The total number of enemies on Old Stork Street was a little more than Lan Wang expected, but for our old mercenaries, the extra three or two big cats and kittens were completely harmless.

Gangsters are gangsters - these people seem to be fierce and vicious, but in fact, their vigilance is very poor, and some masters also have no martial arts skills and do not have enough awareness of avoiding the enemy and bullying the enemy, and they only know how to fight and kill when they come up. This kind of routine of punching the master to death was originally very effective most of the time, but when the difference in strength between the two sides was too big to be made up by numbers, a few more people were just a few more heads.

Just after the one-eyed dragon issued a dying warning, the originally lifeless old stork street seemed to immediately "come to life". First, five or six raged hooligans rushed out of a green building closest to the accident site, who seemed to have just crawled out of the gentle township and were still a little dazed. While these people were still scrambling to fasten the buttons on their clothes and look around for the source of the alarm, a fat man led by him suddenly widened his eyes, lowered his head, and watched in disbelief as an iron hammer pierced through his heart came out of his chest.

The few remaining men were dead as soon as they raised their short knives and sticks—they couldn't catch the assailant's sight. Lan Wang's swift figure and coquettish positioning allowed him to drill through the enemy's blind spot perfectly - even if he was occasionally caught in the enemy's sight, Lan Wang's extreme speed made it impossible for the enemy to take advantage of him.

Among the five members of the Jianglong Gang who had just finished enjoying the "special service", two of them were stabbed in the heart before they could react like their fat pig boss, and the other two were pierced into the eye socket by the iron chisel, and the other was pierced through the major artery in the neck from left to right, and finally the remaining one just saw Lan Wang's eyes clearly, just opened his mouth, and before he could scream, he saw the iron chisel bolted into his mouth like lightning - the immature smiling face of the Lan family became the last picture he saw in his life.

The eldest young master of the Lan family was not in a hurry to wipe the iron hammer that had been covered with blood. He knew that there was still a lot of blood going to be spilled on this old stork street today.

"When the dust settles, I'll have to find the work to do something like that!" Lan Wang thought in his heart as he walked past the corpse on the ground and walked towards the Heng Shunxiang Teahouse.

The once peaceful Old Stork Street has now turned into a pot of boiling water that suddenly boils over: the few pedestrians on the street are panicking and running in all directions; The shops that had already opened hurriedly put down the paving boards, and the small stall owners who had just opened on the roadside stopped doing business, and threw away their belongings and directly smeared oil on the soles of their feet; The girls in the green building who had just stepped out of the threshold and scratched their heads and began to greet the guests were also frightened, and the piercing screams came and went, as if the surface of the river rippled; The fishermen on the river who were holding up their boats to sell some of their catches also turned around and slipped away.

At the same time, from several taverns and gambling houses on the side of the street, a large number of young men wearing blue cloth shirts and wearing lean short fights ran out, all of them had solid muscles and strong legs and feet.

Young Master Lan knew that the main master only came out at this time.

This large group of people came to the street with all kinds of guys, and they were obviously stunned: where are the people who smashed the field? After a few breaths, the gang finally noticed Young Master Lan who was carrying an iron hammer and had a harmless smile on his face, standing between a pile of blood and corpses.

The brains of all the gang members briefly shut down, and the old stork street fell into a brief, deathly silence. Only the cicada in the willow tree next to it had no idea what was going on in the human world around it, and was still chirping vigorously there.

"That's him! Cut! I don't know which one of the gang members was the first to shout, all the bandits howled in unison as if they had taken stimulants, and rushed towards Lan Wang, who was standing in the middle of the street, holding a long knife, a short knife, a scimitar, a sickle, a watermelon knife, and a boning knife.

Lan Wang didn't move.

The Jianglong gang shouted and rushed closer and closer, hundreds of shoes splashed a little sludge and muddy water on the road, and the sharp blades in the hands of the gang members reflected a chilling light in the sun.

Lan Wang still didn't move.

Our traverser just narrowed his eyes, clenched the iron hammer in his hand, and silently planned the offensive route based on his experience in his previous life and the skills he had learned from the jade slip presented by Master Fengyun.

Just when the mud kicks kicked by the gang members who rushed to the front splashed on Young Master Lan's pants, Lan Wang finally moved.

The bandits who rushed to the front saw Lan Wang's figure suddenly turn into a vague phantus. He subconsciously waved the machete in his right hand and slashed at the position in front of him where he thought Lan Wang was. But as soon as the knife was halfway swinged, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist - the next second, the baby watermelon knife that followed him on the rivers and lakes had already fallen to the ground. Then, an iron hammer with an extremely sharp tip seemed to protrude from the void, piercing directly into his eyebrows, priing open his skull in the front, and directly sending his thoughts into a cold and chaotic state.

There were really no bells and whistles in the ensuing battle. The naughty boys and beggars who peeked out half of their heads in the corners of Old Stork Street, hoping to catch a glimpse of the street fighting, saw an illusory figure piercing directly into the torrent of cyan clothes like a whirlwind, and swept the bandits to both sides of the road like the bow of a ship parting the waves. At this time, Lan Wang was like a large solid bullet fired by a front-loading smoothbore cannon, wrapped in terrifying kinetic energy like wind and thunder, ruthlessly plowing a bloody ditch in the crowd. The iron hammer in his hand flew up and down at an incredible speed, and the Jianglong Gang was dying when they touched it; In the formation of the bandits who were pierced by Young Master Lan's blow, the Heavenly Maiden was constantly scattering flowers at this time, spitting out broken blades, fragments of clothes, stumps and broken arms, broken flesh and internal organs, and even human heads with angry eyes, blood splashed everywhere as if they didn't want money, painting the doors of the roadside shops with a strange color.

The Jianglong Gang, as the No. 1 gang in Jiangbei that occupies the most prosperous and wealthy area by the river, will certainly not only use these dozens of people as the old book of housekeeping. More and more gang members came out of all kinds of forks in the road and all kinds of corners that outsiders could not have imagined to join the warband, and one by one they fell to the ground like harvested wheat. Lan Wang increased the speed of his feet to the fastest, sprinted straight, and rushed through the dense crowd, bringing down more and more gang members, and constantly bleeding the Jianglong Gang. From the air, Lan Wang looked like a ploughshare for ploughing the land, plowing back and forth in the field full of green seedlings, turning up the scarlet earth that was covered under the green seedlings.

However, with a single cup of tea, the old stork street was already full of hundreds of corpses in strange postures, and the unmaintained masonry pavement and the hardened mud on the riverbank could not absorb the sudden flow of blood in a short time. So the blood flowed down the potholes of the road to the ditches on the side of the road, and then merged into streams in the ditches, which flowed into the river of water. The river water on the bank mixes with the blood water to form an eerie rosy red, which contrasts with the yellow-green water in the center of the river, like a blood-colored cocktail.

The Jianglong Gang in its heyday, even if the border army of Yangguan Town came, it may not be easy to eat it in one bite. But now, there are only a dozen or so poor worms covered in cold sweat and trembling in this No. 1 gang in Jiangbei guarding the gate of the main hall in vain.

Young Master Lan stood in the middle of the street where there were almost no places to put his feet, still holding an iron drill in his right hand, mockingly squinting at the remnants of the defeated army in front of Heng Shunxiang's teahouse, who were trembling and unable to even hold their knives.

After a long time, he spoke slowly, his voice was extremely calm, and even a little milky:

"You ...... Let's go together, I'm still in a hurry. ”

One of the members of the Jianglong Gang didn't know if he had a mental breakdown or how, and when he howled, his eyes were blood-red and he "sudden" at Lan Wang. Lan Wang's feet didn't move at all, he just turned sideways slightly, his right arm turned into a phantom, and the iron hammer seemed to swing down from the void: the first move gently swept away the knife in the hand of the "pig protrusion", causing the sickle to fly out to the side with a whirl, and nailed to a dirt wall next to it with a "snap"; The second move is a backhand split, and the tip of the iron drill unbiasedly slices the entire torso of this bandit from top to bottom, directly giving him a big disembowelment.

The rest of the people looked at the corpse on the ground, which was full of blood and dirt, like a madman.

So far, everything is still under Lanwang's control. However, the ability of the Jianglong Gang to resist casualties was still somewhat unexpected by Young Master Lan: no armed group would last long in the face of a situation where they could only be beaten and unable to fight back, and they could fight until the last few before they collapsed, which was already considered a brave army.

"I originally thought that if I cut a few stubbles, the opposite side would collapse directly, and no matter how bad it was, I would have to be on guard, but how could I not blindly fill it with people and send them to death, right? Are these gangs in a hurry to reincarnate? ”

Young Master Lan muttered to himself, shook off the blood on the iron drill, stepped over the corpses lying under his feet, and swaggered into the main hall of the Jianglong Gang-Heng Shunxiang Teahouse.

There was a dead silence in the building, and it seemed to be empty, but the remnants of various melons and fruits on the guest seats on the first floor and the tea that was still hot on the stove on the side told Lan Wang: There were indeed people here, but now most of them have been killed by themselves.

"Shhh...... This Jianglong Gang is also a little unreasonable, I came to visit at the gate of their main hall, and no one came out to receive it? ”

Our Young Master Lan had a puzzled look on his face, and just walked to the teahouse with a look of confusion on his face.