Hai Pai Di bar.

The home of the drunken gold fans under the prosperity of the world has now become a world where all living beings suffer as the Buddhists say!

Corpses everywhere!

Without the dynamic music, the crazy rock music, and the staggered spectacle, the original transparent coffee table was already stained with blood, and even the dance floor was covered with corpses!

The female rock singer on the stage, who has a hoarse but explosive voice, has been nailed to the ground with a knife, just because there is a too enchanting black rose tattoo on her neck, and the world has since lost an artist who can sing "Sheismysin" so sonorously and powerfully, so tastefully.

Offstage, the corpses of the triad samurai were stacked on top of each other, blood flowed like a river, and even the whole slow shake bar was filled with a pungent smell of blood!

In this battle, everyone will be annihilated!

Anyone who dares to resist with a sword, kill!

Tattooed with a black rose on the body, kill!

Whoever blocks the pace of the attack, kills!

This is the order given by Mo Long when he rushed in, which can not be described as ruthless, and people can't help but recall the poem of Zhang Xianzhong, the "human slaughter" who slaughtered the land of Sichuan and Shu for thousands of miles in history.

This time, he practiced the path of the asura, using a ruthless knife to create a world of whims. There were only a lot of red men and green women left who just came here to play, trembling with fright, squatting by the wall with their heads in their hands, but fortunately they survived, and it was the greatest luck to survive when they bumped into this kind of thing.

Mo Long was covered in blood, and he didn't know when his coat had been thrown away, leaving only a white shirt on his upper body, saying that it was a white shirt, but in fact, it was not that it was a red shirt that was more appropriate, because it had long been stained with blood, his face was mottled with blood, and he had a hideous aura, holding a wolfskin scabbard in his left hand, and holding a Tang knife in his right hand that still had blood flowing down the blood trough, and the whole person looked like a demon god who had been killed from hell. "Check one by one, check carefully, as long as there are black roses tattooed on the body, there will be no mercy! If it is an innocent person, you can let him go!"

After finishing speaking, he went directly to the second floor surrounded by several Yuntianhui warriors, without stopping all the way, and almost went directly to Lao Wu's office!

It was a little brother who opened the door, and after a somewhat dull sound of "squeak", without warning, a series of gunshots came from inside!

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullet roared, with terrible penetrating power, directly piercing the wooden door, and in the flying sawdust, the little brother who opened the door was immediately beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground and died!

After seven shots!

Mo Long rushed in with a look of anger.

But I saw that a young man in his twenties was sitting on a chair in the house that originally belonged to the fifth child, seriously injured, stabbed in the abdomen, and his intestines flowed out.

Yes, it's just laughing, it's weird!

In his drooping hand, he held a May Fourth pistol with its muzzle still smoking.

Who is this young man, not Yunfei?!

"Fuck!"

Mo Long cursed, without saying a word, he stepped forward a few steps, and with a stroke of the knife, he cut off Yun Fei's head, and after a head flew high, it rolled to the ground with a grunt!

From beginning to end, Yun Fei was very calm, and when facing death, he was as calm as a stone!

Mo Long glanced at the corpse that fell to the ground, his teeth creaked, and he said hatefully: "When you die, you pull one of my brothers to accompany you to the funeral, isn't it?

As he spoke, he looked at the others behind him, and said coldly: "Find out the identity of this Wang Ba calf, kill my brother alone, ten lives are enough!

Mo Long's evil spirit is very heavy, he fought all night, and his brothers also suffered heavy losses, those people, almost all of them were Qing Gang generals, they followed him a long time ago, and now they are dead in Hong Kong, which also makes him really angry, otherwise, why is it so ruthless?

This is the case with rivers and lakes, grievances and grievances, entanglement endlessly, if you want to be clean and mixed alone, there is no possibility, and the disaster to your family is just a slogan, not alone, my father and mother are ordinary people, I have no ability to protect myself, if I don't want to pull my parents into troubled waters, it's best not to step into this place!

The underground world is not beautiful, and it cannot be retained!

This is the evaluation given by Ye Wushuang - the despicable streets, some are just infinitely amplified by the law of the jungle, and the bloody rules of survival!

After doing all this, Mo Long didn't say anything more, looked at the window where Shang Qian was pulling the curtains twisted into a rope, and walked over immediately. Outside, where the lights flickered, you could still vaguely hear shouts - those who take off the old five heads of the triad will be rewarded with five million!

Everything is a little far away, but it seems to be close at hand.

However, Mo Long did not continue to pursue, but sat on the ground to recuperate, and his eyes were somewhat profound.

"Jingle Bell ......"

After a long time, a phone rang, which woke up Mo Long, who was resting with his eyes closed, and took out the hand of the Dark Council, which was specially equipped with cutting-edge communication technology, from his trouser pocket, and after looking at the number, he picked it up: "Kui, what are you looking for me?"

As he spoke, Mo Long glanced at the watch he was wearing on his wrist, and saw that it was already three o'clock in the evening.

Soon, Ye Wushuang's unique, very magnetic, and rather mellow voice came: "How is it over there?"

"It's almost over. ”

Mo Long exhaled a long breath and said: "Causeway Bay and the New Territories, as long as the people I brought with me, have all done their work, picked out all the fields of the two bosses, Lao Wu and Fang Biao, and the beheadings are not counted, and they have not been counted clearly, Fang Biao was surrounded by his brothers in his junior's house and hacked to death in the red powder nest. Lao Wu stayed in his office, I personally brought someone here, and now it has been defeated, but Lao Wu ran away and is chasing!"

"Not bad. ”

Ye Wushuang said: "But let's put aside the matter of chasing the fifth brother for the time being, just leave fifty or sixty brothers to search around, there is such a big trouble tonight, it is time to retreat in time, or Zou Haoran is not easy to explain to the people below, as for the scapegoat, don't think about it, I have already let Zhang Zhihao arrest him, all of them are triad cubs, and they will be thrown to the police for a while, which can be regarded as a reason to give Zou Haoran a reason to gag people!"

Mo Long was silent for a moment and asked, "How are Zhang Zhihao, Nine Pattern Dragon, and Soros doing there?"

"It's done!"

Ye Wushuang said: "The Nine-Pattern Dragon has returned, and the others are also on the way, and your side has also won." Hehe...... Tonight, we picked a triad in half of Hong Kong!"

After speaking, Ye Wushuang hung up the phone!

Mo Long stood up a little sluggishly, and stood in front of the window looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance!

Oh, yes...... Tonight, they almost picked out half of Hong Kong!

Causeway Bay, New Territories, Kowloon......

What happened in this Haipai Di bar is just a small microcosm, tonight, there are such fires in half of Hong Kong! As long as there is a triad venue, there are people from their dark council who are wielding knives to attack!

Mo Long looked at the somewhat miserable night, then at his bloodstained hands, and suddenly smiled.

The night belongs to the darkness, and in the darkness, they are invincible!

What are you afraid of!?

Mo Long suddenly laughed and said softly: "The world has never been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain!"

Jun Xiu asked, men have their own men.

Men should be violent.

Things and benevolence do not stand.

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

If you slaughter nine million, you will be the best of the best!"

Tonight, the triad can only tremble under their butcher's knife, half of Hong Kong is their battlefield!