Chapter 60: Bloodstains on Western Clothes

  "Get out, I won't die!" Wild boar Huang Jun's right hand grasped a sharp mountain knife, his face ferocious. A patch of dark red blood was rapidly spreading on his thigh, and a younger brother next to him was using a spare antiseptic bandage to help stop the bleeding.

  He stood up somewhat impatiently, his scarlet eyes fixed tightly on the valley where Wen and others were surrounded by his men.

  Huang Jun Rong is one of the eight great generals of the Crazy Wind Sect and also a member of Ma Rulong's faction, the deputy leader of the Crazy Wind Gang.

  The last time, Ma San Tai went back and boasted about what Han Yu said, which had already made this fierce general of the Kuang Feng gang hold a belly full of discontent.

  Today, he received news that Han Yu had actually run to the Donglin market he was taking care of and started arguing with Miss Chu Yan.

  Chu Yan is who? The whole Tianshui City knows that she is the woman whom Master Ma San Tai has set his eyes on.

  In his own territory, competing with the woman he has set his sights on? What is this? This is contempt, it's a slap in Huang Junsheng's face!

  So he came with a hundred guards and after getting Ma San Tai's consent, he rushed to the Beihai County, the headquarters of Zhetian, Ximen Entertainment Club.

  It was a surprise attack, so this battle was fought very happily and very smoothly.

  Although the people blocking his way were a bit more troublesome than he had imagined, in the absence of anyone directing them, they still managed to get about thirty or forty of his younger brothers injured. However, compared to his own gains, all this could be ignored!

  A complete victory, this is a beautiful, unquestionable complete victory!

  Huang Junsheng only felt that he had vented his anger, and also learned from the intelligence that Xiaotian's younger brother had as many as three or four hundred people. The hundred men he brought were the elite under his command, but they didn't dare to say they could take on ten times their number, so he retreated.

  Although nicknamed Wild Boar, Huang Junxiong is obviously not stupid.

  If things ended like this, it would be a perfect ending, a surprise attack that succeeded. It would not only save face for himself but also please Ma San Tai and his father Ma Ru Long, with minimal loss to himself.

  Unfortunately, just halfway through, perfection was shattered.

  The people who block the sky actually came to the door, if they had more people, it would be fine. There were only five people, and they dared to intercept Huang Junshuo and cut off the hundred or so people he led.

  This arrogance once again enraged Huang Junshuo. Five people, even if he bypassed these five people and returned to the city unscathed, then he would have no face to say that he was one of the Eight Great Generals of the Crazy Wind in the future.

  He can't afford to lose this person, and neither can the Storm Gang.

  So these five people must die!

  However, what made Huang Jun's depression happen again was that he knew the other party dared to come to his door, and he must have relied on something. So, as soon as he came up, he let his subordinates gang up and beat him, and he also took action personally. Originally, he thought it would be a quick battle, but unexpectedly, one knife swung out, not only did it fail to cut off the opponent's head, but instead, he was cut on the thigh by the other party, with three or two more pieces of meat!

  Looking at his seventy or eighty younger brothers, each holding a shiny mountain-opening knife, surrounding the five people and chopping for half a day, not only did they fail to end the battle, but instead added more than thirty casualties to their own side. His eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the cold light in his eyes grew stronger!

  Five people, even if it's the one with the worst skills, are still evenly matched in strength!

  And as for the first one who was using a dagger and half of a three-edged military spear, he far surpassed him!

  Damn it, a small gang that just formed in a few days, where did they get so many good hands?

  Huang Jun's face turned dark, a cold smile spreading across his face as he gripped the mountain opener, advancing step by step towards Gu Ziwen and the others under the protection of several bodyguards. Sometimes, having superior skills doesn't necessarily mean you'll win.

  For example, at present.

  In the air, a faintly sweet bloody smell wafts about, along with numerous severed limbs and fresh blood.

  Low and mournful moans, piteous cries, continually resounded.

  To avoid drawing attention, Huang Jun and his men chose to enter and exit Beihai County via Xidan, a road that was rarely used by people. Moreover, it was winter dusk at the time, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road, so they managed to go unnoticed. If they had been seen, it would have likely caused quite a stir.

  The massacre is still going on!

  Hmph!

  Gu Ziwu's body dodged slightly slower, and a hole more than a foot long was torn on his shoulder.

  Pale flesh was instantly filled with blood!

  A sharp blade edge, brings out a hot blood, the name of the Crazy Wind Gang's younger brother who got it immediately retreated backwards.

  Unfortunately, his body had just retreated halfway when it suddenly stiffened.

  In a cold hum, Gu Ziwu's half-length three-edged military dagger flashed out of his hand, gently wiping across his throat before quickly retracting.

  A scorching hot blood arrow shot out from the throat of that Crazy Wind Gang junior, his eyes widened, still gripping his knife, and just as he was about to take a step forward, he crashed to the ground with a loud thud, forever freezing the look of utter incredulity on his face.

  Gu Ziwu didn't even give him a glance, whether it was his former identity as the Dark Night Snake King or today's overbearing Dark Snake, he was still that ruthless killer who liked to kill with one blow and showed no mercy!

  Today, blood will flow like rivers!

  Gu Ziwen tightly grasped the half of the three-edged dagger in his hand, while the other hand's dagger blocked forward.

  A mountain cleaver with a fierce killing intent heavily collided with his dagger.

  The collision of long knives and daggers, the contest of accumulating strength in one blow and hastily changing moves, the outcome is naturally self-evident.

  Gu Ziwen let out a low growl and stabbed the dagger in his hand into his own arm.

  This knife, he could have dodged it easily, although the weapon in his hand was not his familiar three-edged military dagger, which greatly discounted his combat effectiveness, but his agile movements were still there.

  But he didn't.

  Because behind him, there were four people. Four people who didn't have to appear here, yet insisted on standing behind him, accompanying him through the bloody battle!

  Today, when Huang Junshuo arrived at Ximen, Gu Ziwu was not there because he had gone to pick up these four people.

  Kill one thousand enemies, lose eight thousand of our own!

  The five of them killed more than thirty people in a crowd of seventy or eighty, but the price they paid was not small either!

  The mountain cannon, at the beginning of the charge in the front row, knocked down the most people, but also suffered the heaviest casualties! Especially the two knives on his belly had already made him lose his combat effectiveness, and now he was being protected by them in the middle.

  Haozi's leg was stabbed with a knife, deep enough to see the bone! Langya's arm was injured, Moji's mouth corner had blood, and his camouflage-colored jacket was torn apart, revealing the inside lining that had been stained dark red with blood.

  But they still stood their ground around the mountain gun, and although Gu Ziwen was an assassin, he was also a man!

  A man who is not talkative but has a clear distinction between kindness and resentment, is open-minded and takes pleasure in distinguishing between gratitude and revenge.

  So he didn't retreat, and would rather have his dagger pierce himself than give others the opportunity to harm those who had entrusted their backs to him.

  "Kill him!" Gu Ziwen didn't care about the wounds on his body, his slightly silver eyebrows furrowed lightly, and a cold killing intent flashed in his clear eyes.

  With a flick of his wrist, the triangular military dagger was thrown out without hesitation, turning into a dark light that shot into the chest of a Crazy Wind Gang junior.

  Then he began a slow retreat.

  Behind him, Wolf Tooth, covered in wounds, and Huo Zi, one on the left and one on the right, supported Shan Pao as they followed Mo Ji's footsteps, step by step, rushing outwards.

  The younger brothers of the Storm Riders sensed their intention to retreat and immediately regained their spirits, slowly pressing forward.