Zhao Hu chuckled and threw the machete in his hand to the ground with a clang. He turned around and walked back to the Lung Hing Society members' camp. His back was straight and proud.
Without a doubt, he won this match!
Even if the Red Gloves members were very unwilling, they could only accept it!
However, other than being unwilling, the Red Gloves members were even more shocked. The French branch of the Lung Hing Society had so many experts. Even the number one and number two experts of the Red Gloves, Crell and Grace, were defeated one after another. Although Crell's match was a draw, anyone could see that he was far weaker than his opponent!
Many of the Red Gloves members could not help but wonder, how many more secrets did the Lung Hing Society have that they did not know? From the sudden increase in people and guns to the emergence of experts one after another, was there anything else that they did not know?
Just as they were thinking, the referee announced the start of the third match!
For the third match, Bellaire was even more cautious. He understood that if he continued to lose, he would really have to give up 70% of Martin Luther's territory to the Lung Hing Society. Wouldn't the Lung Hing Society develop even faster with these territories? When that time came, there would be nothing left for the Red Gloves!
Bellaire considered his choice for a long time. In the end, he sent out a blonde Caucasian man. He was close to thirty years old and about 1.8 meters tall. He was neither fat nor thin. He grabbed a steel pipe and walked to the center of the battle. His gaze swept across the members of the Lung Hing Society.
Anthony was standing at the back of the crowd. Now that it was his turn, he took the baseball bat that Batiste passed to him and slowly walked to the center of the field. After he stood still, he raised his hand expressionlessly and waved at the man in front of him. At the same time, he gripped the baseball bat tightly. This was his first match in the Lung Hing Society, so he had to do well!
The blonde man in front of him lunged at Anthony with the steel pipe in his hand. Midway, he raised the steel pipe in his hand high and instantly started fighting with Anthony.
Anthony and this man were about the same level of strength. Both of them engaged in a difficult tug-of-war. Both of them suffered quite a lot of injuries. Their arms and backs were hit by the other man's bat and steel pipe many times. Both of them endured the pain and fought to the death. This went on for about five minutes. Suddenly, the bat in Anthony's hand swung horizontally and hit the man's right cheek hard. Half of his face swelled up, and he could barely open his eyes.
With one eye restricted, the man's movements, which were originally on par with Anthony's, gradually slowed down. On the other hand, Anthony became more and more courageous as the fight went on. He took advantage of the situation and attacked even more fiercely with the baseball bat. After holding on for more than a minute, the man was hit by Anthony's bat in the back of his knee. He immediately staggered and knelt on the ground on one leg.
Anthony followed closely behind and hit him on the head a few more times, causing him to stumble and spin unsteadily in the ring of the arena.
Seeing that his opponent was in a daze, Anthony smiled and seized an opportunity to kick him in the back. This guy cried out in surprise and immediately rushed forward a few steps. Suddenly, he slipped and fell to the ground. He struggled a few times to stand up, but unfortunately, he couldn't. In the end, he lay powerlessly on the ground and didn't move.
This guy had crossed the line, so he was naturally disqualified. In the hand-to-hand combat competition, the Lung Hing Society had won 2 out of the three games, which could be said to be a brilliant record! As long as they won one more game, the Lung Hing Society would win the bet. They could cooperate with the Red Gloves to snatch Martin Luther's territory and occupy 70% of it!
Seeing that they had lost another game, Bellaire's reaction was very fierce. His hand that was holding the cigar suddenly trembled, and the cigar fell to the ground. His face was gloomy.
Then there were two shooting games. In the first game, the Lung Hing Society sent out Wang Jie, and the Red Gloves sent out Crell.
Crell seemed to be holding on for the whole game, enduring the huge pain in his chest. But even so, this guy's marksmanship was really good. He aimed at the target 80 meters away and fired three shots in a row. He actually scored 29 points. Compared with him, Wang Jie's marksmanship was a little worse, and he only scored 27 points. Therefore, the Lung Hing Society lost the first shooting game!
When Wang Jie returned to the Lung Hing Society camp, his face was full of shame, but Jiang Cheng comforted him with a smile. Winning and losing were common, not to mention there was still one more game. The Lung Hing Society still had a chance to win!
At this time, Bellaire was even more solemn. After all, as long as they won one more game, although they couldn't win, they could completely pretend that this thing had never happened. There was still room for bargaining.
Soon, the fifth game began. A red-haired teenager walked out from the Red Gloves Society. He was only 16 or 17 years old, and he looked very handsome.
Although the red-haired teenager was young, his marksmanship was very good. He raised his gun and fired three shots in a row at the target in the distance. His movements were smooth, and he didn't seem to aim at all. He relied entirely on his intuition. But even so, his result was not bad. He actually scored 29 points, the same as Crell! This caused the youth to cheer and jump in joy.
Jiang Cheng frowned. This teenager was really a genius with a gun. He raised his gun and fired. This kind of intuitive aiming was even more useful in actual combat.
According to the people on Bellaire's side, the red-haired teenager seemed to be called Porter.
Jiang Cheng was a little envious that there was such a genius with a gun in the Red Gloves Society. He couldn't help but look at Porter a few more times. He was only 16 or 17 years old, and he could already achieve this kind of result. With a little more training, he would definitely become an even more powerful sharpshooter in the future. Although his marksmanship wasn't bad now, he actually scored 29 points.
Seeing the young man's result, the Red Gloves were instantly overjoyed. Belar smiled so widely that his eyes narrowed. This was because being able to get 29 points meant that if Long Xinghui wanted to win, he would also have to get 29 points. This would mostly depend on luck, and it might even be related to one's condition on that day. Who could guarantee that they would be confident?
Jiang Cheng thought about it and decided to go for the fifth game himself. After all, if it was someone else, it was very likely that they would lose!
Jiang Cheng stepped forward and came to the shooting point. He grabbed the pistol from the table beside him and looked at it carefully.
When Bellaire and the other Red Gloves Society members saw that Jiang Cheng had personally gone up, they all focused their attention on him. After all, as a gang leader, one only needed to be smart, have high emotional intelligence, and be ruthless. Could it be that Jiang Cheng had done a lot of research on guns himself?
Jiang Cheng grabbed the gun and checked it. After confirming that there were no problems, he raised his head and smiled at Bellaire and the others. Then, he immediately raised the gun and fired! "Pa Pa Pa" Three consecutive gunshots rang out. He was also using direct aim. That speed was even faster than the red-haired teenager from before!
The Red Gloves Society members and the red-haired teenager were stunned. The aura that Jiang Cheng exuded before he fired was really shocking. It was as if his entire person had instantly turned into a sharp knife, incomparably sharp!
Bellaire was the first to react. He immediately got his subordinates to check the target in the distance. In the end, they received an even more shocking news. All three shots were ten-point shots! The red bull 's-eye in the center had three bullet holes connected to each other, almost overlapping. This marksmanship was shocking!
In particular, the red-haired teenager named Porter stared straight at Jiang Cheng. His eyes were filled with shock. It was as if he had only just understood the principle of there being someone better out there!
When Bellaire and the others learned of the results of Jiang Cheng's shooting, they were first stunned. Then, many of them cried out in anger. However, among them, Bellaire did not say anything. His expression was frighteningly gloomy, and his eyes flashed coldly as he looked at Jiang Cheng.
"How is it? Bellaire! We, the Lung Hing Society, win three out of five. We've won this bet! "Jiang Cheng said to Bellaire with a smile.
Bellaire was silent for a moment. After a moment, she said coldly, "Even if you win the bet, with the manpower you have now, do you think it's possible to claim a place like Martin Luther's? Even if you snatch it, you won't be able to defend it. When the time comes, you must be careful of people causing trouble! "As he said that, he revealed a sinister smile.
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes. Bellaire's words seemed to imply that even if the Lung Hing Society snatched the territory, he would still send people to cause trouble! Looking at her, Jiang Cheng said coldly, "If anyone dares to cause trouble in our Lung Hing Society's territory, I'll naturally teach them a lesson. However, even if I can't handle it, the Red Gloves will help me chase them away. After all, we're neighbors in the 17th Zone!"
Bellaire's expression froze. Then, she snorted coldly and did not say anything.
Just as the members of the two gangs were about to part on bad terms, Alice suddenly appeared accompanied by her bodyguards. She looked at the two camps in astonishment and the three to four hundred people who were glaring at each other angrily. She then swept her gaze across the crowd and accurately located Jiang Cheng's position. She immediately ran over excitedly.
"Brother Jiang Cheng! ~ ~" Alice ran forward and hugged Jiang Cheng's arm as she called out sweetly.
In a situation where so many ferocious people were glaring at each other, Alice was not afraid at all. On the contrary, the moment they saw Alice's figure, Bellaire and the others were stunned. They stared straight at Alice with fear in their eyes.
Being stared at by so many people, Alice frowned slightly. She turned around to look at Bellaire, then shouted in surprise, "Bellaire, why is it you? What are you doing here?! " Just as she finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something. She frowned and stared at Bellaire with a look of disgust. "Don't tell me you're here to cause trouble for the Lung Hing Society?"
Bellaire immediately smiled bitterly and bowed in a very gentlemanly manner. "Princess Alice, long time no see. There's no such thing. The Red Gloves and the Lung Hing Society are partners."
Bellaire felt bitter in his mouth. Although he had heard that Alice seemed to have a good impression of Jiang Cheng, he did not expect it to progress to this extent. Just now, when Alice hugged Jiang Cheng, her intimate actions and tone made his scalp go numb. It was because of fear! If Alice complained to that lord, the Red Gloves would be dead meat!
When the brothers of the Lung Hing Society saw this scene, they were all stunned. Alice actually knew the leader of the Red Gloves, Bellaire. Furthermore, Bellaire was respectful to Alice and even called her princess. What was going on?
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