Everyone fought from the second floor to the first floor, and on the second floor, Chen Fan and others could still defend by virtue of their geographical advantage to occupy the high ground.

After arriving on the first floor, the geographical advantage was completely gone, there were many people on the opposite side, Xiao Hei and others led the team to fight, everyone shouted up, less than two minutes, most of Chen Fan's side fell in a pool of blood, only Chen Fan, Chen Gang, Camel, and Huizi were holding on.

"Chen Fan, didn't you say that you have a back hand? Chen Gang covered his face with his left hand, and asked Chen Fan with a pale face.

"Hold on, it's coming, it's coming!" Chen Fan explained in his mouth, and kept waving the kitchen knife in his hand that had already been curled.

"Kneel down for Lao Tzu, Nyima" Chen Fan was negligent and was smashed to his knee by Xiao Hei with a steel pipe.

"Hiss"

Chen Fan gasped in pain, and his right leg couldn't bear the heavy blow and fell to his knees.

"I'll kill you!" Seeing this, Chen Gang didn't care about the countless steel pipes and machetes behind him, and the kitchen knife in his hand slashed at Xiao Hei's neck.

"Peng"

"You get down on my knees too. Zhang Li picked up a steel pipe from the side and smashed it directly on Chen's right hand with a knife, making a muffled sound.

Chen Gang's right hand was originally peeled open, and the kitchen knife came out of his hand after being smashed by the tension steel pipe.

Just when Chen Fan and the others were about to give up resistance, the two Jinbei cars stopped rudely at the door of the night bar, and as the car door opened, ten big men came down from the two cars, and each of the ten people had a welded iron gun in their hands.

The iron spear is a sharp dagger welded on the front section of the steel pipe, which can be used as a steel pipe and a dagger, with strong lethality and great power.

The person who led the team among the ten people is called Yang Zihong, who is the brother Chen Fan met in the years after he fled, Yang Zihong is a native of L City, about 1.8 meters tall, weighs more than 200 catties, and is covered in tendon flesh.

After Yang Zihong got out of the car, he led the team directly into the charming bar at night, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Chen Fan, are you still alive? Yang Zihong reacted very quickly and shouted.

"You're finally here, and when you see that everyone is down for me, I can't get out. Chen Fan heard Yang Zihong's shout and shouted urgently.

"Rush inside, my brother will go inside, and break them up in one turn. Yang Zihong heard that Chen Fan was in a worrying situation, greeted his partner behind him, and took the lead in rushing towards the crowd.

"Nyima, get out of here. Yang Zihong rushed to the periphery of the crowd and shouted, and before the outermost guy could react, he was directly hit on the head with a gun, and his eyes were black and he fainted.

"There are rescuers on the other side, coming from the periphery. There was a commotion in the crowd, and a guy rushed towards Yang Zihong with a shout.

"Are you an opponent?" Yang Zihong stared at his eyes and kicked the other party's chest, the other party felt like he had been hit by a car, and flew up directly, fell into the crowd, and smashed several guys along the way.

"You're pretending to be a **. Another guy didn't admit defeat, and the machete in his hand slashed at Yang Zihong's head, Yang Zihong dodged sideways, and stabbed the gun in his hand directly into the opponent's thigh.

"Ahh

The guy on the other side let out a miserable scream, and the others listened to it with horror.

"Who else? I'm Nyima, the people of Y County are at such a level?" Yang Zihong pulled out his spear, and the head of the gun was stabbed at the crowd, as long as he was stabbed once, he would lose his combat effectiveness directly.

The machete is cut out of the skin trauma, so as not to lose combat effectiveness, and the gun is pierced in the body is a blood hole, the wound is small, but deep, and sometimes even directly pierced through.

After Yang Zihong stabbed four or five guys in a row, the crowd dispersed, and no one dared to approach.

"Nyima, where did the people come from, who dared to stop our Lin clan from doing things?" Xiao Hei saw the crowd scattering and rushed forward with stiff hair.

"Lin's mother, your mother. After Yang Zihong raised his left hand to resist Xiao Hei's steel pipe, he directly reached out and grabbed it, and Xiao Hei couldn't pull it out after a few hard strokes.

"Poof, poof. ”

Yang Zihong raised the gun without blinking, and hit Xiao Hei's stomach twice, Xiao Hei let go of the steel pipe, covered his stomach and fell to the ground, his body twitched.

"Where the fuck is this stupid, run. Everyone looked at Xiao Hei's convulsive body and finally felt scared, and ran out of the bar.

"Don't run, them. Seeing this, Xie Biao finally couldn't help it and took the lead in trying to fight back.

Fighting in a group is like this, as long as one person takes the lead in running, others will also run when they see this, one person will take the lead, someone will follow, and the soldiers will instigate one, and they will be instigated, Xie Biao deeply understands this truth, and he also knows that if he loses tonight and retreats, it will be the face of the entire Lin family, so not only Xie Biao took the lead, but even Gu Feng and Zheng Long moved.

"Lao Tzu is running for the death penalty today, I'm Nyima. Yang Zihong saw Chen Fan lying on the ground covered with blood, and was furious, and walked over to Xie Biao.

"Rubbing"

Xie Biaolun picked up the machete and slashed at Yang Zihong's shoulder.

"Poof, poof. ”

Yang Zihong didn't dodge, and raised the gun to Xie Biao's stomach twice.

"Nyima, Lao Tzu asked you to do it first, you only dare to cut off your shoulder. Yang Zihong grabbed Xie Biao's machete with one hand, pulled out a spear and stabbed it at Xie Biao's chest.

"Old Xie. Gu Feng grabbed Xie Biao's clothes and dragged them back, piercing Xie Biao's clothes with a gun.

"Nyima, you're the underworld. Yang Zihong threw away Xie Biao's machete, raised his gun and stabbed it at Xie Biao's chest again.

"Bang Dang"

Gu Feng was so anxious that he slashed at Yang Zihong's spear and saved Xie Biao's life again.

"Lie down for me, Nyima. Yang Zihong brought a guy to take advantage of the moment when Gu Feng couldn't regain his strength, raised the spear and stabbed it directly at Gu Feng's thigh, revealing the tip of the spear from the other side of the thigh.

"Ah, I'm Nyima!" Gu Feng was almost fainting in pain, and he raised his knife and slashed at the young man's neck.

Seeing that the guy couldn't dodge, Yang Zihong directly reached out and took Gu Feng's machete.

"you!" The young man was shocked and sweaty, and with a fierce force, he directly pulled out the pistol, and when the pistol was pulled out, he took off a piece of flesh and blood.

Gu Feng's strength was drained in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Nyima, go to the trunk and get a gun, crash him, crash him. Gu Feng shouted at the crowd as if he had lost his mind.

"I'll kill you first!" When Yang Zihong heard the sound, he raised his gun and was about to stab Gu Feng's neck.

"The police are coming, run, run!" The sound of sirens came from outside, and everyone ran towards the door in one fell swoop, scattering in all directions.

Yang Zihong's movements in his hands turned around and ran towards Chen Fan, ready to pick up Chen Fan and run together.

"Zihong, Zihong, take your people through the back door, I can't go, it's not clear if you go, you run." Chen Fan said anxiously to Yangtze Zihong.

"Let's go, let's go. Yang Zihong ran towards the back door with Chen Fan on his back.

"I'm the person in charge of the store, you can run wherever I can. Chen Fan struggled to come down.

Seeing this, Yang Zihong put down Chen Fan and said quickly, "Call back, don't worry, you are going to die, I will definitely avenge you." ”

After saying that, he quickly ran towards the back door with his former brother.

Chen Fan watched Yang Zihong go out the back door, his nervous mood suddenly relaxed a lot, he took out a cigarette from his pocket tremblingly, lit it and took a deep breath to relieve the pain on his body.

"Damn, you Lin Clan can't do it either, just such a little ability?" Chen Fan said as he looked at Xie Biao and the others who were also crawling on the ground.

"Lao Tzu will definitely kill you, sooner or later!" Xie Biao covered his lower abdomen and scolded hysterically.

"Hehe" Chen Fan laughed dryly twice and raised his middle finger at Xie Biao.