There is indeed no shortage of horizontal stubble in the west of the city, but in the recent period, all the little big brothers who have a little ability and ability have plunged into the transformation project.

After all, that's the fat gap that makes money while showing your face.

Therefore, the rest of the so-called people who run on the road to beg for food are just the group of people at the bottom of the gangster circle in the west of the city, and their courage and strength are naturally limited.

Even if there are still some powerful and bloody bastards left, the son-in-law named Song Jun obviously doesn't have that good luck, and he can be called as soon as he calls.

The gold lord Song Jun is not a native of the west of the city, he is also a leading swordsman who contacted through a friend, and he did a handful of settled transactions.

As for the horses, for a job like today, the horses under the swordsmen who led the team only shared a capitation fee of five or six hundred yuan.

Most of the heads have been earned by the swordsmen who lead the team, and it's okay to ask them to have a good fight, but it's obviously not worth it to expect them to fight to the death with anyone for the five or six hundred yuan capitation fee.

Xiaohu with a knife in his hand and without a knife before are completely in two states.

Especially in a breakout battle like this, where there are fewer battles and more battles, his mad dog nature is undoubtedly revealed again.

"Come, come, come! Don't run, fight with you Grandpa Tiger to the end! ”

Although there was a cut on his arm, Xiaohu's brave nature did not diminish at all, and he slashed indiscriminately with a knife, and there was even a vacuum in front of him.

Then turn your gaze to Kanba, who was walking in the last formation.

Bending his knees and raising his legs, he volleyed away, and a knife hand flew two meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

Although he has been unlucky since joining Ye Ji, the true strength of Kanba, who is Ye Ji's second combat force, is still undoubted.

Another knife hand swung a large blade at Kamba, and Kamba struck an uppercut from the abdomen and up to the jaw.

The knife hand was knocked over in the air by this punch, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

The most ruthless one is the eldest brother Zeng Rui, who is the arrow character, and he doesn't know where to put the small piece in his hand. With his deadly style of play, whenever someone stepped forward, he hooked the neck of the person and stabbed him violently when he dragged him to the front.

"Puff puff!"

The sharp little pinchs are pierced in the abdomen in three or two, which is particularly easy to open the abdomen and directly break the intestines.

In less than ten seconds, Zeng Rui had already concocted the two of them in the same way, and no one dared to stop them in front of him.

"Phew!"

Zeng Rui, who had been beaten several times, spat bloody sputum on the ground, held a small puff that was dripping blood on the ground in his hand, and scolded loudly: "They all say that the bastards in the west of the city are awesome, and you are also worthy of helping others shovel things with your quality?" ”

The blushes on the faces of the little bastards, but none of them stepped forward again.

Zeng Rui was obviously working hard to injure to death, and they naturally felt that it was not worth it to work hard for a few hundred yuan.

"the horse! Are you all waste? If you have three people on horseback, you can't eat any of you? ”

Song Jun, the son who rarely came to the battlefield in person, was almost stunned, and he couldn't understand whether the group of bastards recommended by his friends was too soft-footed shrimp, or whether the three war criminals in front of him were really fierce. Why is there such a situation, with thirty to three can still have a slight advantage in a short period of time?

"There are only three people in the right group, whoever overturns one and I will give him an extra 50,000 yuan!"

Compared with Song Jun's previous ridicule, the latter sentence mixed with real money is obviously much more seductive to this group of bastards.

For five hundred dollars, they can at best go forward and swing their knives, but when this number is increased by a hundredfold, it is enough for them to take risks and fight desperately.

In an instant, this group of little bastards who took money to do things came up with momentum, and they pounced on Ye Ji and the three of them one by one as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The little bastards who didn't work hard were all on fire, and Zeng Rui, who was holding a small bag in his hand, was obviously a little overwhelmed.

When he stabbed another person with his small pickle, there were two new cuts in his white shirt.

And the originally fiercest little tiger was fighting at the moment, and he surrounded seven or eight bastards by himself...... He swung a knife forward, slashing his opponent while constantly filling his body with new wounds.

Kanba, the only one who can still be comfortable in the final head formation, let him fight against nearly ten bastards with his bare hands, and he is obviously almost at his limit.

It is already his greatest ability to support with a pair of tens, and it seems a bit unrealistic to expect him to free up his hands to support Zeng Rui and Xiaohu.

"Just a few little JB bastards, I can't clean you up anymore?" Song Jun looked at the three Ye Ji who were suffering from the enemy on his back with disdain, lit a cigarette and took two puffs comfortably, as if as long as this cigarette was finished, these three people should be corpsed in front of him.

"What do you want me to do? I'll kill you with money! Still stepping on a horse and thinking about a dozen tens, they all think of themselves as Z Zidan? ”

Brother Gongzi, who felt that he had lost face in front of his female companion, scolded viciously.

But at this moment, something changed.

"Buzz ——!"

The roar sounded from behind everyone, and the 2.5L Camry accelerated to 100 kilometers in 8.68 seconds, and the driver Yida had obviously increased the speed to the limit.

Yi Da knew how difficult it was to face a tenfold enemy, so if he arrived one second earlier, he could ensure the safety of his brother one more point.

"Bang! Boom! ”

The white Camry rushed straight into the crowd, and the speed of the car did not slow down in the slightest.

There were two muffled sounds in succession, and the two little bastards who were originally paddling in OB near the periphery were instantly knocked out of the air.

"Hiss——!"

"Bang!"

Yida killed the steering wheel to the left, the tires rubbed violently on the ground, leaving two black lines, and a beautiful tail flick knocked a knife hand out again.

"Brother Ye get in the car!"

Yi Da yelled at the nearest Zeng Rui.

"Poof!"

Zeng Rui solved the obstacle in front of him with another knife, and he understood that now was not the time to be a hero. On the surface, Ye Ji didn't seem to have suffered any losses, but after all, this is the west of the city that he is not familiar with, and if he really wants to ink, the ghost knows how many people will come, so he no longer hesitates to jump into the car quickly.

"If you install B and want to run, you can come to the playground in the west of the city, and you can leave if you want?"

A little bastard who didn't rush forward before, but saw that his brother was knocked down by Yida, his face was unconvinced, and he rushed over to Yida, who was sitting in the driver's seat, with the knife in his hand.

Just as the bastard was about to stick to the side of the door, Yida quickly pulled the door open and kicked his left leg on the door.

The door bounced back, slamming into the bastard's body, smashing him straight to the ground.

This is not the end, Yida grabbed the sponge with his right hand and locked the steering wheel with his glove, and his right foot also stepped out of the car, and the whole person bent down and drilled out of the Camry.

The lock body made of stainless steel in his hand shone in the sunlight, and Yida lifted it high and smashed it heavily into the head of the little bastard who hadn't had time to get up.

The little bastard may have reacted with his sixth sense, and when he saw that there was no way to avoid it, he hurriedly crossed his hands in front of his head.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the steering wheel lock in Yida's hand came as promised, and the little bastard's hands were instantly broken and drooped aside, and the whole person passed out.