Lee Kuan Yew didn't feel the pain from the many wounds on his body, but the blood was slowly flowing, but it was exhausting his energy, and the knife he swung out of his hand became more and more difficult, and even the support of his body seemed to be a little difficult, and his eyes were blurred, as if he had an urge to pass out.

This is the headquarters of the Boxer Hall, at this moment, the knife club has broken into more than a dozen people, most of them have fallen, and the remaining few people are all surrounded together, tightly surrounded by hundreds of knife hands, the floor is full of blood, and above the lobby, a row of iron knives side by side to protect the upper position, but there is a thin old man, who is the boss of the Boxer Hall.

Looking at the killing in the hall, he was motionless, angry, and shocked, he probably didn't expect that a small knife would have dozens of people, and he would dare to break into the Yihetang, once in the past, he also had such heroism, but now, this so-called heroism has long since disappeared.

He admired that kid a little, but unfortunately, this feeling can only be put in his heart, the moment they broke into the Yihetang, they were already dead, if they were let go, where was the majesty of the Yihetang, how to lead the gangsters in the entire Xiangjiang and command the heroes?

"Kill, kill them, leave no one behind." Suo Fang stood up, his indifferent voice like a messenger of the soul, issuing a piercing command.

A large number of thugs rushed over again, Lee Kuan Yew looked stunned, and with a twist of his wrist, the knife left a slap on his arm, and he wanted to wake himself up with the sting of this wound, and he wanted to shed the last drop of blood.

"Brother Yao, take care, my junior has taken a step first." A strong man covered in blood suddenly pounced, hugged the two thugs who rushed to the front, and his arms were like steel bars, wrapping around their necks, which did not represent friendship, but rape and killing.

In this way, he broke the necks of the two thugs alive and used up his last strength.

Because of the two knives, straight into the body of this strong man, one of them, straight to the heart, the corner of the mouth overflowed blood, but this strong man fell down with a smile, eighteen years later, he is a good man again.

Lee Kuan Yew didn't speak, just pounced, cut off the arm of a knife hand, the sound of wailing, resounded throughout the hall, the madness before death, is what makes people frightened and frightened, along the way, Lee Kuan Yew has killed almost 20 Yihetang thugs, extremely fierce.

It's a pity that there are too few people in their Little Knife Society, compared with the giant of the Yihetang, it is too far behind, although in the lobby, most of the people who fell to the ground are people from the Yihetang, but Suo Fang has no special feelings about this, the people who are in the gang are already half-dead, and no matter how many people die, he will not be heartbroken.

Just like last time, when the bald head died, he could immediately lift two bald heads and take his place, and the most important thing in this world is people.

In order to get to the top, these young people pay their blood, and they can be used by him

"Kill Lee Kuan Yew, and the prize will be 10 million." The stimulation of money is absolutely unimaginably powerful, Suo Fang roared, dozens of flinching thugs, and immediately became ambitious, this is 10 million, regardless of whether Suo Fang speaks or not, but at this time, it is undoubtedly a stimulant drug, and everyone aimed their knives at Lee Kuan Yew.

It was just one round, and a few more cuts were added to Lee Kuan Yew's body

"Hahaha-" But the more knives on his body, the more energetic he became, laughing, his hand had already encircled the neck of an unlucky knifeman, and the knife in the other hand had already cut the opponent's neck very simply, and blood sprayed, as neat as slaughtering a chicken.

"Whoever dares to stand in my way will die!"

I have to say that in this battle, the most dazzling thing is Lee Kuan Yew, this young man who is not known in the ordinary world, became famous in a fight, even Suo Fang has to admit that this is a fierce general, if he is given more opportunities, the future of Xiangjiang, or his world, so this time, he wants to nip this crisis in the bud.

"Brother Yao, be careful-" A brother of the knife will rush up, use his body to help him block a knife, the knife pierced his waist and eye, the other party was slashed by him in the face, and blood sprayed on his forehead, it is estimated that he is more than lucky.

But this brother also lost his combat effectiveness and was surrounded by several people in the middle, but every time he was missing, it meant that they were one step closer to death, and it also made the people of Yihetang more and more excited.

This kind of opportunity to win more and less, everyone will not let go, not to mention that there is a huge reward, if it weren't for Lee Kuan Yew's ferocity that makes people fearful, I am afraid that the knife will be these people, and they would have been frustrated and scattered.

Suo Fang held a glass of red wine in his hand, poured it in one sip, fragrant red wine, crimson blood, the same color, but two kinds of stimulation, the napkin in Suo Fang's hand, wiped away at the corner of his mouth, the cold light in his eyes, with a killing intent, said softly: "The game has been played almost, the time is not early, it's time to rest, you go together, and fight quickly." ”

Several of the Yihetang generals guarding Suo Fang's side rushed forward with machetes, these people are the most powerful people in the Yihetang, their joining, almost devastating, a few of the knife brothers who rushed to the front, were beaten back, each hit a few knives, one of them was cut off a few fingers, but no one made a painful sound, this time wailing, no one will have mercy, there is no need to waste their efforts.

"The boss of Xiangjiang is my Suo Fang, no matter how good you are, in this era, you can only be eliminated, and I am the master here."

Suo Fang's old face was filled with a kind of passion for dead wood and spring, and the thin palm was clenched into a fist, eager to fight, this kind of killing actually aroused his pride and ambition, and his blood was strong, but unfortunately, he was no longer the person he was thirty years ago, he was already old.

Thirty years ago, he was the first boxer in Xiangjiang, but now he has lived for thirty years with this glory, and intuitively, he is still the first fighter to defeat the invincible opponent in Xiangjiang, he is still high and unparalleled.

He was stabbed in the leg, and the blood stained his pants red, Lee Kuan Yew couldn't even stand on his feet now, and there were countless knives around him, beckoning to him, if he was not careful, he might die, and although he broke into the Yihetang, he did not complete his goal, yes, the person he wanted to kill was Suo Fang.

The knife he picked up, swung out a knife circle, forced back a dozen people, and taking advantage of this short time of leisure, Lee Kuan Yew pounced on Suo Fang.

"Boss Suo, be careful."

Suo Fang's eyes shot a slanted glance from the corner of his eyes, full of disdain, his body flicked forward, his arms had already supported the opponent's knife momentum, the faces of the two were only a foot apart, their eyes were facing each other, and the killing intent was surging.

Suo Fang was a little surprised, this young man's strength was really not small, if it weren't for the other party's considerable effort, he might not be able to take this knife so lightly.

With a kick like the wind, Lee Kuan Yew was beaten out, and was instantly surrounded by the people of the Boxer Hall, and cheers rang out all around, which was a cheer for Suo Fang, Suo Fang raised his hand proudly, with an unfathomable demeanor, only he knew that this knife was just a blessing, he was old, and he was no longer the first puncher thirty years ago.

Seeing Lee Kuan Yew, who was slashed all over his body, Ning Caichen knew that he was not late, and he had to admire the courage of this kid, the so-called newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, with his meager strength, he dared to break into the Yihetang, and fought so fiercely, it seems that he killed a lot of people.

However, at this time, a few people in the Little Knife Society were also crumbling, if he did not appear again, he was afraid that in a few minutes, these people would be chopped into pulp, and in the case of losing strength, they could no longer resist this kind of siege.

Seeing Lee Kuan Yew and his people lose their strength, the happiest were these people from the Yihetang, who became more and more courageous one by one, swords flew and slashed towards them, constantly leaving knife cuts on the bodies of several people, vowing to let them shed their last drop of blood.

A knife slashed towards Lee Kuan Yew's face, this knife came very quickly, and it was also very sudden, Lee Kuan Yew's somewhat sluggish movements, he couldn't avoid it at all, this little boss was overjoyed, and the bonus of 10 million should belong to him.

It's just that he thought too well, a hand, suddenly appeared, grabbed his wrist, he didn't even see who it was, his hand actually rebounded back, the knife in his hand had already cut his throat, his hand was around his neck, and he wanted to make a sound, but he fell into the darkness in an instant, and there was no way to wake up.

"It looks lively, bullying the less with the more, bullying the weak with the strong, this is really the style of the Yihetang." Ning Caichen's appearance made the scene of the fight instantly still, and everyone stared at Ning Caichen and this mysterious and unknown young man.

However, a few people who had recovered a small life from the last bald murder had already cried out in horror.

"It's him, it's him, Boss Suo, he's the one who killed the bald brother."

"He is a member of the Little Knife Society, everyone killed him to avenge the bald brother."

Suo Fang was also taken aback, looking at Ning Caichen in front of him, his body stood up from the chair all of a sudden, his hands were spread, all the voices stopped, his cold eyes, with a little solemnity, and asked: "Young man, who are you, why are you involved in the gang dispute in my Yihetang, and do you still talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes?"

The rules of the rivers and lakes? Ning Caichen wanted to laugh a little.

Does this old shameless thing also know the rules of the rivers and lakes?

"I don't know the rules of the rivers and lakes, but I can make the rules of the rivers and lakes, and now, I want to take them away." After speaking, he didn't care whether Sofang agreed or not, looked back at Lee Kuan Yew, who was covered in blood, and asked, "How is it, can you still walk?"

When Lee Kuan Yew saw Ning Caichen, he felt that he had seen a savior, and the few people around him who could still stand were also surprised, and they seemed to have a kind of joy of escaping death.

"Don't worry, I can't die yet."

Ning Caichen's disregard infringed on Suo Fang's authority, and he said with a cold smile: "Young man, your tone is too big, do you know what kind of place this is, how can you let you say come and go, come and go, come and send a signal, the whole hall will intercept, tonight, all these people will be killed by me, killed." ”