"Uncle Eagle, what should we do now?" The lean Ai Jing looked at the 'old man' in the gang in front of him.

Shan Ying rubbed his thin face: "Go, call the Local Security Bureau, and say that there is a murder in Judelou." ”

"Let the power of the dungeon intervene to see if we can keep our 'flower shirts'."

Ah Jing glanced at him: "If you can't keep it?" ”

Then he shook his head, he knew the answer.

With a gloomy face, the mountain eagle walked away with the others.

Ah Jing took out his mobile phone to call the residents' hotline, but the line was busy, and he could only pull one of his subordinates: "You go to the Local Security Bureau immediately, go quickly!" ”

Jude Building.

When Shanying came here, he saw that the door of the restaurant was blocked by a converted RV.

On the second floor, I don't know what knocked out a huge gap, and there were two rows of figures standing in the wooden corridor, both with weapons in their hands, looking at the people below with expressionless faces.

On the ground lay the bodies of more than a dozen men in floral shirts, some of whom had fallen to their deaths, some had been stabbed to death, and some had been shot in the head with sniper rifles.

Now the outside of the restaurant is full of gangs in flower shirts, and hundreds of gangs have surrounded Jude Building, and at the same time, they have blocked the street where the restaurant is located.

"Wow, it's such a big battle, I haven't seen such a lively scene for many years, but it's a pity that it's all a bunch of waste, and it's useless."

A young voice sounded, but the tone was extraordinarily arrogant.

The crowd parted, and a group of men in black suits walked in, all with guns in their hands, and some even carrying bazookas.

The man at the front had a baby face, a toothpick, and a cynical look.

'Corpse dog', Yang Hao!

Shan Ying snorted from his nostrils: "The surname is Yang, he is still crazy at this time, and the seventh master was killed by someone, do you know it!" ”

Yang Hao spit out the toothpick in his mouth: "People always have to die, the seventh master is not a god, death is death." ”

"Anyway, all these years, he should have enjoyed it, and he died unjustly, haha."

"What did you say!"

"Is there a seventh master in your eyes surnamed Yang!"

"Apologize to the Seventh Master!"

Next to the mountain eagle, the backbone of the flower shirt pointed at Yang Hao and roared.

Yang Hao smiled, took a rifle from the next hand, and swept it at the feet of those people, sweeping everyone back, except for the mountain eagle.

Yang Haopi said with a smile: "Uncle Ying, you are sophisticated, unlike these wastes, a few bullets will scare you." "With your little guts, you still want to say that mine is not you?"

"Rubbish!"

There was a lot of scolding, but no one squeaked.

Shanying played a round at this time: "Okay, don't let people outside see the joke." ”

Then he raised his head, looked into the middle of the building, and shouted, "I, the 'flower-shirted' mountain eagle." ”

"Yang Hao and I are here, just say something!"

Someone in the building cleared his throat, and a string of laughter rang out, and a man in a Taoist bun walked out of it.

"Two masters, our husband is invited."

Yang Hao raised his head and said with a smile: "Then you should move the car away, this gate is blocked, how can we go in?" ”

The Taoist priest had a smile on his face: "Look at what Yang Ye said, this little thing, how can it be difficult to defeat the two masters, please." ”

Yang Hao glanced at Shan Ying with a smile: "Then why don't you ask Uncle Ying first?" ”

Shan Ying knew that he was afraid that there would be an ambush inside, so he snorted: "This time you know that the elders and young are inferior?" ”

"What are you talking about, I have always respected Uncle Ying." Yang Hao said with a smile.

Shanying closed his eyes, exerted his strength violently, jumped on the roof of the RV in a few steps, and stepped hard, and came to the wooden fence on the second floor of the restaurant and stood in the corridor.

Yang Hao whistled, clapped his hands, and then put his hands in his trouser pockets and jumped to the second floor of the restaurant with Shanying in his hands.

The man in the Taoist bun led the way in front and led the two into the restaurant, the hall in front of the stage on the second floor was a mess, the tables and chairs fell to the ground, and melons and fruits were spilled everywhere.

As soon as Shanying came in, he saw Lei Qi's two women huddled in the corner, crying so much that their makeup was spent.

I also saw a small mecha nearly four meters tall standing on the stage, the mecha was all vermilion, and the face armor was hideous like a ghost.

Lei Qi's body was lying next to the mecha, and the blood had already stained the floor of the stage black and red.

At the edge of the stage, there was a man sitting, with slightly messy black hair, a pair of red eyes surging with evil energy, a knife wrapped in rhinoceros skin at his feet, and another one lying horizontally on his legs.

Although he was mentally prepared, when he saw this person, Shanying still gasped.

Yang Hao, who was walking behind, asked softly: "This is what you call the red ghost?" ”

Shanying nodded slightly, and then saw one person standing on each side of the stage.

One is his 'old acquaintance', Guan Peng of the 'Iron Horse'.

The other man was Zhang Sheng's face, one-armed, and carrying a long knife in his hand, but standing there, he gave people a very bad feeling. Mountain Eagle had a headache.

Just this one-armed person and Guan Peng can suppress himself and Yang Hao.

In addition, that Taoist bun is also not easy to mess with.

The most difficult to mess with is naturally the young man named 'Red Ghost' sitting on the stage.

Shanying couldn't help frowning, why didn't the people from the local security bureau come yet.

Then.

The young man on the stage spoke: "Lei Qi is dead. ”

"In the future, 'Flower Shirt' will follow me."

Two simple sentences determine the future path of 'flower shirts'.

Yang Hao and Shan Ying were stunned, and they were a little uncomfortable with the 'red ghost'.

Then the babyface laughed: "You think you're playing with the house?" ”

"The Seventh Master is dead, and the 'Flower Shirt' is yours?"

"You have to ask the opinion of the hundreds of brothers in the 'flower shirt'..."

That's when it happened.

He saw the figure on the stage move.

Like a dragonfly dotting water, it suddenly moved in front of me without any warning.

Then the sword light was like a hidden dragon out of the stream, breaking out of the sheath, and with a bang, it outlined a large arc in the half space of the dim restaurant hall, following a natural trajectory, slashing towards Yang Hao.

In an instant, Yang Hao's eyes widened, and he saw the angry sea that turned into an overturned sea with the sword light.

The tide of anger overturned, and it went for thousands of miles.

Accompanied by the snowy knife arc, the majestic pressure made Yang Hao unable to say half a word, he could only roar, and a pair of crutches slipped out of his sleeve, staggering to defend against the enemy.

Clang!

When the knives and sticks collided, the piercing sound was even heard clearly by the people outside the building.

The mountain eagle closest to Yang Hao in the building almost thought that a grenade exploded beside him, whether it was the loud sound of the collision or the light that exploded in an instant, it was so bright and dazzling.

Then I saw Yang Hao, who had always been open-mouthed, half-kneeling on the ground, two crutches broken into four, one arm broken shoulder to shoulder, lying in a pool of blood.

And the long knife that cut off Yang Hao's arm was dripping with blood.

Yang Hao's expression was distorted, and a pair of red eyes of the 'Red Ghost' were like surging blood.

Yang Hao, who has always been known for his madness, is now quiet, and even his breath is deliberately lowered a lot.

I'm afraid that I will disturb the killing god in front of me.

Looking at this man nicknamed 'Corpse Dog', Luo Yan asked softly, "You, do you still have any opinions?" ”