When Luo Shan's more than a dozen younger brothers heard his boss's order, they rushed towards Lin Bei with iron rods and machetes one by one, and Luo Shan took the lead in waving the iron rod and hit Lin Bei.

Due to Luo Shan's extremely fast speed, before everyone could react, the cold iron rod was about to fall on Lin Bei's head, and Yang Yu on the side suddenly roared angrily: "Luo Shan!

But Luo Shan is already red-eyed, where can he care about Yang Yu's threat, at this point, it seems that Yang Yu will not let go of himself at all, and he will not be able to pull a cushion before he dies. Luo Shan relied on his ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness to get to this day in the dark night of Jiangcheng, and it was obviously impossible to let him sit and wait for death.

Lin Bei didn't expect Luo Shan to shoot directly at him, although his physical fitness was pretty good, but no matter how good his kung fu was, he was afraid that the kitchen knife was not, and it was obviously unrealistic for him to follow Luo Shan, who was holding an iron rod and looked like he was dying.

Looking at the attacking iron rod, Lin Bei couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block it, and closed his eyes reflexively.

"Bang!"

A palpitating impact sound sounded, like the sound of an iron rod smashing on the flesh, Lin Bei, who was ready to be injured, rushed to open his eyes a little strangely, the imaginary pain did not come, and after a closer look, a calloused palm was blocked in front of him, Song Zhihong was holding the iron rod in Luo Shan's hand at the moment, but there was no trace of pain on his face, and a pair of eyes were looking at Luo Shan coldly.

Luo Shan obviously didn't expect that his full force blow would be easily blocked by the sturdy man in front of him, and a touch of shock crossed his heart, but he didn't think much about it, he just pulled the iron rod he was holding with a fierce face, but found that the iron rod seemed to be welded to the man's hand, and he pulled it back vigorously and didn't move at all.

Song Zhihong was secretly vigilant as early as when Luo Shan and others came in, and his years of military career have trained him not only to have excellent physical fitness, but also to have the vigilance of a cheetah and a good kung fu of fists and feet.

At the moment when Luo Shan made a move, Song Zhihong almost did the same, Lin Bei is now his nobleman, and as Lin Bei's subordinate, he can't let him be hurt at all no matter what.

Holding Luo Shan's iron rod with one hand, Song Zhihong was not idle with the other hand, and a grappling hand pressed Luo Shan's to the ground.

The dozen or so younger brothers behind Luo Shan saw that their boss was pressed to the ground by others, and they couldn't help but be beaten at the same time, but they didn't dare to rush forward anymore.

At this time, Luo Shan, who was pressed to the ground, turned a little pale because of the pain, looked at his subordinates and shouted loudly: "Give it to me, don't worry about me, there are few of them, if anyone dares to run, your whole family will have to bury me for me." ”

Song Zhihong couldn't help but face when he heard Luo Shan's cruel words, and his hand was slightly strained, only to hear a crisp sound from Luo Shan's arms, Luo Shan suddenly screamed, his two arms suddenly hung down softly, and Song Zhihong actually removed the joints on Luo Shan's arms at this time.

At this time, when several thugs with iron rods and machetes heard Luo Shan's words, their faces changed in unison, and they immediately rushed towards Lin Bei with a ruthless face.

Song Zhihong picked up the iron rod in Luo Shan's hand and swung it towards the head of a gangster who rushed to the front, only to hear a bang, and this time it really hit the gangster, only to see that the little gangster suddenly fell to the ground with a bloody head, and it seemed that he would not survive if he had more breath and less breath.

Seeing this, the rest of the gangsters suddenly stopped again, and they all looked at Song Zhihong with changed faces, they all saw Song Zhihong's shot just now, almost so fast that the little gangster was smashed on the head before he could react.

Lin Bei on the side couldn't help but glance at Song Zhihong, this man who usually looked honest, actually asked for a life as soon as he made a move, and couldn't help but look at Song Zhihong in his heart.

The remaining gangsters also slowly besieged the city at this time, surrounding Lin Bei and others in the middle, no matter how powerful Song Zhihong is, there is only one person, as long as he subdues any of the remaining two people, Song Zhihong probably won't dare to resist anymore, then his side will win.

At this time, Yang Yu picked up a long machete in his hand from the half-dead little gangster, shook his hand and spit out phlegm, and said fiercely: "Old Song, even if the two of us are desperate today, we must ensure the safety of the little young master, as long as we can get out alive, we will be prosperous in the future." ”

Song Zhihong was not excited by Yang Yu's words, but nodded calmly, and said lightly: "Mr. Yang, you will be responsible for protecting the little master later, and I will leave the rest to me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the few thugs around the side took the lead and rushed directly towards Lin Luo, obviously they were not stupid to know that this young man was the most important person here, as long as they took this young man, the remaining two would not be afraid.

But how could Song Zhihong let them get their wish, only to see a figure moving towards a cheetah-like agile pace, directly towards the few thugs who rushed over, and before the thugs had time to wave the weapon in their hands, they smashed him to the spot, and then they fought with these thugs neatly, almost every time the iron rod was swung out, an unlucky thug fell.

The rest of the gangsters also took advantage of Song Zhihong's lack of skills at this time, and rushed towards Lin Bei from the other side with machetes one by one, Yang Yu's face was also full of nervousness at this time, and his legs couldn't help but tremble a little, but when he thought of Lin Bei's identity, his heart was horizontal, so he directly met a few gangsters who rushed over.

Yang Yu looked at the fat body, but at this time it was extremely flexible, regardless of life and death, he waved the machete indiscriminately and actually blocked a few thugs, but Yang Yu was also cut out of wounds one by one, and after a while, it looked like a blood gourd, but fortunately, Yang Yu was fat and fat, and the thick fat resisted many deadly attacks.

Looking at Yang Yu, who was covered in blood, Lin Bei couldn't help but secretly feel anxious, he definitely didn't dare to rush forward to help, if he went to help, he wouldn't be able to help, it would only attract all the firepower, but it would cause Song Song Zhihong and Nurture to be distracted.