Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The two exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.

Qiangzi attacked from the front, while Achang circled around to the flank, forming a pincer movement.

"kill!"

Qiangzi roared, gripped the watermelon knife tightly with both hands, and chopped it straight at Jiezi's forehead!

At the same time, Ah Chang swung his steel pipe and swept it across Jie Zai's waist and ribs from the right!

The blade and steel pipe gleamed coldly in the sunlight, blocking all of Jie's escape routes from above and below!

They had practiced this move countless times and had never made a mistake!

However, facing this double attack from both sides, Jay, with his hands behind his back, didn't even blink.

Just as the weapon was about to fall, Jay moved.

His body suddenly sank, his feet slightly shifted, and he slipped through the gap between the two attacks like a slippery eel!

"call--"

The watermelon knife missed its mark, barely grazing his scalp!

"Whoosh—"

The steel pipe swept past his back!

The two men couldn't stop their momentum, and their weapons almost collided.

"Useless." Jay had already stood behind them, his voice icy.

"Again."

"Fuck your mother!"

Enraged, Achang turned around and slammed his stick down.

Jay dodged to the side with ease, simultaneously tripping the other side lightly with his foot—

"thump!"

Achang couldn't stop his momentum and was tripped, so he fell face-first into the gravel, his face covered in blood.

Before Qiangzi could react, Jiezi had already circled around to his side.

Qiangzi swung his knife wildly, without any strategy, completely blinded by rage.

Jay still had his hands behind his back, as if he were strolling leisurely.

Dodge to the left, dodge to the right, retreat, or sidestep.

Each time, it perfectly avoided the blade; each time, it seemed as if it had been meticulously calculated.

Achang got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his face, and rejoined the battle.

The two exchanged blows, wielding knives and sticks, fighting fiercely, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of Jie's clothes.

On the contrary, Jay would occasionally stick out his foot and gently trip them, or lean on their shoulder, causing the two of them to stumble several steps.

This isn't a fight.

They're clearly walking the dog!

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding security personnel burst into laughter.

"These are the West City Duo? I think they're the West City Duo of Idiots!"

Go home and play in the mud!

The two exchanged a glance and then surprisingly began to coordinate tactical maneuvers.

Qiangzi's eyes were sinister as he gripped his watermelon knife and launched a feigned attack from the front, while Achang, carrying a steel pipe, circled around to the rear, trying to block Jiezi's retreat.

"Hey, not bad, you even have tactics?"

Jay had a smile on his lips, his hands still behind his back, and he even yawned lazily.

"Kill him!"

Qiangzi roared and charged forward like a mad bull, his long knife aimed straight at Jiezi's face!

At the same time, Ah Chang behind him also moved, the steel pipe whistling through the air as it slammed into the back of Jie's head!

They worked together perfectly, one after the other, and it looked like both weapons were about to fall on Jay at the same time.

However, at this critical moment, Jay seemed to have gotten away with something.

Instead of retreating, he advanced. Just as the blade and steel pipe were about to touch him, he suddenly crouched down like a ghost and slid to the side!

The timing of that squat was absolutely perfect.

Qiangzi and Achang were both exerting all their strength out of anger, and their momentum was so great that they couldn't stop themselves.

With Jay disappearing, the two instantly became "comrades-in-arms" sprinting face to face.

"Holy crap—!!"

Qiangzi was terrified when he saw the person in front of him suddenly disappear, replaced by Achang's big, fleshy face. He was so scared that he almost lost his mind and it was too late to brake.

"stop--!"

Achang's eyes widened as he watched Qiangzi's face, distorted by terror, rapidly magnify.

"Bang--!"

A muffled thud.

But the sound was not the sound of weapons clashing, but rather the sound of flesh touching flesh intimately.

Qiangzi and Achang collided violently. Due to the great force of the impact, Qiangzi's watermelon knife almost sliced ​​off Achang's ear, while Achang's steel pipe nearly pierced Qiangzi's waist.

The most terrible thing is--

Perhaps it was fate, but under the immense impact, Qiangzi and Achang's two big mouths actually locked together perfectly!

"Pop! Pop!"

The two collided so hard they saw stars, and when they separated, they even made a crisp, cupping-like sound.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Immediately afterwards—

"Hahahaha!"

The entire quarry erupted in deafening laughter!

Holy crap! What an amazing love story!

"How did the 'West City Duo' become the 'West City Duo'?! Hahahaha!"

Da Zhuang laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, tears almost streaming down his face.

"Damn, I've lived for over twenty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a fight turn into a bromance!"

Qiangzi and Achang were struck dumb, and hurriedly separated, spitting frantically on the ground.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What the hell are you sticking out your tongue for?" Qiangzi said with a look of disgust.

"Ugh—!" Ah-Chang couldn't help but gag. "How many days have you not brushed your teeth? You stink!!"

The two of them looked so ridiculous, they were even more entertaining than circus clowns.

Even Bai Wei, who had been on edge the whole time, couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw this scene, her tension instantly vanishing.

The two were both ashamed and angry, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

They've been running rampant in Xicheng District for so many years, when have they ever suffered such an insult?

Shut up! Stop laughing, you son of a bitch!

Achang held up a steel pipe and pointed it at the crowd.

Qiangzi, his face flushed, grabbed a watermelon knife and charged forward again:

"I'm going to chop you up today!"

Achang roared and lunged at Jiezi.

Jay still had his hands behind his back, as if he were strolling leisurely.

Dodge to the left, sidestep, retreat, slide.

He moved with ease amidst the clash of swords and clubs between the two, occasionally making provocative gestures—for example, flicking Qiangzi's forehead with a finger while dodging; or kicking Achang in the buttocks when he swung his club, causing the burly man weighing over 200 pounds to stagger.

"Stop right there! Don't you fucking run away!"

"Don't hide if you dare!"

Did I run away?

Jay's voice held a hint of amusement, "You guys are too slow."

Qiangzi and Achang were panting heavily and covered in sweat, but they didn't even touch a single hair on Jiezi's head. Instead, they almost bumped into each other several times.

This feeling of powerlessness is more despairing than being beaten up.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Bai Wei, standing beside her, watched this scene, which resembled a cat playing with a mouse. Although she felt relieved, she was still a little anxious.

She gently nudged Chen Feng with her arm: "Chen Feng, that's enough, we need to get down to business."

Chen Feng nodded, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped it out, then winked at Jiezi in the room.

Upon receiving the order, Jie's expression changed instantly.

If he was a cat toying with a mouse just now, then at this moment, he is a wolf baring its fangs.

When Ah Chang swung the stick at him again, Jiezi stopped dodging.

He suddenly dodged to the side, and his right hand, which had been behind his back, finally moved.

Lightning fast!

"Snapped!"

A loud slap landed heavily on Achang's fleshy face.

The slap was so powerful that it sent the 200-pound Achang spinning around on the spot, half of his face swelling up instantly, and several bloody teeth flying out.

Immediately afterwards, Jiezi delivered a roundhouse kick, his military boot slamming into Qiangzi's chest like a hammer as he charged forward.

"Snap!"

The sound of the sternum cracking was clearly audible.

Qiangzi was sent flying three or four meters away, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and unable to get up again.