After several encounters, there were still seven or eight strong men left, except for two men with guns who were still looking for opportunities, and the rest of them all joined the hand-to-hand combat.

In the face of the fists that kept waving, Su Mohan didn't dodge, the two big white hands were clenched into fists, and the waves were vigorous, every time the punch was swung out, the strong man could be heard snorting, but because of this most primitive way, this fight became extraordinarily hearty.

As time passed, his head was sweating like rain, and the white shirt mixed with sweat and blood was firmly attached to his body, outlining his perfect figure.

The other two still kept finding the right time to shoot, but Rao was that their marksmanship was exquisite, but they were still not as fast as Su Mohan's speed, and even injured their companions by mistake because of their shooting several times, until in the end, they had to throw away the guns in their hands and join the hand-to-hand combat.

'Ah--! ’

A strong man covered his eyes, staggered back a few steps, his huge body was shaky, and the hand covering his eyes was slowly taken down, and his palm was stained with pungent blood.

And on his face, from the temples to the eyes, to the side of the nose, a scar more than ten centimeters long lay across it, looking particularly hideous.

Su Mohan still showed no mercy, the two sabers in his hands were superb, and he could often hear the sound of military thorns piercing into the flesh, but correspondingly, his fists were invincible to four hands, and he also had a lot of scars on his body, which looked shocking.

'Bang! With a bang, a man who had been hiding in the dark suddenly shot at Chu Zheng, and at the moment when Chu Zheng couldn't dodge, Su Mohan pushed him away.

"Master --!"

The bullet instantly sank into Su Mohan's shoulder, which greatly reduced his combat effectiveness, and Chu Zheng was red-eyed when he saw this scene, and immediately took out his pistol, pulled the trigger in the direction of the shot, and shot his head directly.

"Master, how are you!"

"It's fine."

"Master, I should have blocked the bullet for you."

"You've got to have a life to stop you." Su Mohan kicked away a strong man in front of him, his whole body was already unstable, and the two gunshot wounds greatly reduced his combat effectiveness, and the blood stains all over his body made him feel like he had been fished out of the blood water.

Chu Zheng understood that if he didn't push himself away with the shot just now, it would hit his own heart, so he exchanged his shoulder for his life, but in his opinion, a hair of the young master was worth more than his own life.

After nearly two hours of fierce fighting, only three of the men in black were still fighting power, and Su Mohan was completely at the end of the crossbow, and he didn't know what to rely on to still hold on.

His eyes were filled with thick blood, as if he had already killed red eyes.

Chu Zheng wanted to come forward to help, but he stopped him and forbade him to interfere.

Looking at Su Mohan, who was one-on-three, Chu Zheng stood aside with some worry, holding the gun in his hand tightly, for fear that something would happen to him accidentally.

He knew he was going to vent, but tonight was really a vicious battle, and their young master had a slight habit of cleanliness, so he usually didn't do anything like this dirty hands.

But today, obviously, he is in a bad mood, or he has been in a bad mood lately.

That's why he was so hard, even if he was injured, even if he didn't pull it out at all, even if he had a gun.

Time passed minute by minute, another strong man fell to the ground, and Su Mohan's eyes had begun to turn black, his vain steps and injured shoulders made his movements gradually become weak, but he especially liked this hearty feeling, which made his whole person comfortable.