Under the fierce fighting between the two sides, people continued to be injured and died, and bloody limbs and corpses were everywhere.

But now no one on either side dares to back down, if this battle is lost, it will basically be a complete loss, and it is difficult to have the ability to resist anymore.

Therefore, both sides basically slashed desperately, and they constantly took the lead in the charge, not allowing anyone to escape from the battlefield, so the battle was extremely fierce, and more than 200 people had fallen in just ten minutes.

Although the strength of Hong Xingzai and Dongxingzai in the food stalls should be a little more powerful than ordinary Gu Chaozai.

However, under the strong suppression of Xi Jin and his three major thugs, Hong Xingzai and Dong Xingzai in the food stalls were basically vulnerable, and they lost almost half of them in ten minutes, while Xi Jin's men only lost about 50 people.

Xi Jin basically slashed all the way to the front of a god and Ah Bing, and there was no one at all along the way who was his enemy.

And with the advantage of a long knife of more than one meter and the protection of Brother Jiaqian, these minions don't even have a chance to get close, let alone slash him.

"Which one do you choose?"

Xi Jin stood in front of a god and Ah Bing, and asked Brother Jiaqian beside him.

"Can you have both?"

After cutting down a few old boys in front of him, Brother Jia Qian turned his head and asked.

Cutting down one will cost 50,000 yuan, and cutting two will cost 100,000 yuan, and he naturally doesn't want to let go of any of them.

"Pick one."

Xi Jin said flatly, and he didn't plan to give both to Brother Jiaqian.

Although 50,000 yuan is nothing to give Brother Jiaqian, but now that the battle is fierce, it is natural that the sooner these guys are resolved, the better.

"This guy."

Brother Jia Qian pointed to the A god with a dragon tattooed on his arm and said, It's a pity that I can't kill both guys, this is another loss of 50,000.

"Don't be arrogant!"

"Do you think you've won for yourselves? Hit the streets! ”

"Give me death!"

The agod swung his machete and slashed at Brother Gaqian.

He is also really angry, he is Hong Xing's red stick, Hong Xing, who has a lot of boys, can be a red stick, and his strength will naturally not be weak, and it can even be said to be very strong, and the ordinary red sticks of other clubs will basically not be his opponents.

But now the two guys in front of him don't take him seriously at all, as if the two of them can abuse him at all, which makes him angry.

"Hammer!"

The machetes collided violently, and the a-god and the brother of the gaqian slashed at each other at once.

However, a god is indeed a bit of real material, and he was not killed by Brother Jiaqian, although he has been slashed by Brother Jiaqian after a few moves, but it looks like he should not be hacked to death in a short time.

Xi Jin also stopped paying attention to Brother Jia Qian and them, and slowly walked towards Ah Bing with a long knife glowing with blood.

"Stop him for me!"

Ah Bing shouted loudly in a panic.

He still knew how many catties he had, and when he saw this guy killing in the crowd like a grim reaper, he was already terrified of this guy to the extreme.

He's just a straw sandal, and it's okay to communicate and gather intelligence, but if he is allowed to fight, he may be a little more powerful than an ordinary old boy, not like a god with a red stick fighting and slashing strength.

He doesn't want to die yet, so he doesn't have the idea of being tough with this monster at all, and he definitely can't be close to this guy, and getting close is basically over.

If he wasn't afraid that his escape would affect his morale, and then he would be settled by his boss Qiuhou, he was afraid that he would have fled far away, and he didn't want to stand in front of this monster at all.

This feeling of life and death being in the hands of others is really uncomfortable.

No wonder the status of the red stick is higher than their straw shoes and white paper fans, if there is a powerful red stick, there is no need to be afraid of losing the fight, and it is basically invincible to grab the turf.

Xi Jin calmly wandered in the chaotic battle, completely without the fear and madness of ordinary old boys, and looked out of place in the battle situation where everyone was killing red eyes.

Looking at Hong Xingzai and Dong Xingzai, who were constantly blocking in front of him, Xi Jin held the long knife and waved it at the air.

"Keep up, don't be left behind."

Xi Jin smiled at the little brother behind him and said.

Then, when no one else reacted, he suddenly rushed in the direction of Ah Bing.

The old boy who blocked him along the way was either cut down by him or swept to the ground by him, and the defense line composed of fifty people was instantly penetrated by Xi Jin, and the little brothers of the guards behind him followed.

Ah Bing saw that the unstoppable jade-faced tiger was simply numb, and he didn't want to turn around and run away immediately, he no longer felt that these dozens of people could block the impact of this jade-faced tiger.

It's a pity that before he ran out of the back alley of the food stall, he was already stabbed in the thigh by a flying knife from Xi Jin, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"Don't come here!"

Ah Bing dragged his leg that had been pierced by the long knife and kept retreating towards the main road, and screamed frantically.

However, the back door of the food stall has long been blocked by Xijin's personal guard, and these Hong Xingzai and Dongxingzai are also afraid of this devil who cuts people without blinking, and they dare not venture at will, after all, those who dare to rush over and block his way are dead.

Xi Jin ignored his roar and slowly walked in front of Ah Bing.

The quieter environment of the back alley contrasts sharply with the noisy shouts and killings inside and outside the food stalls, and under the moonlight, the expressionless Xijin in a suit is as chilling as a moonlight killer.

"No... No! ”

"Don't come here!"

Seeing Xi Jin's blood-covered but very indifferent expression, Ah Bing's scalp was numb and he was almost scared to pee.

He didn't think about it, so he took out his pistol and shot Xi Jin several times.

"Bump!"

"Bump!"

"Bump!"

The bullet flew at Sijin, and he immediately rolled over, and the bullet passed by him and hit the concrete wall behind him, making several small holes.

When he wanted to shoot again, Sijin had already come to him, kicked his pistol away, and pinched the blade with two fingers, twisting it slightly.

"Ahh

"Don't! Let go! Let go! ”

The blade writhed in his thigh, directly yelling at Ah Bing in pain.

"Where is the base camp of the Smiling Tiger?"

Xi Jin asked as he looked at him indifferently.

"I... I don't know. ”

Ah Bing covered his thigh and said in pain.

Xi Jin pulled out the long knife and plunged it into his shoulder again, almost fainting Ah Bing in pain.

"Where is the base camp of the Smiling Tiger?"

Sijn asked again.

"The second floor of Shun'an Building, Dong'an Street!"

"Don't kill me! Leave me alone. ”

Ah Bing's fear of death was greater than his loyalty, and he directly told the base camp, just hoping that this jade-faced tiger could let him go.