps back and covered his chest with his left hand in disbelief. Then, he staggered and fell into the bar.
"Brother Hu!!!" The brothers in the Lung Hing Society shouted loudly.
"Zhao Hu!" Jiang Cheng was even more terrified as he watched from the outside!
The next moment, one of the brothers ran to Zhao Hu and squatted down to check on his injury. Another brother stood in front of the gap left by Zhao Hu's fall. He took over his position and resisted with all his might. However, this time, the person who fired just now didn't fire again. Perhaps it was because he didn't have enough bullets, or for some other reason.
"This lousy gun! All the guns left behind by Tagore are lousy like this!" Someone shouted angrily near the entrance of the bar.
Due to the distance and the fact that there were many people in the way, Jiang Cheng couldn't see who it was at all. However, he knew that there was something wrong with the opponent's gun. Therefore, he didn't stop and rushed forward again. He wanted to knock down a few more black men. However, these black men had already reacted. They looked at Jiang Cheng with vigilance. They held weapons in their hands and slashed at Jiang Cheng.
If it was just one person, Jiang Cheng would have been able to circle around and dodge the weapon to attack. However, there were countless black people forming a human wall. They swung their weapons, making it impossible for him to get close. This forced Jiang Cheng to retreat.
Jiang Cheng's heart was burning. With the position where Zhao Hu was shot just now, even if he didn't die immediately, he must be treated quickly. Now that he was blocked by these black men, he couldn't move forward at all.
However, at this moment, the other members of the Lung Hing Society arrived!
"All of you, attack!" Jing Long shouted loudly. He took the long stick and rushed to Jiang Cheng's side. He fiercely swept the long stick in his hand, and immediately forced the black people to take a few steps back.
Behind Jiang Cheng, the shouts of his brothers could be heard. One after another, the brothers of the Lung Hing Society rushed forward and started hitting the black men with sticks.
"Fight! How dare you bully us, the Lung Hing Society! "one of the brothers shouted angrily.
"Beat them to death!" another roared. As he spoke, he smashed the long stick in his hand on the head of a black man.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The long sticks and the weapons of the black men collided. These black men were all holding machetes, thick sticks, and so on. If one was hit by these things, it would definitely not feel good. However, the weapons were usually shorter. This might be related to the fighting habits of foreigners. They had been fighting like this for a long time. However, when they encountered the long sticks with Chinese characteristics, they immediately felt that something was wrong!
The sticks in the hands of the brothers of the Lung Hing Society were 1.8 meters long. They could hit the black men's heads and bodies outside their attack range. The longer the sticks were, the stronger they were. When the tips of the sticks hit the black men's bodies, the black men immediately fell to the ground and wailed in pain.
On top of that, there were quite a number of brothers of the Lung Hing Society. They lined up in a row, forming a human wall. A row of red sticks smashed forward, pushing forward rapidly.
However, the black men were not stupid. Some of them immediately threw their weapons at the brothers of the Lung Hing Society. Quite a number of them fell to the ground. Their bare hands were fighting the long sticks of the brothers of the Lung Hing Society. Once they were caught by the black men, they would have to fight hand to hand unless the others could break them away.
Many of the black men were tall and strong. Although the brothers of the Lung Hing Society that they had brought from China were not at a disadvantage when it came to fighting hand to hand, the members that they had just recruited in France were not good enough. They soon fell into a disadvantageous position and were beaten by the black men. As more and more brothers of the Lung Hing Society fought the black men, the disadvantage of the Lung Hing Society's numbers suddenly became obvious. Two-thirds of the fifty people had already fallen.
Those who were fighting hand to hand might not be defeated, but they could not get away for a while. The rest of them were still waving their long sticks, fighting hard with the black men.
Among these people, Jiang Cheng, Jing Long, and Johansson were the most active, especially Jing Long and Jiang Cheng. They were moving around in the middle of the fight. The long sticks in their hands kept falling on the black men who were fighting hand to hand with their brothers. They hit their heads and platinum, causing them to bleed and save more brothers.
However, the black men were not stupid. They immediately pounced forward and surrounded Jiang Cheng, Jing Long, and Johansson in the center, preventing them from rushing around. Even though they were surrounded by the crowd, Jing Long and Jiang Cheng were waving their long sticks left and right. Any black man who dared to approach them was knocked to the ground. They were very skilled with the stick, so the black men only dared to surround them and not approach them.
On the other side, Johansson was not doing well. After beating up a few black men, his stick was snatched away. A group of black men smashed their weapons on him. He kept getting injured. Fortunately, he had practiced Jeet Kune Do and was considered an expert. His movements were more agile, so he was not beaten to the ground. However, if this situation continued, it was only a matter of time before he was beaten to the ground.
After the three of them were surrounded, the other brothers who were fighting hand to hand with the black men were also constantly being attacked by the black men. From time to time, the screams of the brothers of the Lung Hing Society could be heard.
Jiang Cheng was burning with anxiety. Hearing the screams of her brothers was like a knife stabbing into her heart!
The long stick in Jiang Cheng's hands was like a swimming snake, waving it in a dazzling manner. The surrounding black men did not dare to approach him. They looked for an opportunity to run to the east. With a spin in the air, the intestines were thrown out with the force of the spin. With the length of the stick and the length of his arm, the attack radius had reached more than two meters. It hit the black men's cheeks. With a series of muffled bangs, seven or eight black men were knocked to the ground.
Striking a vertical line and sweeping a large area, Jiang Cheng's stick technique had deeply grasped the essence of it. He was like a swimming dragon in the crowd, and no one could catch him!
The black men who were knocked down by Jiang Cheng fell to the ground one by one, clutching their cheeks and howling. However, there were too many black men. Immediately, three or four people stood in front of Jiang Cheng, making it impossible for him to rush out and help his brothers. On Jing Long's side, the situation was similar.
"Cheng Ge! We're here! Everyone, attack! " Suddenly, another forty brothers of the Lung Hing Society appeared not far from the bar. The leading brother was called Zhao Hai, who was Zhao Hu's brother. Under his command, the people behind him rushed towards the fight again.
After receiving Zhuge Liuyun's call, these people finally gathered people from all the residences in the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall and rushed over with the cavalry.
When the forty brothers rushed into the already chaotic fight, they instantly gained the upper hand like a raging torrent. With their help, Jiang Cheng, Jing Long, Johansson, and many other brothers all escaped. However, many of them were injured. Even though they were injured, they still gritted their teeth, grabbed the red sticks from the ground, and attacked the remaining black men.
The black men who were attacking the windows had been called back, and they went all out to fight against the Lung Hing Society. More than forty of them had fallen, and there were about eighty of them who could still fight. On the Lung Hing Society's side, there were also a lot of injured people. More than thirty of them were lying on the ground, moaning in pain, and some had even lost consciousness. Only about fifty of them could still stand. However, among these fifty people, more than thirty of them were brothers brought from China. The new French members, who were weak and could not withstand a fight, had already fallen on the first wave of attack.
The remaining members of the Lung Hing Society swarmed forward and attacked the black men. These black men were fighting on two sides. Not only did they send people to attack the bar, but they also sent people to fight against Jiang Cheng and the others.
The long stick in Jiang Cheng's hand moved forward and hit a black man's stomach, making him kneel on the ground. Then, he held the back end of the stick with his left hand and swung it to the left and right, hitting the black men's crotch on both sides. Suddenly, the two guys knelt on the ground, holding their crotches and gasping.
Jiang Cheng shouted at Zhao Hai, "Zhao Hai, hurry up and rush in with your men. Your brother has been shot. Hurry up and send him back to the Jeet Kune Dojo!"
Zhao Hai was dumbfounded when he heard this, but he immediately reacted. He shouted at the brothers around him, and the others followed him. Like a sharp knife stabbing into the crowd, they quickly rushed toward the door of the bar.
Zhao Hai and the other brothers were advancing very quickly. In the blink of an eye, they had advanced more than ten meters in the crowd, completely dividing the black men into two halves. However, because of this, they were also surrounded by the black men. They rushed forward with all their might.
Suddenly, two or three black men grabbed knives in their hands and slashed at the heads and bodies of Zhao Hai and the other brothers. At this time, Zhao Hai and the other brothers of the Lung Hing Society were trapped in the crowd, dealing with the attacks of others. They did not notice or care at all. It looked like blood was going to splatter on the spot!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! " Three consecutive gunshots rang out. The three black men who were planning to attack Zhao Hai and the other brothers all stopped their movements and fell to the ground in the next moment!
The three black men who fell to the ground covered their chests with their hands. Streams of bright red blood flowed out from the gaps of their palms, quickly staining the cement floor beneath them.
Jiang Cheng panted lightly, his raised hand holding a gun. He was the one who had fired three consecutive shots and killed the three black men! Now, there were three bullets left in the gun in his hand!
He fired three consecutive shots, and every shot hit its target!
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