The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 38 The bloody battle on the long street

On the long street, Chen Zhengwei looked up and saw that there was not even a moon in the sky, not to mention the sparse stars.

The sky was covered tightly with dark clouds, and the air was filled with gloom, making people wish it would rain quickly so that they could feel more comfortable.

There was no light on the entire long street except for the dim oil lamps hanging outside the shops on both sides.

"No wonder you come here at this time!" Chen Zhengwei stood in the middle of the road, holding a revolver in his right hand and the goose-feather knife in his left hand tapping the ground, making a slight crisp sound.

He guessed that the other party was afraid that he would shoot, so he came over when it was darkest.

Although there was still some light on both sides, it became dark about ten meters away.

"Senior Brother, what is this?" Li Xiwen came closer to Chen Zhengwei, with a look of uneasiness on his young face.

He had never encountered such a situation before.

At this time, the young and strong men around were all holding short axes, and they were full of murderous aura.

There were some pedestrians on the street originally, but when they saw Chen Zhengwei and his group pouring out of the casino, they immediately left quickly.

"Someone is coming to chop me down, Junior Brother, you won't just watch someone chop down your brother, right?"

"Give my junior brother two axes!" Chen Zhengwei laughed and called out.

Someone immediately stuffed two hatchets into Li Xiwen's hands.

"Brother Wei, do you want a gun?" Rong Jiacai came over and asked.

"If someone tells you not to use your hands, will you still bite them to death with your teeth?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

He has eight guns now, why not use them?
He distributed five of them to his subordinates, and he kept two Wesson Model 1873 revolvers drawn from the system and a Winchester .

At the same time, dense footsteps were heard on the street ahead.

Lan Yarong and Fan Shu from Danshan Hall led seventy or eighty people, all holding short axes, walking on the street with murderous intent.

"You always think you can fight, but the other side has only more than 20 people and they have cleared out Heshun Hall. You'd better not be weak later!" Lan Yarong walked in front of the crowd and said to Fan Shu who was not far away.

There was a hint of provocation and sarcasm in his words.

"Just wait, I will definitely chop them to death today!" Sweet Potato was suddenly furious.

"Then I'll just wait and see."

Rotten Tooth Rong grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

At the same time, he winked at his men around him, asking them to be more careful and let Fanshu and the others rush in the front.

Several people around him nodded.

Then they saw a group of people standing on the long street, most of them were wearing black suits. Leading the group was a young man in a suit with a gun in his hand.

Lan Yarong waved his hand from ten meters away, and the people around him stopped immediately.

This distance can be reached in two or three seconds at most, and even if the opponent shoots, he can only fire one or two shots.

Lan Yarong glanced at them and cursed in his heart: Damn, why are there so many people?

He had asked around before and found out that there were only about twenty people on the other side.

But now there are forty people standing there.

But it was just a little unexpected. He and Fanshu brought more than half of the people from Danshan Hall this time, a total of one hundred people.

Kill one of each! Especially since most of the opponents are injured.

He also found out how Heshuntang lost. The other party went to talk to Zhigoutian first, and took the opportunity to capture Zhigoutian. Then Heshuntang's Daye was shot to death by the other party.

Afterwards, Heshun Hall became a mess and was directly defeated by the other side.

"Are you their boss?" Lan Yarong looked Chen Zhengwei up and down, then stared at the gun in his hand and sneered: "If I were you, I would put the gun away."

"You don't think you're the only one with a gun, do you? Or are you made of iron? If you break the rules, even if you're not hacked to death today, you'll be robbed and killed on the street someday!"

boom!
Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and fired a shot, but although Lan Yarong was not good at other things, his reaction was not slow. He had been staring at the gun in Chen Zhengwei's hand, and when he saw Chen Zhengwei raise his hand, he immediately dived into the crowd.

Then he started to curse: "He really doesn't know what's good for him, kill him!"

"Chop it for me!" Fanshu had a ferocious look on his face. He swung the axe forward in one hand, and the thugs beside him rushed up directly.

Chen Zhengwei sneered and waved his hand. Yan Qingyou and others took out guns from their pockets and fired directly at each other.

Following a burst of gunfire, white smoke filled the air in front of everyone, and four people fell directly from the opposite side.

With so many fewer people than the other side, only a fool would not use guns. If Chen Zhengwei's men had twice as many people as the other side, he would also tell the other side to fight with knives together.

However, before they could fire the second shot, the enemy had already rushed in front of them.

The two sides collided with a loud bang.

"Kill these bastards!" Chen Zhengwei shouted angrily, and dodged a flying axe by turning his head. A scream came from behind him.

Chen Zhengwei swung the goose-feather knife in his hand directly.

It is said that an inch longer is an inch stronger. The goose-feather knife in Chen Zhengwei's hand is one meter long, more than twice as long as the hand axe, and he is very strong, so one arm flew out directly. Chen Zhengwei raised his foot to kick the man away, and then slashed with another knife horizontally, directly cutting off a head.

Other people around also started fighting each other. Li Xiwen looked at the Axe Man rushing towards him. The ferocious look on the other's face made him nervous.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and used the axe to block the opponent's axe.

The axe in the other hand struck the opponent's neck like lightning, and then suddenly stopped.

Li Xiwen still failed to chop down, as the opponent cursed and kicked him, as if he was determined to fight to the death with Li Xiwen.

Street fights are like this, with blood boiling on both sides, blood flying everywhere and screams ringing out, and everyone's nerves are on edge, with no time to think about anything else.

Except for our own people, everyone else is our mortal enemy. How could we possibly hold back?

Li Xiwen raised his leg and stepped on the opponent's calf. He turned the axe handle in his hand and hit the opponent's shoulder with the back of the axe, then swept the opponent down with one kick.

However, just as he knocked down one person, two more people came over with ferocious faces and axes in hand.

By the time Li Xiwen knocked down the two men, Chen Zhengwei had already rushed five or six meters away.

He killed almost everyone with his sword. Wherever he passed, the people from Danshan Hall either fell to the ground with their hands on their necks, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, or were almost disemboweled and lying on the ground wailing.

Chen Zhengwei's eyes were full of excitement, and he stared with a grim smile at a man about 1.7 meters tall and with an extremely strong physique not far away.

It was Sweet Shu. Although Chen Zhengwei didn’t know his name, he remembered this person.

Then he raised the pistol in his right hand.

The opponent blocked the axe that Chen Zhengshi was chopping down and punched Chen Zhengshi in the face, causing stars to appear in Chen Zhengshi's eyes.

Then he chopped Chen Zhengshi on the chest with an axe, blood splattered, and then he raised the axe again, and it seemed that Chen Zhengshi was about to be chopped to death by the axe.

boom!
One of Sweet Potato's eyes became a hole and the back of his head was cracked.

The whole person fell down without even a sound.

Chen Zhengshi rushed over with a ferocious look on his face and chopped Fanshu's neck with another axe. After chopping off his head several times in a row, he felt his whole body go weak.

Just now he thought he was dead.

"Brother, be careful!" Yan Qingyou used the axe as a hammer and knocked down another person. Then he looked up and saw someone aiming a gun at Chen Zhengwei.

When Chen Zhengwei heard the sound, he shrank his body without thinking, and then he heard a gunshot.

Not far away, a young and strong man from the Yan family was shot and fell to the ground.

Chen Zhengwei turned his head and looked around, and immediately saw Ran Yarong who was pressing down the hammer.

Judging from the opponent's position, even if Chen Zhengwei had not dodged just now, he might not be able to hit Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei rushed towards the other party with a grim smile on his face, raised his hand and shot Lan Yarong in the chest.

Then he threw the gun away, bent down to avoid the axe that was coming towards his neck, held the knife with both hands and cut the opponent's stomach, then stood up and kicked one of the men more than a meter away.

He rushed in front of Lan Yarong and stabbed him with a knife.

Ran Yarong had just been shot and felt severe pain in his chest.

Just as he was about to run, he saw Chen Zhengwei pouncing on him like a tiger, and he was immediately terrified.

He was really like a ferocious tiger, full of viciousness and determination to choose anyone to eat. Just facing the other person made one feel afraid.

However, before he could make any other move, Chen Zhengwei stabbed him in the stomach.

Chen Zhengwei pulled out his knife and stabbed it into Ran Yarong's chest again.

"Damn it, a fight in the family, huh? I'll fight your mother!" Chen Zhengwei had a ferocious look on his face and kicked Lan Yarong out.

Several of Lan Yarong's men around were frightened by Chen Zhengwei's brutality and did not dare to step forward for a while.

Chen Zhengwei turned around and saw hundreds of people fighting each other, with someone falling down every minute and every second.

The shouts and screams merged into one.

Blood continued to flow along the road.

"Their boss is dead, kill these idiots!" After Chen Zhengwei said this, he pulled out a gun and shot at an axeman not far away.

Following this sound, the people in Danshan Hall suddenly became confused.

Boom!

With a thunderbolt, the heavy rain finally fell.

　It's a bit too miserable... I took my elderly family member to the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine for treatment. The registration fee was 1000 yuan, not to mention the 500 yuan scalper fee.

　　It turned out that the patient was not feeling well and the consultation had to be postponed for two more days, and would only be seen on Thursday.

　　I have to stay here for a few more days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)