But Al can't care so much at the moment, the key now is where is that guy Quinn, isn't it that he has been hacked to death in these people, right?

Al was about to make a move, when he suddenly heard a loud whistle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The dozen or so people who were slashing suddenly stopped, and they were almost as uniform as if they were mechanical, and they really put away their blades like an order, and then reformed into a tight formation and slowly retreated. At this point, they are like a pressed spring, and if the rest of the people want to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack, this spring will burst out with stronger force, giving the sneak attacker a bloody lesson.

"It is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as plundering as fire, as immobile as a mountain, as difficult as a cloud, and as moving as thunder." Al silently exclaimed in his heart, such a terrible soldier, such a terrible army, where did such a strong army come from?

Isn't this a big fuss about killing chickens with a knife?

These dozen or so people have retreated, but the remaining hundreds of people still have the courage to fight. Some timid people were so frightened that they couldn't stand up, and knelt directly on the ground, and even more so frightened that they urinated out, and the thick smell of urine and blood was intertwined, and the smell was so bad that people wanted to vomit.

Fortunately, these people still have some backbone, knowing that good men don't flick when they have tears, and they are not scared to cry. The scene was silent again, different from the ordinary land grabbing, there were no painful wails one after another, no angry scolding and provocations, those who stood were so frightened that they couldn't make a sound, and those who were lying down couldn't make a sound.

There were no wounded on the ground, only dead bodies, and dead bodies had no sound.

The blood-stained earth, the corpses lying motionless all over the ground, the two groups of people without a sound, the disgusting smell wafting through the air, all of this place seemed to be a different image in a very short time, from the human world to a hell of evil ghosts full of killing and death, just like a beautiful landscape painting, some of which are depicted as gloomy and obscure abstract paintings, out of place and full of a sense of disobedience.

Just when this sense of silence and disobedience continued, as if it was about to crush people, suddenly someone spoke, and it was this voice that pulled this place from hell back to the world, so that the people around him could take a breath and soothe the beating heart of "bang".

"According to the gambling agreement, from today onwards, this piece of land on the border between Hillivan and Manny will be under the control of our wolf gang. Give you three days, and you will all withdraw from the gambling stalls, kilns, packers, etc., and if there are still people occupying them after three days, don't blame me for not saying anything ugly!", the voice was extremely hoarse, and with a tone of command that would not allow resistance, it turned out that among the group of people standing aside, the first one spoke to a dozen people behind him, and around them, some people stood scattered, as if they were guards.

The man was a burly man, standing straight and tall, standing there like a big tree, his thick arms seemed to be able to kill people with a single punch, and the momentum of only one person overwhelmed the other dozen people. Al had thought they were together, but now it didn't seem to be the man's tone, and the people around him were more guards than guards, preventing them from escaping.

"Withdraw all, you can't eat meat without any soup left!" someone subconsciously objected, this is really not a way to live, and he refuses to show a little bit between his fingers, even if it is the underworld.

"Phew!", the strong man spat on the man's face, "just because you garbage goods, you still want to drink soup." If it weren't for the ...... If it weren't for Lao Tzu's kindness, he would have killed you all a long time ago, and what kind of gambling would you have. He sneered, raised his casserole fist and smashed it directly, and before he hit it twice, he saw that the man's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't speak.

When the other dozen or so people saw his miserable appearance, they remembered the dozen or so people who had been killed like chickens during the group fight just now, and they were silent one by one, and there was no objection.

Who knew that the strong man was still not satisfied, he snorted, threw the mud-like person on the ground like a rag, and said with a sinister face: "Sure enough, you can't be kind, you leprosy dogs just toast and don't eat and drink." Tie these dog things up and put knives around their necks to see if they withdraw or not. ”

When his order was issued, the surrounding subordinates immediately pounced, knocked the dozen or so people to the ground like eagles catching chickens, and then tied them up, looking at their fierce looks, if they were taken away, what would happen well.

The dozen or so people immediately screamed like slain steers, and begged the strong man for mercy: "Go around me, I will withdraw the men immediately." There is also a gambling swear: "As long as you let me go, I will leave the Holy Radiance City immediately, and I will never set foot in this city again." It's a pity that these begs for mercy are really like scratching their boots, and they can't impress this strong man at all, seeing that these people are about to be taken away.

"Wait a minute!", Al shouted, walking towards the strong man. He had to stand up, because in the cry for mercy just now, he heard Quinn's unique male duck voice, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as the person didn't die.

Al had barely taken two steps when he was stopped by one of the thugs. The man didn't talk nonsense, and reached out and grabbed Al's shoulder, as if he wanted to lock Al's shoulder.

Even this technique is not used by street gangsters, street fights are usually a punch to the abdomen first, well versed in the principle of "fast, accurate, and ruthless", and the person is beaten and hurt first. Unload the arm first, this kind of combat method to abolish the opponent's combat effectiveness is a very standard army capture technique.

Al's eyes froze, is he really a professional soldier? It's just that this person is also paralyzed and careless, so he grabbed it with such a big grin, and now the door is wide open. Al deviated from his shoulder, and the whole person turned sideways, changing from a straight line to a vertical shape, and the thug's grasp was directly empty.

Al didn't give him a chance to react at all, and strode into his fist! His right hand was as straight as a big gun, and he smashed directly into the opponent's throat. The left hand was not idle, and he made a fist to block the opponent's other hand.

Now Al has rushed into the door of the thug and hit the opponent's vital point, the opponent has not retreated, and he can't resist, and he has fallen into a dead end!

However, at this moment when his life was hanging by a thread, the thug's eyes were still fixed on Al, and he did not close his eyes. There was no fear of horror in his eyes, but a kind of coldness and even a sense of relief that he had revenge