Big Brother Chapter 120

  "If my big brother were here, your little dog would have been dead long ago. How dare you still bark here?"

  "You dare to be stubborn, little rabbit? Then I'll kill you first and see how your big brother can deal with me." A young man with a white streak in his hair narrowed his eyes, his gaze flashing with icy coldness.

  His surname is Liu, his name is Po Dong, and he is the young master of Jianmen. The pursuit of Shao Yang's whereabouts was originally led by him, so naturally, Guang Tou Lang and Zhao Gang had to report to him.

  But what he didn't expect was that the person Liu Dashi wanted, someone dared to come and snatch. Moreover, this person was clearly at a disadvantage, yet still stubbornly refused to give in.

  So he coldly gave the order: "Kill you, and then I'll go find your big brother to settle the score! Up!"

  After hearing his words, several young men with gloomy expressions immediately stepped forward from behind him. Each of them held a narrow and long curved knife in their hands, skilled in the art of coordinated attacks.

  Zhuo Bufan's eyes narrowed, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He muttered: "Wait for me to stop them, then you run! If you can survive, tell my brother that I'm not skilled enough, so I'll leave first! Let him take care of Uncle Guo!"

  As he spoke, he tightly grasped the black dagger in his hand and scanned the surroundings with a piercing gaze.

  The old boatman's body stiffened slightly behind him, but his mouth corners curved up lightly, and a hint of sharp light flashed in his eyes. His hand, which had been shrunk all along, moved slightly, and the tip of his finger seemed to flash with a bit of sunlight.

  He immediately saw the car speeding towards him from afar. As a result, his hand that was about to rise again fell back down, and the chill in his eyes was replaced by calmness and fear.

  "We won't die, I guarantee it." The old boat's voice rang out.

  Zhuo Bu Fan's eyebrows slightly raised, but before he could wonder why the old boat was so affirmative in its response to him, several knives immediately came slashing towards him from the front.

  Zhuo Bufan let out a loud shout, pushing the old boat backwards with one hand, and quickly rushed forward. Before he even arrived, his black dagger had already sliced through the air with a mournful whistle, fiercely heading towards one of the knife-wielding men.

  "Bang!" Sparks flew everywhere, and the knife-wielding man grunted, involuntarily taking two steps back.

  Zhuo Bu Fan was also caught off guard, and the several knife-wielding men beside him immediately let out a cold shout, swinging their curved knives to attack him from both sides. These few people's eyes were venomous, and their timing of striking was extremely well grasped, clearly being old hands with exceptionally rich fighting experience.

  The best thing for Zhuo Bu Fan to do at this time was to retreat, retreating out of the range of his opponent's curved blade.

  But he also knew that if he retreated at this time, he would immediately fall into the joint attack of these few people. At that time, even if he wanted to fight to the death, it would be difficult for him to take down a scapegoat.

  So he forcibly restrained his urge to retreat, and with a sudden burst of strength, his body shot forward like a flying javelin.

  The sound of clanging continued to ring out, but Zhuo Bufan's dagger was too short, so he was at a disadvantage. However, in the blink of an eye, he had two more wounds on his body. Nevertheless, he still managed to break through the interception of those few knife-wielding men and rushed to the side of the one he had knocked back earlier. Then, with a very gentle motion, he ruthlessly stabbed the blade into the opponent's abdomen.

  With a muffled groan, Zhuo Bu Fan paid the price for this, and his body had another wound.

  The remaining few knife guests suddenly roared and rushed towards him together. In their attack, someone actually killed their own brother? They couldn't help but be furious, frantic, and crazy!

  A curved knife, mixed with their anger and madness, chopped towards Zhuo Bufan. Although Zhuo Bufan made an effort to parry, a large piece of skin and flesh was still cut off from his thigh by one of the knife-wielding men.

  His counterattack also made the opponent feel very uncomfortable, and the black dagger seemed to be a poisonous snake that pulled out a deep wound on the opponent's wrist, revealing pale flesh and blood. The pained swordsman retreated to one side, losing his ability to fight.

  However, after Zhuo Bu Fan's leg was injured, dodging became somewhat inconvenient, so his body had two more wounds.

  Gasping heavily, Zhuo Bufan held a black dagger in his hand, standing upright like a solitary pine tree on the cliff top, proud and stubborn. He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring coldly at those few knife guests.

  These people are almost as strong as him individually, let alone when they join forces?

  Zhuo Bu Fan secretly sighed in his heart, he knew that today he might have to swallow his regret here.

  As soon as this thought emerged, he felt his body was both sour and swollen, all the bones in his body seemed to be cracking, and he almost couldn't stand up.

  He secretly bit his tongue hard, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and Zuo Bu Fan sneered: "If my brother were here, these few pieces of trash would have been corpses long ago!"

  "You little bastard, you're really asking for it! What a big mouth you have! Where's your big brother? Bring him out, I want to see what he's got. What skills does he have that can get you out of here?" Liu Podong said viciously.

  "As you wish!" A cold voice, as if blown from hell, suddenly swept past his ear, bringing a chill and ominous breath of death.

  At the same time as the sound rang out, a young disciple of the Sword Sect slowly fell to the ground.

  Han Yu, clad in a black windbreaker, stood there with a somber expression, exuding an aura of coldness.

  "Who?" Liu Podong suddenly lifted his head.

  Those few knife-wielding guests also focused their gaze and looked towards Han Yu.

  Han Yu slowly walked towards Zhuo Bu Fan: "Weren't you looking for me just now? I am the 'Big Brother' in his mouth, and the 'waste' in yours."

  "He's my brother, you're not qualified to move! He's my friend, and you're not qualified either!" Han Yu walked into the encirclement of those knife-wielding men with a nonchalant attitude, standing beside Zhuo Bu Fan, pointing at the old boat, his dark eyes filled with a greyish mockery.

  At this time, he was like the god of death who dominated life and death, and arbitrarily declared his intentions.

  "Hey kid, do you know what you're talking about? Hmm?" Liu Podong glanced around and saw that Han Yu had come alone, his courage suddenly increased again. He narrowed his eyes and said: "I'm not qualified? I hope in a while, you won't be kneeling in front of me begging for mercy."

  Han Yu directly shut his mouth and didn't give him any face at all.

  "Big brother!" Zhuo Bu Fan's mouth twitched, from thinking he was doomed to suddenly seeing a savior, in that brief instant, he felt as if he had experienced the cycle of life and death.

  At this time, he only felt that there were countless words to say to Han Yu. At least, he wanted to hold Han Yu and shout loudly a few times. But in the end, he just calmly and somewhat flatly shouted out one word: Big Brother.

  Big brother, a short two words, yet contains his willingness to use his life to maintain and interpret the friendship and power.

  Some people have been called "big brother" for their whole lives, but they don't have any siblings. Yet some people may only be called that for a few days, but they will hold those two words in their heart forever.

  Zhuo Bu Fan obviously belongs to the latter.

  Han Yu raised his hand and gently patted him on the shoulder, smiling: "Don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt you."

  "Take him away." The old boat also walked over and said softly: "They want to find Shao Yang through me, they won't really hurt me."

  "He's mine, I'll take him away, and you won't be staying either." Han Yu said calmly.

  The old boat revealed a wry smile, rubbed his somewhat aged nose, and the skin on his face slightly wrinkled: "You've brought two people, how can you still walk?"

  Han Yu gave him a deep look, his piercing and profound eyes made the old captain's eyes shrink involuntarily. He muttered to himself, had he discovered something?

  Han Yu withdrew his gaze and calmly spat out a few words: "Kill them all, isn't that enough."

  Kill them all, isn't that enough? Lao Chuan looked around at the several knife-wielding guests and more than twenty of Jianmen's elite, and couldn't help but shiver.

  If he wasn't bragging, then this is murder, these tactics...

  The old ship slightly lowered its head, and a hint of excitement and admiration gradually appeared in its veiled gaze...

  On the other side, Liu Podong was about to burst his lungs! The white hair on his forehead danced in the wind, with a hint of anger: "Up, all of you get up, and kill these two pretentious goods for me! Damn it, I've seen pretentious people before, but I've never seen anyone as pretentious as this! I want to see how he's going to kill us all!"

  On the other side, Han Yu was originally very lazy and stood relaxed, but after hearing this, his gaze suddenly condensed, and he seemed to be a lazy lion that suddenly rose up. His spine was like a bowstring, instantly tightening, and his feet exerted force on his waist, transmitting it through his spine. Han Yu's body lightly tilted, and his right leg was like a bursting cannonball, drawing an arc...