Gao Wanfu's red Ma Liu, the Minnan people don't know where to get it, and Zhang Mengwanglong's black gold cup, killed at the agreed place in the northern suburbs of Qingdao.

"Fatty, you wait at the door, if you dare to slip away, you will be miserable if we don't die." Gong San'er scared Gao Wanfu who was driving.

Gao Wanfu said with a panicked face: "Gongye, where do I dare, even if the sky falls, I will wait there." ”

"Don't just say it." Gong San'er cocked Erlang's legs with a look of disdain.

Gao Wanfu nodded vigorously, his fancy intestines were like a kindergarten trick in front of Gong San'er.

"I'm so nervous." Mako stretched her waist and said.

"You are nervous, and you don't need to fight and kill, it's good not to treat you as a bodhisattva." Gong San'er said again.

"You're so wide." Xia Chunjuan glanced at Gong San'er, who sincerely couldn't get along with him, and gradually saw the dilapidated factory that appeared in the field of vision, even she was a hostage who became nervous, this kind of scene may not be seen by ordinary people in their lives.

The three cars stopped in turn, and everyone went down, this wilderness is the best place to kill people and hide corpses, what kind of calculation is the red dog making, I believe that each of them knows it, but in the face of one knife after another, how should they retreat? Maybe you can't retreat, that is, in this kind of inability to retreat, the little people slowly become big people, but along the way, how many bones are left.

Pushing open the rusty door, what caught my eye was the red dog sitting in a broken car, there were only two people around him, two young people who were also dressed in non-mainstream clothes, there seemed to be no outlaw spirit, and the aura was not even comparable to these Hokkien people who had licked knives.

"Where is the change of hands?" Zhao Kuangchao and a few people walked into the factory and looked at the three of them with Red Dog.

The red dog's evil face smiled, snapped his fingers from the air, and the two bastards who were also dressed in exaggerated clothes pressed out the sixth master who had completely lost his original momentum, messy hair, long beard, and looked at Zhao Kuang with blank eyes.

"You release people first, this is your territory, and we don't dare to play any tricks." After Zhao Kuangchao confirmed that this person was the sixth master, he spoke.

"What kind of tricks? What tricks don't you dare? Red Dog laughed exaggeratedly, on the second floor, in the warehouse, and in the abandoned factory behind him, a large group of bastards with fierce faces with mountain knives poured out.

There seems to be no suspense about the number seven people against the hundreds of people, Zhao Kuang expected that the red dog would turn his face, but he didn't expect that he would come hard as soon as he came up.

The back road was also blocked, but the man in black leather had already pulled Gao Wanfu off Ma Liu with a knife, and the tip of the knife was gently pierced into Gao Wanfu's fat neck, and Gao Wanfu's pig-like cry came out in the wilderness, and the man in leather looked disdainful, and he directly stunned Gao Wanfu with a slap, and walked step by step in front of many men.

"Chang Rin, are you also interfering in this matter?" Wang Lung frowned, the situation was worse than he had imagined, they were not only facing Red Dog, but also another Eleven-Evil person, and he didn't expect that the white vulture, who had always been cunning, would join forces with Red Dog.

"I'm just a pawn, the white eagle asked me to come over as a gun, and I don't have a choice, Wang Long, don't blame me for not being difficult with the old feelings, it will make your death look better, do you think Eleven is so active?" Chang Rin said emotionlessly.

"People, do you pay or not." Red Dog jumped out of the abandoned car and said word by word, while many hideous thugs slowly surrounded him.

Zhao Kuang looked at the pale pockmarked child with a frightened face, and gently pushed it out, it may be silly to do so, because now the pockmarked child is the only one they can use, but who can guarantee that this red dog will not jump off the wall in a hurry, if you don't wait for the red dog to come hard, this pockcase will inevitably suffer.

Wang Lung didn't understand a little, and after a while, he figured out something, but Ma Nu glanced at Zhao Kuang in distraction, maybe this society is not so fun, and it will take away some things that he doesn't want to lose, and take it away forever.

"Count you as a kid, but you still have to die today, and you have to die." The red dog laughed and said, the green hair next to him tied up the reluctant hemp woman and pulled him to the side of the sixth master who was already desperate and gagged, guarding the door like a god.

"What are the odds?" Gong San'er suddenly said this, and this young master is ready to fight.

"Five?" Zhang Meng said roughly.

Gong San'er shook her head.

"Four?"

Gong San'er still shook his head.

Zhang Meng's expression was not very good: "Two points? ”

Gong San'er still shook his head.

"One point." Zhang Meng stretched out a finger with an effort. Wang Lung suddenly patted Zhang Meng's shoulder and said, "It's ten!" ”

The three Hokkien people muttered a few more words, glanced at Wang Long, and directly took out their knives and rushed towards Chang Rin and his gang.

Here Zhang Meng clenched the mountain knife that he had prepared earlier, the physique and the face that gradually turned red, like a killing god, Gong San'er played with a black cloth dagger in his hand, dazzling, but in the end, it was not a flower posture, only the person who really experienced the sharpness of this dagger knew in his heart that Wang Lung was barehanded, took off his coat, and revealed his strong muscles, which was more deterrent than any weapon, only Zhao Kuang had no body, no knife, and no so-called gun, just gently unscrewed the lid of the wine jug, and took a small sip, as if I was afraid that I was afraid of running away from the aroma of wine, I quickly covered it again.

The three Hokkien people were not ordinary and violent, and for a while, their flesh and blood were splashed, and they blocked this group of men.

If there is no road, then fight your way out, a battle with a few vicious wolves against a pack of mad dogs.

"Do you smoke?" Zhang Meng took out a box of crumpled Yuxi, Wang Lung shook his head, Gong San'er took one, and directly clamped it to his ear without pumping, this young master rushed out like this, like a scarred old wolf, although his body was skinny like a green onion, but his mouth was the most vicious.

The shouting of killing resounded throughout the factory, a suspense death match between a hundred and dozens of people against seven people, the red dog squatted aside, looking at the battlefield from a distance, no accident, no one dared to rush up after falling a dozen people, after all, more people do not mean all, no one is a fool, even if he offers a reward of 10 million, it is estimated that there are only a few desperate people to go up, after all, whoever is on the side is sent to death, and there is no chance to save this thing.

Lighting this Marlboro, Red Dog felt the beauty of this world, and the thug with a fist stab next to him silently blended into the crowd, and the real battle had just begun.

Who is the most fierce among the four, of course, is a slashing Zhang Meng, this guy weighs nearly two hundred pounds, plus a horizontal face, the mountain knife in his hand seems to be able to cut anything, and there is a feeling of bullying kindergarten children from a distance. The second one is Wang Lung, only when he was caught by Wang Lung, it must be a broken arm and a broken leg, there is no suspense, the two big hands are like pliers, and the third is Gong San'er, don't look at the virtue of this little person, specifically touch the neck, and the little dagger is also elusive. The most lethal is of course Zhao Kuangran, as if he was doing radio gymnastics, but none of the people who were hit by this guy's punch could get up again.

The gangsters fell one after another, some people were frightened, some people were red-eyed, Zhang Meng shook off a gangster with a knife, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his waist, a yellow-haired gangster smiled evilly at him, and the fist stabbing was almost all in Zhang Meng's waist, and before Zhang Meng waved the knife, this good yellow hair dodged out.

"Little b, dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu." Zhang Meng covered his bleeding waist and rushed up directly, but this yellow hair was obviously not stupid enough to fight hard with Zhang Meng, and hid directly in the crowd, and a few gangsters blocked Zhang Meng's way, just when Zhang Meng threw away a few gangsters, there was a solid sneak attack by Huang Mao, Rao is Zhang Meng's physique, he can't bear these two stabs, but Zhang Meng knows better than anyone that if he falls now, he will be hacked to death with a knife.

"Mengzi, you go back first, and I'll deal with this yellow hair." Wang Lung appeared like a savior, blocking in front of Zhang Meng, not giving Zhang Meng the slightest chance to refuse, and rushed out directly towards the yellow hair. The so-called crowd tactics are like this, people are not machines, they will become more and more courageous, but they can't be driven for a lifetime, and there will always be times when they are tired.

Zhang Meng killed out of the battle group, the wound on his waist kept flowing, it seemed that Huang Mao's fist stabbed specially made a bleeding mouth, and his huge body finally couldn't withstand the harassment of a few gangsters, and he was stubbornly guarding in the corner, Zhao Kuangchao was also surrounded by a group, and it was difficult to move an inch, Gong San'er was okay, and he had quietly approached the owner and hemp girl who were guarded by the green hair who was playing with a butterfly knife.

"Ganlin Niang, I can't hold it." The head of Minnan shouted, but obviously there will be no savior, everyone is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect themselves, and a wolf is difficult to fight a group of dogs.

After a few blows, Zhao Kuangran also felt that his physical fitness was close to the limit, and he was still far away from the red dog squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette, so far that even if he tried his best, he might not be able to get close, and touched the swaying wine jug, the so-called thief captured the king first, and killed the heads of a group of dogs, although it could not be fatal with one blow, but it was okay to scare the dog guts of a few dogs.