The moon hangs like a hook in a cloudless sky.

The moonlight shone quietly in his hair.

This was originally an advance discussion between Xie Wuyi and him.

disguised in schemes, disguised quarrels, and finally under the eyes of everyone, like a lost dog.

No one would cast any meaningful glances at a defeated rooster, which gave him a chance to burrow into the back alley.

In a place like the Iron Painting Gambling House, there is never a shortage of hired thugs, and it just so happens that they are hoarded in the back alleys.

In the middle of the night, when I saw a swarthy middle-aged man pacing in, of course I would shout.

"Stop. ”

If a gambler who has no intention of breaking in is stopped by seven or eight people pointing at his nose, he not only has to stop, but simply turns around and runs.

Although there are not many people who have strayed in, the thugs have seen a lot.

Usually with a light drink, they will run away.

So although he shouted, he didn't pay much attention at all, and just hoped that the middle-aged man would hurry up and run away, so that the guys could continue to beat the side stove and drink spirits.

The middle-aged man stepped forward and elbowed down in front of a thug, and the man was too late to exclaim, he was already dragged down, and he fell the bluestone floor, and even broke the back of his head.

The three thugs beside the man were unexpected, and they didn't even react, and they were still in a daze, when his hook came again, hitting the temples, eye sockets, and the bridge of the nose one after another, and the three of them jumped away like pinballs and fell down one after another. One fainted, one snot and tears kept dripping, and one couldn't open his eyes anymore.

It was only at this time that the remaining three finally saw the situation clearly, smashed the wine bowl in their hands to the ground, and with a wave of their empty hands, they copied out two steel knives and two short spears.

The sharp edges of the spears were all pointed at him.

In this narrow back alley, whoever is is stared at by a wide knife and a sharp spear, it is unbearable.

Those who often fight know that the situation at this time is, of course, to pull out of position, and the farther away from the indifferent weapon, the better.

But he rushed up with a single brain.

The four of them were all taken aback by him, and of course no one could have imagined such a lifeless person.

The two steel knives slashed left and right, towards the corner of his eye.

The short spear also had a clear division of labor, piercing his waist and abdomen.

The back alley is narrow, and the knives and spears are certainly sharp, but they are too slow.

In his eyes, the skills of the four people were too slow, so slow that they fell left and right under their feet, and they dodged all the killing moves.

His fist stretched out, and the faces of the four people became sandbags, and the shadow of the fist was illuminated by the moonlight, and Xiaoxiao fell on several faces.

There was a muffled thud of fists, and the back alley fell silent.

He found several bundles of long ropes, tied the bodies of the eight men, and stuffed their mouths with the cloth torn from their clothes, looked around, and quietly climbed up the roof tiles while there was no one.

Now the entire Iron Painting Gambling House is under his nose, and no movement can escape him.

It was the third battle between Mo Wujiu and Geng Yuer, and the two fought evenly on pai gow.

He swept past the two of them and looked directly at Jiang Qiyun.

After so many years of rolling and crawling, he had already trained his vision viciously, and when he was at the gambling table with Xie Wuyi, he had already noticed that Jiang Qiyun was watching aside.

Although Xie Wuyi acted indulgently, there were many such people in Lanyi Bay, and he didn't know that he was being targeted.

So he couldn't help but associate Jiang Qiyun and Fang Cai's opponent together.

Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun stood together, Jiang Qiyun was on the left side of the two, unrelated on the surface, but his eyes lit up.