"Do you think you can hurt me with that thing" Gao Yang deliberately showed an incredible expression: "This is really the funniest joke I've ever seen this year"

"If you can hurt it, you might as well come up and try it. It's good to search for the latest update of 'Wild' fast" The corner of Xiao Hai's mouth raised a sneer: "I think you will soon regret not letting the little brother behind you attack me together." ”

"Hall Master, why don't we go up together." A young man who looked like a student behind him said with a machete. He obviously didn't know Gao Yang's personality yet.

"No, you don't." Gao Yang had an impatient look on his face. He was very reluctant to hear such words.

A Ma Tsai, who had been with Gao Yang for a long time, winked at the student and motioned for him to stop talking nonsense. Ma Zai is not worried that Xiaohai will escape, even if Gao Yang really can't beat him, everyone will go up together at that time.

The most important thing now is to maintain Gao Yang's face, Ma Zai laughed and said: "Don't worry, it's easy for our boss to clean up the garbage of this Tianguild."

"Beware of the wind flashing your tongue." Xiao Hai said disdainfully: "Wait for your boss to lose for a while, and see how you stinky feet will end."

Gao Yang frowned, he didn't have the heart to play any more psychological tactics, and slashed towards Xiao Hai with the knife in his hand.

Gao Yang's posture of holding the knife is very skillful, and he can be called an old connoisseur, and the big and small arms of his arms are at a ninety-degree angle. This angle and strength allows the swinging blade to deal maximum damage.

But he has only one shortcoming, he is too anxious.

Xiao Hai saw the trajectory of Gao Yang's swing of the knife, and struck first, and the pen in his hand stabbed towards Gao Yang's wrist.

With a bang, the switchblade fell to the ground. Hongtuan is dead.

Gao Yang looked at a bloody hole that was stabbed in his wrist, and he was shocked and took two steps back, but fortunately, Xiaohai did not chase after him.

After all, he also knew that if he really chased after him, he would need to deal with more than a dozen people.

The previous Ma Tsai of the "Boss" stepped forward to support Gao Yang.

"Give me the machete." Gao Yang took a bright machete from Ma Zai's hand.

"The warm-up is over. Now Lord is playing with you for real. Gao Yang roared angrily and slashed towards Xiao Hai again.

Xiao Hai frowned, he knew that the real battle was coming.

Saying goes. An inch long, an inch strong. Xiao Hai was able to successfully counterattack just now, all because Gao Yang was holding an extremely short switchblade in his hand, and his fountain pen had a chance to take advantage of it.

But now, Gao Yang's machete didn't need to get close to his body to slash at all. The pen in his hand couldn't be thrown away like a hidden weapon

Xiao Hai's two eyes stared directly at the machete that fell from the sky

Xiaohai had no choice but to retreat.

Gao Yang's knife missed, and he saw that Xiao Hai was already facing away from the wall.

"Now you have no way out," Gao Yang smiled predictably, the series of attacks just now made him unconsciously at a disadvantage, and his heart was very angry

Xiao Hai suddenly threw all the things on the desk towards Gao Yang, a thick stack of newspapers, a landline, a pen holder, and a notebook for recording important information, all of which were thrown out.

Gao Yang used a machete to push these things away one by one. watched Xiao Hai throw the last fountain pen over.

"Hahahaha" Gao Yang laughed wildly: "Your actions remind me of fighting with the female classmates in my class when I was in elementary school, and that's how they threw things against me." ”

Xiao Hai suddenly overturned the entire desk again

As long as he can survive, he doesn't care if he is caricatured as a girl who throws things

The "boom" desk fell to the ground, Gao Yang took two steps back, and he found that Xiaohai had gone completely crazy.

"Fuck" Gao Yang scolded, making sure that Xiaohai couldn't play any tricks anymore, and raised his knife to slash over.

Xiao Hai kicked on the lap of the desk, and a wooden stick with a thick arm fell to the ground, he rolled to the ground, and had already picked up the wooden stick, and went up to meet it, just blocking Gao Yang's machete.

The machete in Gao Yang's hand is just a very ordinary machete, not a famous knife that picks up hair and breaks hair, so it didn't cut the wooden stick in Xiao Hai's hand like in the martial arts TV series.

Gao Yang withdrew the knife, and Xiao Hai also stood up with a wooden stick.

"Good." Gao Yang nodded slightly, "This is the true level that one of the four great protectors of the Heavenly Xing Society should have. ”

"It's too late for you to call the people behind you to rush up now." Xiao Hai squinted.

"No, I don't." Gao Yang attacked again.

"Dangdang, dang." Sticks and machetes intertwined and slashed at each other several times.

"Hey" Gao Yang became more and more courageous, and slashed straight towards Xiao Hai's right arm.

And Xiao Hai made an instinctive, but also wrong, decision and waved towards Gao Yang's left arm.

Gao Yang had a machete in his hand, while Xiao Hai had a wooden stick in his hand.

The wooden stick slashed at Gao Yang's left arm, only to make him grin in pain.

And when the machete slashed at Xiao Hai's right arm, the skin opened and the flesh opened, making him "hiss" out.

"Haha." Gao Yang was very satisfied with such a scream, and did not care about the injury on his left arm, how serious it could be if he was hit with a wooden stick

So he slashed the knife down again, pulling an extremely long cut in Xiao Hai's chest.

"Smack" A stream of blood sprayed on the ground.

Xiao Hai endured the pain, and at the same time, he slammed the wooden stick on Gao Yang's head.

Sticks can't deal massive damage, so they can only attack parts that can incapacitate the opponent.

Gao Yang clutched his head and took a few steps back, the fainting of his head making him temporarily abandon further attacks.

Xiao Hai was slashed on his right arm and chest, which made his whole body tremble in pain, and the wooden stick in his hand also fell to the ground, and he really didn't have the strength to pick it up.

Xiao Hai leaned against the wall and slowly half-sat down.

The severe injury had made him a lamb to the slaughter on the chopping block.

Xiaohai knew that when Gao Yang's head came back to consciousness, he would be finished.

He didn't have the strength to put up any more resistance.

Xiao Hai's eyes did not look at Gao Yang, who was shaking his head, but at the door of a storage room in the corner of the office.

It's all this time, and you still won't come out

Xiao Hai screamed silently in his heart.

Maybe it's a wise choice not to come out, after all, there are so many people on the other side, and coming out is a dead end.

"Brother Hai", who was covered in blood before, lay on the ground and found Xiao Hai's stunned eyes.

He thought that Xiaohai had lost his combat effectiveness and lost the most basic way to survive.

Xiao Hai didn't answer him, but he was still thinking nonsense in his heart.

If you don't come out, you won't come out, after all, I owe you, and now that I'm dead, we can write it off between us.

Xiaohai is not the kind of person who will repent of his crimes in his heart, he thinks that what he has done is what he has done, and there is nothing to say.

"Brother Hai, there's a window behind you, jump out and run," the security guard yelled.

"You're screaming nonsense." Gao Yang was still shaking his head slightly, and walked over and kicked the security guard on the head.

"The people below have already ambushed me, you can't even think of it with such a stupid brain."

Gao Yang kicked the security guard's head several times in a row until he fainted.

"My ears are much cleaner now." Gao Yang's head was still a little dizzy, and he suspected that it might be a slight concussion.

He shook the machete in his hand and smiled at Xiao Hai, who was sitting stupidly in the corner.

"How about it, don't you have any confidence to live, don't worry, I'll fulfill your wish now."

Xiao Hai ignored him, suddenly faced the ceiling, and yelled loudly.

"Help me take care of my son and my wife"

Gao Yang carried a machete and walked slowly towards him. "Are you telling me that I'm sorry, I won't take care of you, my son, as for your wife, hehe"

Gao Yang said with a lewd face: "It depends on whether she is sassy enough." ”

Saying that, Gao Yang had already come to Xiao Hai's face, and the machete in his hand slashed towards his head without hesitation.

"Huh"

The door to the storage room suddenly opened, and a figure shot out.

Gao Yang felt the murderous aura coming from behind, and was stunned for a moment, and was just about to turn back, but he had already received a heavy blow on his back.

"" Gao Yang's foul mouth didn't have time to burst out, and he received another blow on the head.

Two successive blows finally made this invincible Battle Hall Master fall to the ground, temporarily losing his mobility.

The dozen or so teenagers standing at the door were completely stunned, and they didn't have time to react to what was going on.

"Amitabha."

A monk wearing a Buddhist bead around his neck and holding an iron hammer in his hand.

There are blood stains on the iron chisel, and there are also a little blood stains on the monk's robe.

"Fifth Brother" Xiao Hai panted weakly, covered the wound on his chest, and struggled to get up.

The monk who suddenly broke out was the fifth old man who had worshiped Chen Yunchao, Uncle Kui, Xiaohai and others in the past.

He has always followed Xiaohai's side as a personal bodyguard, but he didn't see anyone on weekdays, so he lit a stick of incense in the storage room to meditate and chant Buddha.

What he is looking forward to the most is that the woman named "Weiwei" comes to visit Xiaohai in the entertainment city.

Probably once a month

Through the door of the storage room, the monk could clearly hear Wei Wei shushing Xiao Hai and even reproaching him for working too hard and not cherishing his body.

"The six roots are not pure," the monk recited the Buddha, tears dripping down his eyes. Baidu or a good search can find this site

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