Leopard Tooth

I still remember that day, Dao Scar's third brother hid in the alley with a knife and seven or eight subordinates.

It was raining, not too much, but not too small.

In the evening, because of the rain, it was already dark.

Scar's third brother was waiting for Brother Longhu to come out of the restaurant.At noon that day, they heard that the two brothers were going to have a big banquet in the hotel, which seemed to be a celebration of something.The third child with the scars didn't care, he only knew that every time the Dragon and Tiger brothers ate at this restaurant, they would not bring too many people.Because it is very close to the old den of the two brothers, and the nearby stores also pay them protection fees, which is very safe, and the Longhu brothers feel very safe.

Scar's third person arrived in batches, and there was an hour between the first group and the last group.

The rain keeps falling.

There are no pedestrians on the road, the alley is very dark, and there are no street lights.

When the lanterns first came on, the Dragon and Tiger brothers had already walked out of the restaurant with arms crossed.There were about a dozen people who hugged each other.The two turned their heads while walking, waved their hands and said, "No, no!"

The subordinates standing on the porch have opened their umbrellas, waiting for Brother Longhu.

The third knife scar wiped the rainwater off his face, tightened the machete tied to his right hand with his left hand, and danced with the knife.Looking back at the knife behind him, the face of the knife is a bit stiff, he always looks like this before he cuts people, the third knife scar used to pat the knife on the face, and said: "Relax."

Then he looked at the other subordinates one by one. The machetes in some people's hands visibly trembled, which was caused by excessive tension.

The third knife scar walked over, pinched the trembling back of the knife with his left hand, paused, "Steady!"

In the darkness, the eyes of a group of people shine brightly, like a pack of wolves.

Looking at the backs of Brother Longhu and his group, the third knife scar raised his machete and rushed out. His subordinates followed his footsteps and rushed through layers of rain.

The two brothers heard a rushing "crack" sound, which was footsteps in the rain, and instinctively turned their heads to see what happened.The last few members of the line had been chopped down to the ground.The street lamps in the distance exuded a dim light. On the ground, the blood was quickly diluted by the rain, and a reddish stream flowed in the direction of the sewer.

One of his subordinates hugged Dao Scar's third son tightly, and shouted: "Brother, run!"

Dao Scar Lao San pulled the man's clothes with his left hand, hugged him so tightly that he couldn't even push him, and at the same time kept slashing at the man's back with his right hand.Blood spattered, torn clothes, followed by cracked skin, dense white bones.Scar's third child seemed to be crazy, he kept swinging his knife, chopping off, swinging his knife again, watching, and chopping again.

Xiaodao next to him saw that Brother Longhu was about to run, so he hurriedly chased after him.

Maybe it was really fate, or maybe it was a coincidence, Shang Long slipped his right foot, his body leaned to the right uncontrollably, and then fell into the puddle on the side of the road with momentum.This time the fall was not light, he put his hands on the ground while cursing "the spicy next door" and tried to get up.

Shang Hu saw his elder brother fell to the ground, and a knife not far away was chasing him with a machete. He turned around and ran to Shang Long without hesitation, held Shang Long's arm with one hand, and pulled it up vigorously.

But just after Shang Long was lifted up, he didn't even stand upright, when he heard a "Huo" sound coming from behind him.In Shang Hu's eyes, there was only the bright light of the knife cutting towards Shang Long's back, and it seemed that all the fear accumulated in his heart had been released in an instant.

Shang Long tightly grasped Shang Hu's arm, his eyes were filled with despair, a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, his voice was like a broken phonograph, with hoarseness, he repeated in a low voice, "Help me, save me ..."

The third knife scar finally got rid of the corpse holding him tightly, and with the help of his subordinates, he chopped off both arms of the corpse.He just got out of trouble when he saw Xiao Dao cut down Shang Long, and Shang Hu seemed to be stunned.

Shang Hu's subordinates were here to have a drink, so they didn't bring any weapons.There were only two of them, and in a hurry, they pulled out the machetes tied around their waists and abdomens from under their clothes.But these two armed men became the focus of everyone's greetings.The two of them seemed to be caught in a sea of ​​knives, and there was nothing in front of them except the shadow of the knife, the ferocious face of the enemy, and the splashed blood.

Soon the two were cut down to the ground, and the machete in their hands was thrown aside. The blood on the knife was washed away in the rain.The hand holding the knife was cut off in half, blood gushing out, and then a section of white wrist bone was exposed.His eyes were still wide open, staring at the dark sky with panic, disbelief, and unwillingness.The rain splashed across his pale face.

There were criss-crossing scars on his chest, back, and thighs, but he was extremely tenacious in his life. Scar's third child was keenly aware that the people on the ground were still twitching slowly, but they were not far from death.

He doesn't care about these little shrimps, his goal is the Dragon and Tiger Brothers.Stepping on the rainwater, Scar Lao San held his right hand with his left hand, roaring "Ah!" and rushed towards Shang Hu who was not far away, Shang Hu was captured by Scar Lao San's murderous aura for a moment, and couldn't even move forward.Although he kept yelling in his heart: "Paralyzed, run!" But seeing his brother die in front of his eyes, and seeing Scar's third child rushing like a killing god, his body was completely out of control up.

The machete in Dao Scar's hand turned into an arc, and the sharp blade cut through the rain curtain, which was constantly enlarged in Shang Hu's eyes. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but even with all his strength, he could only Can bend the arms.The machete slashed on Shang Hu's neck, cutting half of it in with one stroke, and bright red blood flowed out from the wound along the edge of the knife.

In this way, the once glorious "Dragon and Tiger Brothers" died on that rainy day.

Dao Scar Lao San still remembers that when he held a large banquet, he took the lead in singing "Big knife, cut off the heads of the devils..." and won high praise from the participants.

Afterwards, he persuaded the boss of the "Four Heavenly Kings" to annex Sun Shengwen's subordinates, and he became the most powerful force in Nancheng.

After more than a month of searching, he wanted to subdue "Tu Suanzi", and the subordinates of the third knife scar got the clue of "Tu Suanzi". After contacting, the reply was that "Tu Suanzi" had already planned to leave NJ, and the subordinates responsible for the handover are also handed over to Scar Laosan, hoping that he will treat Yunyun kindly.

But the third scar knows that "Tu Suanzi" is the core of his power. As for his subordinates, the third scar is like a cloud of fierce generals at this time.After several contacts, finally, on the ferry from NJ to TJ, Dao Scar Lao San saw the "Tu Suanzi" who was in a hurry.A middle-aged man with gray temples, looks inconspicuous, wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit, naturally exuding the bookish air of a literati.

"Have you ever heard of a chamber pot? It's what people used to use when they woke up in the middle of the night to pee." "Tu Suanzi" looked at the white foam in the river, and asked Scar's third child.

"No." Tu Suanzi, "You know why I'm here."

"Tu Suanzi" didn't care about it, and continued his topic without looking back: "We people are like chamber pots. When the people above want to use us, they pull them out from under the bed, and kick them again when they are finished. Go back. After a while, if you feel that the chamber pot is dirty and smelly, you will throw away the old one and replace it with a new one. Ha ha."

Scar's third child looked at his back blankly, thinking about what he said just now, which seemed quite reasonable.

"Tu Suanzi": "I don't want to hang around anymore. When I get to TJ, I will find a place to live and work in peace and contentment, and live an ordinary life. I have long been tired of seeing the bloody storms in the rivers and lakes."

At this moment, Scar's third child knew that he also escaped the fate of "chamber pot"!