I killed the film and television world

Chapter 298: Violence and Cruelty

Song Ren took one step down without looking back.

What he held in his palm was the severed half of the knife tip.

With a cold gaze, he pierced the sword directly into the eyeball of a gangster who was shouting and killing.

The entire eye socket was pierced by the tip of the knife.

The man protected his eyes which were bleeding continuously, staggered and kept backing away.

The painful and crazy screams were drowned out by the surging crowd!
Before the surrounding Hongxing thugs could feel terrified, Song Ren rushed forward half a step and punched the other man who raised the machete violently, sending him flying!
A stream of blood spurted out of the man's throat and landed on half of Song Ren's face.

Then it knocked down a large area again.

In just two or three breaths, Song Ren's front foot had just landed on the ground.

All around, a large number of vicious and ferocious gangsters had fallen down.

The one who was rushing in the front couldn't help but stop forcibly.

They all looked at Song Ren in confusion, and after he stood firm, his body soaked in blood, a hint of fear gradually emerged in their eyes.

On the street, he alone stopped more than 200 gangsters.

At the other end of the long street, Ba Bi had just put a cigar in his mouth and was cursing as he directed his men to round up and wipe out the members of the violent gang.

But when he turned around inadvertently, he noticed that at the other end of the street, the Hung Hing thugs who were stopped by a lone figure dropped the cigars in their mouths on the ground in shock.

He was stunned for a moment, then angrily cursed: "What the hell is Liang Kun doing! Two hundred people are actually acting timid, and Hongxing is still fighting? Damn you, a bunch of rubbish!"

……

At this time, Liang Kun had retreated under the protection of a group of thugs.

Although he was extremely annoyed in his heart, he was really shocked by the fact that the knife just cut off half of his face.

Although he is cruel enough, he also cherishes his life.

After realizing that the other party was not an ordinary gangster, he no longer dared to take the lead and set an example.

However, Liang Kun still said a lot of harsh words. While asking someone to help bandage his wound, he gnashed his teeth and shouted:

"Pick that star! He's standing there in a convex shape. Kill him!"

"You two hundred people are afraid of him?! Are you still going to survive in Hongxing?"

"Pick! One man with one knife can chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"

Liang Kun's words did boost morale.

Especially among the more than 200 people, most of them had not even seen Song Ren.

It was just that he was blocked by the people in front and couldn't get through. The gangsters behind him kept cursing and shouting, and pushed forward.

However, there was no need for Liang Kun to provoke him, Song Ren had already taken the initiative to rush forward.

There was a cold look in his eyes.

Even if these Hongxing guys wanted to run away, it wouldn’t be that easy!
Song Ren picked up a machete with his toes, held it in his hand, lowered his body, and rushed forward extremely fast!
The gangster who was hit first had his entire shoulder cut off by a knife before he could even see clearly!

As blood gushed out, the man screamed and fell to the ground.

Song Ren took a step forward and used the handle of the knife to strike the other man's chest. His sternum broke immediately and the man fell backwards violently.

Taking a step back, Song Ren coldly dodged two large knives that were flashing with cold light.

As he turned his hand, a knife flew up at an angle.

The gangster on the right was still yelling one second, and the next second the sharp blade cut the facial muscles on both sides of his cheeks. His entire jaw almost fell on his chest.

The pain consumed his nerves in the next instant, and the man let out a heart-wrenching howl from his throat like a madman.

Without waiting for the others to express more fear, Song Ren turned around sharply and pressed towards another group of gangsters in the blink of an eye.

The knife flashed with a cold light, and everything under the blade was broken into pieces.

The ground is stained with blood!
The gangster, who had just mustered up some courage, was frightened again in an instant.

Especially the group at the head, they dared not to charge again no matter what.

Their faces were filled with fear and they were still retreating, having already withstood the surging crowd behind them.

On the street, in the dark encirclement, there was a large empty area in the core.

On the ground were either gangsters wailing while holding their limbs, or people who had completely fainted.

Song Ren stood in the middle of the street, and the blade of the machete in his hand had bent in a short time.

The angular face was also splattered with unclear spots of blood.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, the murderous look in his eyes rolled away, and a silent smile appeared on his face.

At that moment, it was as terrifying as if it were a demon!
Under the fear-filled gazes all around, Song Ren picked up the brand new machete on the ground, smiled wildly, and rushed forward again.

The gangster in the front almost turned around and ran away, but the surging crowd behind him pushed him back.

There are more than two hundred people here, and it would be impossible to kill all two hundred pigs in a short time.

The streets are congested and most people behind cannot see what is happening ahead.

No matter how tragic the scene is, if you can't see it, it can't stop the young and dangerous people's passion to succeed.

Until among the crowd, some people began to be thrown backwards like cannonballs.

Keep pushing away and knocking down the turbulent gangsters behind you!
A strange emotion began to overwhelm everyone.

……

The machete in Song Ren's hand was bleeding and breaking bones. After the blade was bent several times in a row, he simply threw away the knife and fought with his bare hands.

The former gangsters breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him abandon the machete.

But it was soon discovered that Song Ren's performance was even more terrifying when he was unarmed.

Beating people and hanging paintings are the least severe punishments. At most, they will knock people down and break bones and tendons.

His internal organs were shattered, but he survived on the spot.

The Hung Hing thugs were almost scared silly.

Until one of the old fighters with a fierce look took advantage of Song Ren's increasingly excited momentum and launched a very tricky sneak attack, slashing Song Ren's back with a knife.

There was too much blood splattered on Song Ren's body.

The man couldn't see clearly, but he shouted excitedly based on the feeling of hitting him: "I hit him, I hit him, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm going to cut--"

puff! ! !
A dull sound of tearing flesh was heard.

Before the man could finish his words, Song Ren turned around sharply, put his five fingers together and level with his forearm, his fingertips as sharp as a knife, and suddenly stabbed the man's side with one hand!
He hung weakly on Song Ren's arm, leaning forward and barely holding on to Song Ren's shoulders. His face was full of pain and surprise.

Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at the arm that had sunk into his abdomen. Blood began to flow from between his teeth. He murmured in pain, "How, how could this happen?"

The gangsters with knives surrounding the scene were staring at the scene in a daze, each of them seemed to be petrified.

The atmosphere in the field was almost frozen, and the five bloody fingers protruding from behind the man's waist were truly shocking!
(End of this chapter)