Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 378 The gunshot kills the prince!
"Tsk tsk."

The prince crossed his legs and leaned forward, placing his palms on the pile of banknotes and scratching the paper with his fingers: "Brother Kun, it seems that you are very anxious?"

A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his facial muscles flexed.

The scar on the left cheek was very obvious, and he said in a playful tone: "Brother Kun, please go outside and inquire first, whether my prince usually helps others to make peace."

"If there is really something that my prince is responsible for, go and find out what the price is for my prince to help people settle the matter."

The prince took back his body and said with a careless attitude: "This is not enough for brothers to go out and have fun."

Although the prince's palace is not deep enough and his character is impetuous, he still knows banknotes and can count them.

He, Liangkun, has made an unknown amount of money on his own as a fan over the years, and he has never made a fortune with his prince.

If I get the chance this time, of course I want him to have a good bloodletting.

Just want yourself to do something for him for two hundred thousand? Dreaming.

Now people from Xinji have come in. If we don’t have a tenable character, it’s absolutely impossible to be defeated by the opponent in one night.

Liangkun shouted outside: "Inform the other gangsters and send them all to the front and fight them to the end!"

The battle lines stretched infinitely, causing chaos in all the lobby halls in Causeway Bay.

In this era, skilled people are always valuable, especially the prince who is known as the Hongxing God of War.

Liangkun's mentality was completely shattered. He raised his hand and smashed the TV in front of him: "Xinji is such a fucking bully."

His eyes widened, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Call the finance, bring up another five hundred thousand, and ask the prince to go out and do something!"

Liangkun cursed in a low voice with a hoarse voice, and looked at the leaving prince: "Street boy, don't let me have the chance to deal with you."

"Last time, we teamed up with Wu Zhihui to trample our territory in Wan Chai. Tonight, we joined forces with Wu Zhihui and others to invade our territory in Causeway Bay?"

"Silly Qiang!"

"Go first."

"damn it!"

The prince got up and left. He didn't like Liangkun's behavior at all.

"I'm running for exercise. I know it, but I still use you to tell me?"

"One million?"

Of course.

The prince sets a stage for himself, so there is no need for him, just a slapper.

No wonder Liangkun is so angry.

Liangkun still underestimated what happened tonight. As Aji and others led the team to do things, Xinji's Si Yanming also followed into Causeway Bay.

I didn't expect that the prince would be so unwilling to give him face. It's no wonder that the leader Jiang Tiansheng was unhappy with him, and it was not without reason.

The reason why Liangkun is so aggrieved now is that there is another big problem. Although these expenses have emptied a lot of money from the books, the finance company still has money.

Liangkun frowned, looking at the prince with a bit of displeasure in his eyes.

"Grass mud horse!"

only.

When these old guys saw how much they had consumed in a short period of time, they immediately stopped Liangkun from touching the money. They blamed Liangkun for losing the territory in Wan Chai. They even brought Jiang Tiansheng out to coerce him. Liangkun was very unhappy.

The prince scolded him unceremoniously and urged: "Send the money over quickly, the sooner the better."

He moved his neck and said with an unhappy look on his face: "I'm sure you don't mind if you don't have to pay for it. This is my own damn money, and you're still praising him!"

"Yes Yes"

As an agency leader, I have done my job clearly, but I am just being manipulated by these old guys.

Shaqiang held the phone and looked at Liangkun, who had a gloomy expression. Seeing the other party nodding, he quickly agreed: "Okay, I will arrange for someone to send the money over now."

He did not forget to ask: "Brother Prince, what are you doing? You are out of breath. Get ready and do things immediately after you get the money."

If Liangkun has the ability, don't look for him. Find someone to deal with it yourself.

The small amount of funds on the books of Hongxing's own financial company were wiped out a lot by the fire and drug expenses and bail fees in the past few days.

"Grass!"

Silly Qiang shrank and nodded in agreement. He was used to it now. Liangkun liked to kick him whenever he had trouble, and he had gained experience in resisting beatings.

Being able to come to the prince, open his mouth and shut up, shout like a good brother, and talk to the prince with a great attitude is already a great honor to Liangkun.

The prince took the phone and responded with a heavy breath: "Put it all together, one million, and I will take care of them."

"He's running for exercise."

Sha Qiang hung up the phone and reported to Liang Kunhui: "Although the prince wants a little more, I feel that he is definitely reliable. As the saying goes, there is no diamond and no porcelain."

Liangkun charged and kicked Shaqiang out, and said hoarsely and gloomily: "You are full of jingles, you want to get into college!"

There are still many horse boys who have not been paid their carriage fees. This is one of the reasons why their morale in Hongxing continues to be low.

Prioritize the bailout of the people and continue the fight. The soup and medicine expenses cannot be escaped, otherwise there will be no one to do the work, so the personnel expenses should be owed first.

There was another key reason why Jingkun was willing to spend so much money to bring peace to the prince. Wu Zhihui was entering Jingkun's territory, otherwise he wouldn't have paid for it himself.

"Jiang Tiansheng!"

Liangkun had a gloomy face and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and muttered: "You let those old guys stop me from using my funds. Let's settle the accounts slowly after this matter is settled."

He silently remembered in his heart: "And you, the Street Prince, can fight, right? I'll let you beat the Street Boy!"

This is the phone.

The prince casually threw the phone aside.

The prince looked at the woman twisting under him and yelled outside: "Call two more to come in, each with a tip of three thousand."

"Oh, my prince is so generous tonight!"

Mama-san responded with a smile.

A full half hour passed, and Ma Zai, who was waiting outside, couldn't help knocking on the door and urging: "Brother Prince, how are you?"

"Si Qiang, that guy on the street, has been calling us to ask where you are. One million has been sent to us."

"I know, I know."

The prince replied distractedly: "Tell them, it will be fine soon."

His body trembled twice, and he muttered cursingly: "Damn, isn't it just a few people jumping on the street? Why is Liangkun so scared?"

After throwing some money on the bed, the prince put on a tight vest and came out of the room: "Let's go."

outside.

Ma Zai has been waiting for a long time.

The prince got into the car and put the bag he had prepared on Ma Zai's lap next to him: "Can you do it?"

This is the gunman he found. He has used it once before, and the effect was good. This time he found work, so he called him again.

"can."

The gunman opened the zipper, took out the bills, and started counting with his fingers covered in saliva.

inside.

Also installed a handful of big black stars.

"One hundred and fifty thousand, five thousand more."

The gunman finished counting and reached out to unzip the crotch of his jeans: "Thank you for the extra tip, Prince. After finishing this order, come to me next time and give Prince a discount."

He dug his hands inside his pants, unzipped the inner pants, put the money in and locked it, and then zipped the outer jeans.

"Grass!"

The prince looked at the gunman's actions and laughed angrily and cursed: "It's only 150,000 yuan, and you still hide it in your crotch. Isn't it disgusting? You wear such ugly pants?"

He curled his lips and felt disdainful. He was a gunman, so why should he hide this little money?
"Brother Prince, don't you know this? If you put it here, anyone with a discerning eye will see that it has enough money!"

The gunman smiled ambiguously: "Besides, who would think that money stinks? Take it out and throw it in the faces of those thirty-eighties, why don't they all fight for it?"

He didn't care, raised his hand and patted his crotch: "Hide it here, this part is my lifeblood, just be ugly, it doesn't matter."

"Oh, that's true."

The prince looked at the retreating scenery outside the car window and ordered: "If you do something, someone will arrange for you to run away and help me, prince, do things. Don't be afraid."

"First run to Wanwan to hide for a while, find a place to relax, and you can come back in a few months."

"Okay, Prince."

It was obviously not the first time that the gunman had done this kind of thing, and he talked to the prince in a relaxed tone.

He is alone and earns only this amount of money. He can just run away with a few shots, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

The two chatted and quickly headed towards their destination, Hysan Road.

The prince has actually been paying close attention to the situation in Hongxing recently and has some understanding of the situation, but he is just unwilling to take action.

According to the prince's opinion, the reason why Hong Xing continued to lose ground was ultimately due to Liang Kun.

He Liangkun went back more and more, he was so useless and his courage was getting weaker and weaker.

Wu Zhihui and the others had more people and money, so they had a few more gangsters in their hands. It was clear that they wanted to crush them and show off their power, as if they were powerful.

What's the use of fighting alone?

No matter how good one person is, can he beat so many people?

Any functions?
Although the prince himself is also very good at fighting, he thinks, in what age do you still rely on a few thugs to fight?

To capture the thief, capture the king first. Just kill the leader.

According to the prince's opinion, as long as the leader is killed, the remaining people will disperse and solve the problem from the source.

The prince glanced at Ma Zai sitting next to him and saw that he was loading bullets into the big black star's magazine, feeling a little proud in his heart.

Liangkun spent an extra million to himself, and he spent 150,000 to find a gunman and let the gunman take down the leader.

If you lead the charge, you can disperse these people in one round, and it won't even take ten minutes.

Get it done and call it a day.

He doesn't dare to do such a simple thing as a handsome guy?

Since the prince made this deal, he must fight well to break up this group of people and promote his name as prince.

at this time.

The main road of Hysan Avenue.

A BMW stopped here, lowered its speed and drove slowly forward.

The window was lowered, revealing Wu Zhihui sitting in the passenger seat.

"Boss."

Big D drove the car, gently pressing the accelerator: "If you ask me, don't come to such a dangerous place. How unsafe is it?"

"To say it's not safe, no matter where you hide, it's not safe."

Wu Zhihui held a cigarette between his fingers, looked at the chaotic market outside, and curled his lips and said: "Brothers have been fighting for so many days. If I don't come out to see, the brothers will have no confidence in their hearts."

"Forehead"

Big D was speechless when he heard this. He didn't speak anymore and looked at Wu Zhihui with a complicated expression.

His eyes also became extremely hot.

The boss is still the same boss as before and treats the brothers as brothers.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he followed Wu Zhihui wholeheartedly.

Da Lao Hui always has a unique charm, an indescribable feeling.

But everything he did made people feel indescribably comfortable, making them determined to help Wu Zhihui with their lives.

He drove Wu Zhihui all the way. After seeing Wu Zhihui, the brothers' morale was indeed going to a higher level, and they strived to be the most handsome boy in front of Wu Zhihui.

This is one of the invisible courages. Who is a big boss and dares to appear on such an occasion?
"Aji's position is ahead."

Big D explained: "In this area of ​​Hysan Avenue, there are many small streets radiating around the street. The area is large and there are many people, so the progress is a little slow."

Luo Tianhong's side is almost done, but Aji's side is still in progress.

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded and looked outside.

The fork at the end of Hysan Road.

A car suddenly braked and stopped. The prince got out of the car, followed by six vans that followed and stopped.

More than fifty people in six cars got out of the cars, and the sound of doors closing followed.

The prince took the lead and the gunman put his hand in his pocket to cover the big black star in his coat.

Standing at the intersection of Hysan Avenue, I looked at the chaotic scene in the market next to me.

The prince frowned, grabbed Ma Zai who was fighting next to him, kicked him out, and yelled: "Who the hell dares to cause trouble in our Hongxing territory!"

Market entrance.

Aji and his men were getting ready. When they saw the oncoming prince and his entourage, they turned around and other horses gathered around them.

"White-haired boy?"

The prince put his hands in his pockets, and his strong muscles were very obvious. He glanced at Ah Ji disdainfully: "Are you the leader of the team?"

I originally thought it was some kind of character.

Not tall or strong, not as strong as myself and not muscular, just ordinary, is he really as mysterious as the outside world said?

By the side.

The gunman, who was holding his coat pocket, leaned to the side.

Aji didn't know the prince, but it didn't matter whether he knew him or not. He just wanted to deal with it, so he didn't pay attention at all: "Get them done."

The guys behind him gathered around, fighting like wolf cubs with the prince's people.

"boom!"

The gunman took out the big black star and shot directly at Ah Ji in front of him. However, the boy next to him had quick eyesight and quick hands and pushed Ah Ji away.

The sound of gunfire was sudden.

The originally noisy street suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked over.

"Ok?"

Wu Zhihui listened to the gunfire in the distance and turned to look at Big D. Big D quickly shook his head: "We don't have guns, they can't be our people."

After playing for so many days, Superintendent Li of Wan Chai Police Station turned a blind eye and looked like he didn't care, just because the situation was still controllable.

Fights between associations are common, and on such a large scale, they would normally have been stopped long ago by police intervention.

They have been playing for so many days, and Superintendent Li has not been supervising or urging the superiors, which means that someone is speaking for Wu Zhihui.

As long as the superiors don't change their attitude, Superintendent Li will just go with them, everyone understands this tacitly.

but.

If there was a gunshot, sorry, Superintendent Li would definitely shoot him to death without hesitation.

You hit me and I hit you, it was a fight at most, and few of them jumped on the street, but the gunshots were out of control, and if something serious happened, he, a superintendent, couldn't afford it.

Wu Zhihui didn't need to say anything, Big D stepped on the accelerator and accelerated in that direction.

In the street market.

Beside Aji, the waiter sat down on the ground with his hands on his waist, his expression was painful and his face was pale.

As the gunshots rang out, the number of people around Aji increased instead of decreasing. They all rushed towards Aji and blocked him inside.

Aji's face was gloomy, holding a short knife and staring at the gunman in front of him.

The gunman stood there.

The big black star was emitting green smoke, and the gun was pointed in the direction of Aji. He held the big black star tightly and secretly cursed in his heart: "I threw myself into the street and missed."

"Come on, give in, bullets don't have eyes!"

The gunman licked his dry lips and stared at Aji, who was blocked by several horsemen: "The money belongs to others, but the life belongs to you. You can't bear two guns in one life!"

He tried to use intimidation to get rid of Aji as quickly as possible.

only.

The shot or his words didn't create much of a deterrent.

"Put the gun down!"

"Did him!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the gunman originally wanted to shock the scene with one shot, then kill Aji and run away.

However, it didn't seem to be able to shock the scene, and the situation was not at all what he imagined.

The gunman looked at the people who had gathered around him and scolded him. He was not in a hurry to shoot: "Don't move!"

He raised his voice, looked at the crowd rushing up to him, and yelled loudly: "Everyone comes, the other one dies!"

There were so many people at the scene. If they all rushed forward, if I only had a gun and a few bullets, I would be out of luck.

In order to increase the deterrent, he raised the muzzle of his gun and fired a shot into the sky to achieve the purpose of deterrence.

only.

No one paid attention to him, everyone rushed towards this side holding the daggers in their hands tightly.

"Kill him!"

"Behead him!"

The people who were stimulated rushed forward directly. With so many people charging forward, the momentum was scary.

The gunman held the big black star tightly and looked at Ma Zai, who was coming toward him with a fierce look and red eyes, quickly holding a knife. He didn't know who to shoot for a moment.

Grass mud horse.

A bunch of crazy dogs, I have a gun, I have a gun!
Are you not afraid? !

It's not just him.

The prince was completely stunned and surprised. Didn't all of these people die?
If you come out to fish, how much money will you get per month? Not all afraid of death? !
How did they know that they had greatly underestimated these people. Although Aji is not good at words and relatively boring, all the guys under his opponent are very good. Those who can follow Aji are all his brothers.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Aji has this kind of character, and most of his brothers also have this kind of character. They didn't do well in the past because they didn't know how to flatter people or cater to big bosses, so they had no chance.

When you meet a big boss like Ah Ji and work with him, you never have to open your mouth to please him. You just need to keep your head down and do good things, and they will get a lot of their share.

Aji regarded them all as brothers, and they had already regarded Aji as their eldest brother and the people in the team as brothers.

The team in Aji's hands is definitely the most cohesive team.

Now, seeing one of their own being knocked down, everyone's eyes were red, and they just wanted to throw this person to the ground and kill him with random swords.

"do not come!"

The gunman backed away repeatedly, pointing his gun at this and that, feeling that everyone needed to be shot down as soon as possible.

"go to hell!"

The gunman growled lowly, his finger on the trigger picking at it again and again.

"boom!"

A shot was fired and another person was killed.

only.

The pace of the crowd continued unabated.

He was about to fire a second shot, but there was no chance.

In the corner of his eye.

A BMW car rushed over quickly. The car just stopped, the door opened, and a figure jumped out of the car.

Wu Zhihui's stern scolding voice sounded on the street: "Did you ask me to use a gun?!"

He jumped out of the car, stepped on the ground, rolled and crouched, driving his body forward to give a forward impact, and at the same time, he took out the chopping knife in his hand.

A cold light flashed, and the chopper flew quickly.

The gunman's eyes twitched when he saw it. He turned his gun in a panic and was about to shoot in Wu Zhihui's direction, but he was a little late.

The short knife spun and rolled several times in the air, and in a moment it had flown in front of him, and the sharp blade pierced directly into his chest.

"puff!"

The dull sound was accompanied by a huge impact, causing the gunman to take several steps back.

The blade of the knife sank deeply into it, and the big black star in his hand also fell to the ground, and it rolled to nowhere.

The exiting gunman bumped into the car behind him. He had no time to react and was immediately overwhelmed by the guys rushing up.

After a few screams, there was no movement.

"Big guy!"

"Brother Hui!"

When everyone saw Wu Zhihui's appearance, they felt as if they had been injected with blood.

Wu Zhihui's eyes were cold and he stood up from the ground without even looking at the prince and his party: "Behead them!"

Many of the men became energetic and rushed towards the prince's men with knives in hand.

The prince looked at the gunman who had been chopped down. Everything happened so suddenly that he didn't even react.

"Hem home shovel!"

The prince glanced at the men and horses rushing up, cursed in a low voice, used his knife to kill the horsemen who rushed forward, and his eyes fell on Wu Zhihui: "Are you Wu Zhihui?!"

"Do you know who I am? I'm the prince, very good. I didn't expect to meet you, you idiot, tonight!"

The prince tightened his grip on the stainless steel chopping knife in his hand and stepped forward: "Everyone says that you, Wu Zhihui, can fight, but I want to see how good you are at fighting. You will be honored to be chopped down by my knife!"

In his opinion.

Wu Zhihui dared to show up on such an occasion. He was a fool and had no brains.

As long as Wu Zhihui is killed, his reputation as prince will be famous in Aberdeen, and even in the entire Hong Kong community circle.

Today, I got an unexpected harvest, and it was a big gain.

Who is the boss and goes to the "front line"? It's like delivering food to your door.

Wu Zhihui glanced at the prince who was charging fiercely in the crowd, and yelled at Aji: "Do it to him!"

Aji held the short knife and rushed forward quickly. His white figure was extremely conspicuous under the light.

The prince held the steel knife, looked at the oncoming Ah Ji, and also accelerated his steps and rushed forward.

"clang!"

The short knife and the steel knife cut together, making a crisp sound.

The prince looked at Ah Ji sideways: "Baimaozi, since you are not afraid of death, I will kill you first and then Wu Zhihui!"

Ah Ji Leng kept his face silent, and used his strength to push back with the hand holding the knife, and then moved up close to him, slashing quickly with one knife after another.

"Dang, ding, ding, ding."

The prince reacted very quickly, retracting the sword holder in front of him, instead of attacking, he defended tightly and blocked accurately.

not far away.

After Luo Tianhong heard the gunfire, he immediately rushed over with a few horsemen, looked at the scene in front of him, and stood there holding the Eight-sided Han Sword in one hand.

in front of you.

The prince frequently defended himself, and several times he wanted to use the sword but was forced to defend himself by Aji's intensive attacks.

"roll!"

The prince blocked the last blow and pushed Aji out hard, breathing heavily: "Very good, a bit level, but not much!"

His eyes widened, and he clenched the steel knife with both hands. The strong muscles on his arms bulged out, full of strength, and he slashed hard at Aji.

The blade of the sword made little wind-breaking sounds in the air, and was full of force.

"clang!"

A huge collision sounded.

Ah Ji raised his short sword to block. The blade trembled violently and trembled. The overbearing force pushed his body backwards.

The short knife in his hand turned around and dented under this strike.

"Humph!"

The prince smiled coldly: "It's such a big force, but you can't seem to be able to withstand it?!"

"This knife of mine is made entirely by hand. The material cost alone costs tens of thousands of yuan. It will crush you to death!"

The prince roared, and all his strength was concentrated on the handle of the knife that was clenched in both hands.

The steel knife in his hand was extremely violent under his swing, and he slashed hard again and again.

"it is good!"

When the surrounding Hongxing mazai saw this, they immediately clapped their hands and applauded.

"Boss."

Big D looked at Aji who was being suppressed in front of him and kept retreating. There were many gaps in the short knife in his hand, and the blade was bent: "The situation seems to be bad? This prince is very powerful, and the knife is also strong."

Even if Big D wasn't good at fighting, he could still see that the prince's steel knife in his hand combined with his domineering strength gave him an advantage with his bare hands.

He looked at Luo Tianhong, who was holding the Eight-sided Han Sword and watching: "Do you want Tianhong to..."

"!"

Wu Zhihui raised his hand to signal Big D to be silent.

He knew Aji very well. Although Aji didn't talk much, he was also very paranoid and aloof.

Aji's face was full of dissatisfaction, and he obviously didn't want anyone to get involved.

When outsiders intervened, Aji lost face even if he defeated him.

Big D still wanted to speak, but suddenly noticed that Wu Zhihui was holding a dagger in his tight right hand behind him.

All of a sudden, Big D felt relieved immediately.

The boss said he didn't need to worry about it, but he was actually paying more attention to Aji's situation than anyone else.

With three red sticks present, his prince singled out one of them, so he died a dignified death.

front.

The prince struck quickly with his sword, then gathered strength and raised the steel sword in his hand: "Kneel down!"

Ah Ji used his sword to block again.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the short knife in Aji's hand broke directly. The moment it split, he suddenly held the handle and raised it.

The prince's steel knife slid down the blade and struck the handle of the short knife. A cold look flashed in his eyes: "That's it!"

The steel knife swung forward suddenly.

Aji's waist sank, and he bent his knees and fell to the ground. He avoided the horizontal slash and quickly rolled to distance himself.

The steel knife fell down and hit the concrete floor, sparks flying everywhere.

"run?"

The prince looked at Ah Ji who had lost the short sword in his hand, grinned ferociously and charged again, pressing forward.

"Tianhong!"

Wu Zhihui shouted angrily.

Luo Tianhong had a tacit understanding and raised the eight-sided Han sword held in his left hand and stretched it out in front of Wu Zhihui.

Wu Zhihui held the hilt of the Eight-sided Han Sword in his right hand and pulled it out. He turned a beautiful sword flower in his hand and sent it out with a shake.

Driven by the strength of his wrist, the Eight-faced Han Sword flew towards Aji.

"Aji!"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Aji rolled to avoid the oncoming sword. The Eight-sided Han Sword flew right in front of Aji and fell into his hand.

Luo Tianhong followed up and said: "Left the two-handed sword to the right to block!"

The prince's strength is domineering, but the Eight-sided Han Sword is relatively soft. Holding it with one hand cannot stop his slashing, and it will fall out instantly.

Aji held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, held the Eight-sided Han Sword in both hands and raised his hand to block in front of him, at an angle as Luo Tianhong said.

"clang!"

The steel knife struck the eight-sided Han Sword. The eight-sided sword was like a slippery loach, and it slid down directly under the influence of the tilt angle.

The stronger the prince is, the faster he slides.

The steel knife struck the blade and tilted quickly to the side. The prince's heart skipped a beat and he quickly withdrew his strength to try to stabilize his body.

"Sword splitting style!"

"Sword-raising style!"

Luo Tianhong's voice came one after another.

Aji responded with a move, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand. Looking at the prince who was blocking, he raised the long sword back and opened a gap in the prince's arm.

"Grass!"

The prince quickly stepped back and stood still, looking at Aji holding a sword in both hands in front of him, his eyes widened.

A burning pain hit my arm.

He glanced to the side fearfully and braced himself.

At this moment, the prince was completely awake and no longer had the confidence that he had when he killed Wu Zhihui and became famous.

Wu Zhihui just drew his sword and threw it to Ah Ji. This move was smooth and the distance was controlled perfectly.

You can even make a sword flower in front of you and throw it accurately. This throwing skill is not comparable to ordinary people.

The prince then remembered that Wu Zhihui seemed to have the title of Double Red Stick.

Look at the blue boy holding the scabbard. He is watching from the side but can give timely tips and tricks.

Then there is the white-haired boy in front of him.

A horn who is accustomed to using short swords, but after encountering the eight-sided Hanjian, a long sword that is more than one meter long, he can actually do it fluently with just a few instructions.

For a while.

The prince's momentum instantly weakened, and his instinct told him that he could no longer fight.

Once a person is afraid, his momentum will plummet. If his momentum is lost, he will completely collapse.

next to.

Ma Zai, who didn't understand why, cheered loudly after seeing the prince knocking Aji's dagger away.

I don't know.

The prince's momentum has already collapsed.

"Wandering Dragon Starting Hand Style!"

As Luo Tianhong fell, Aji held the sword in both hands, and the eight-sided Han sword drew a trajectory in front of him.

The sword shone coldly under the light.

next second.

Aji charged with his sword, and the eight-sided Han sword stabbed out quickly like a poisonous tongue.

The advantages of the long sword and the speed of the short sword were reflected in Aji. His frequent attacks became faster and faster, keeping the prince busy parrying.

"puff"

"puff"

The collision of swords was occasionally interspersed with the dull sound of sharp blades slicing flesh.

As the two people retreated again, the prince had four or five more wounds on his body, with blood dripping out, and the steel knife in his hand could not stop shaking.

Aji stood with a sword in both hands, and the only thing on his arm was the gap in his sleeve that was scratched by the steel knife.

"Huchihuchi..."

The prince panted heavily, with a bit more fear in his eyes.

abdomen.

A deep sword wound cut through the flesh, and the wound rolled outward, which was particularly serious.

All around, Hongxing's horsemen looked dumbfounded and lost all their momentum.

Aji stared at him coldly: "You can be considered a dignified death!"

Holding the sword in both hands, he charged again.

"Die!"

The prince also roared to cheer himself up and charged forward.

Just ran out for two steps.

The steel knife in the prince's hand was thrown directly at Ah Ji, and he suddenly turned around and ran towards the end of the market without looking back.

Don't run again.

He will definitely die.

"clang!"

Aji raised his sword and slashed away the flying steel knife. Looking at the prince who was running away quickly, he changed his two-handed sword to a one-handed sword and quickly chased forward with his tight legs.

"Da da da"

The crisp sound of the soles of shoes stepping on the concrete floor reached the ears of the prince who was running away in front of him, like a reminder.

As the footsteps became clearer and clearer, the prince glanced back in panic.

In sight.

Ah Ji stepped on the car body on the roadside and jumped up. The eight-sided Han sword in his hand slashed out, bringing a cold light from the air.

"Pfft!"

The prince fell to the ground in severe pain, looked at Aji coming with a sword, and crawled back.

In sight.

The light shines on Aji's body, with his white hair and white clothes, like Bai Wuchang who is threatening his life.

Ah Ji stared at him coldly: "I play with knives and you play with guns, right?"

The eight-sided Han sword in his hand was swung rapidly.

Fast and sharp.

"ho"

The prince's eyes widened, feeling the warmth of his own hot blood splashing on his face. He stretched out his raised hand and fell to the ground feebly.

He never imagined that Liangkun's one million would buy his own life!
In the street market.

As the prince rushed to the street, the crowd of horsemen who were already weak in momentum dispersed and fled quickly in the market.

far away.

A rapid siren sounded.

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Three o'clock in the morning.

On a small pier in Sai Kung District, a small boat quietly docked.

Jiang Tiansheng finally returned to Xiangjiang quietly and secretly, running all the way.

After being intercepted last time, this time, Jiang Tiansheng kept a very low profile in order to return to Xiangjiang smoothly.

Jiang Tiansheng didn't tell the people in Hongxing about his itinerary, which was still effective.

He secretly changed several boats along the way, and finally entered Xiangjiang without any danger.

(End of this chapter)