Chapter 103 Dog Bites Dog

  After a long time, there was no mournful cry from downstairs. The middle-aged man turned around suspiciously and looked down at the floor below, only to see that the entire floor was covered with the severed limbs of zombies, black blood flowing everywhere. Not a single zombie was still standing; they had all been slaughtered. At this moment, Wu Xiaotian was sheathing his sword. Although he was far away, the middle-aged man could still feel the lingering aura of death on Wu Xiaotian's body. However, when Wu Xiaotian fully inserted the blood-red Tang knife into its scabbard, he no longer felt the presence of the aura of death.

  "How strange!"

  "Dad, that person is really formidable."

  The voice during puberty is just so unpleasant, but boys can't help it, this is an inevitable phenomenon of physical development.

  "In the summer, you quickly go and help him open the door, and invite him to come up." The middle-aged man comforted the girl who was scared by the zombie corpse, just as he instructed the boy. This boy was about to go downstairs to open the door for Wu Xiaotian, but as soon as he opened the anti-theft door, his collar was caught by a hand.

  "You guys don't want to live anymore, Xiaoming, are you trying to let the zombies in and then eat us?"

  The one who said this was a fat man, his huge belly matched with a height of less than 1.6 meters, just a lump of moving fat, if cannibals saw him, they would definitely be very happy, and next to this fat stood a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses, the man in sunglasses also held a summer collar.

  "Let me go, you dead face."

  The summer was being dragged away, flailing its arms and legs wildly, but it was all in vain. The man with the sunglasses seemed to feel that this summer was too annoying, so he put down the summer and then kicked it out a few meters with one foot. Summer was directly kicked out of several meters and fainted. The middle-aged man, Xia Ming, hobbled over to Summer's side, hugged him, and glared at the two people standing in the doorway with a cracking gaze.

  "Hah, Xiaoming, I'm telling you, if you hand over your little girl to me, after all, she's not your daughter. But you actually dared to resist me, so I broke your leg. Now you still want to let the zombies in? Tell me, how should I deal with you now?"

  This fatty didn't care about Xia Ming's warning gaze, and after speaking, his beady eyes were still staring at the girl who had run to Xia Ming's side.

  "Wu Zhong, you bastard, Uncle not only saved you all, but you actually... "

  Before the little girl could finish speaking, she was pulled back by Xia Ming. Xia Ming said to this fat man called Wu Zhong: "What do you want to do?"

  "There's nothing, just want the little girl by your side to accompany me to sleep, I can..."

  "Hmph"

  A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat onto Wu Zhong's face, and Xia Ming didn't even bother to reason with him. Instead, he pulled the girl behind him and took up a fighting stance. Although his footwork was useless, his hand-to-hand combat skills were not to be underestimated.

  "He Kun, break his four limbs and then throw him out to feed the zombies."

  Wipe the thick sputum off your face, Wu Zhong ordered the bespectacled man beside him. However, He Kun, the bespectacled man, did not listen to Wu Baozi's order, but instead kicked him away and spat on his fat face, saying viciously: "Dead fatty, I've had enough of you! I thought following you would make me live a good life, but now I've been starving for three days. I'll slaughter all the men and eat them with wine, and that little girl will be mine too!"

  "You, if it weren't for me spending money to bail you out of jail, would you be where you are today?"

  "Son of a dog, I'm a three-time Sanshou champion, wherever I go, I don't eat for nothing. It's not for the money, I'll follow you?"

  "You... Ah, ah!"

  Before he could finish cursing, Wu Zhong's finger was trampled and broken by He Kun. He turned his head to look at Xia Ming, who was in a fighting stance, and sneered: "I'll slaughter all of you first, including your little woman, I'll let you taste my power."

  He Kun rushed towards Xia Ming, and Xia Ming was not afraid of the three-time sanda champion. If he were in good health, the three champions would have to leave on their backs because he had been practicing Chinese martial arts for years. If it weren't for his leg being broken while he was asleep, he would have driven these two losers out long ago. But as the saying goes, a dragon swimming in shallow waters will be teased by shrimps, and a tiger falling into a plain will be bullied by dogs.

  "Crack!"

  A cracking sound was heard, but it wasn't Xiaoming's, it was He Kun, the man with sunglasses. Now He Kun covered his arm, looking incredulously at Xiaoming's broken leg. Just now he hadn't even seen Xiaoming's movement clearly, and his hand had already been dislocated.

  "Uncle, good job, quickly beat him..."

  The little girl couldn't finish her sentence because she saw what He Kui was holding in his hand, a pistol, the black muzzle was really pointing at them. Now she finally knew why Xia Ming was so fierce and why they had been enduring humiliation, because they had guns in their hands.

  "Haha, I'll take you all down right now!"

  He Kun sneered, aiming his handgun at Xia Ming. As long as he took him out first, there would be no threat. Xia Ming's eyes dimmed, and although he had practiced martial arts, it was impossible for him to dodge the bullet. He could only wait for the sound of the gunshot, then throw both children out the window. He knew He Kun wouldn't dare go outside because of the zombies, and now he just hoped the person downstairs was a good person. He Kun's brain sent the command to pull the trigger, but he didn't hear the gunshot. Hadn't he pulled it? Pulling again, he found that his hand hadn't followed his brain's command, instead maintaining its grip on the gun.

  He Kun, who didn't believe in evil, was about to pull the trigger again, but at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his arm. He stared at his left hand holding the gun in shock, and a line of blood slowly appeared on his wrist.

  "Clang"

  "Hmmph"

  The sound of the palm connecting with the gun dropping, the sound of blood spraying from his wrist, made He Kun disbelieving, but the intense pain transmitted to his hand was undeniable.

  "Ah..."

  When Xia Ming heard He Kun's miserable cry, he finally came to his senses, because he was dazzled by the fleeting knife light just now. Others didn't see that knife light, because their reaction nerves were unable to detect it, and even He Kun himself didn't notice it. What a stunning knife! A knife? The person downstairs just used a Tang knife, could it be?!

  "It's really him!"

  Xia Ming saw the man who was lighting a cigarette, the one with two Tang knives hanging from his waist. And this man was Wu Xiaotian, he had come up early, and the door couldn't stop him. When he arrived here, he saw a man, a real man who could take responsibility, and also saw a play, a dog-biting-dog play. To thank these two men for performing the dog-biting-dog play, Wu Xiaotian decided to thank them!