Capítulo 1950: Chapter 1843: Brother Chen_5
“Skills inferior, I admit! Brother Chen, I can’t handle this!” Brother Shan got up and walked out of the nightclub door.
“Hey…” The students surrounding from the police academy were also stunned and didn’t dare to act.
Everyone saw the scene just now — it’s true that in a match of real experts, these students who’ve learned boxing for two years at the police academy are simply no match.
Dragon Three walked straight toward Brother Chen, the police academy students surrounding them dared not move forward, clearing a path. Dragon Three grabbed Brother Chen and brought him back before Song Xiaodong.
“I’m asking you, do you admit defeat or not?” Song Xiaodong asked Brother Chen.
“My uncle is…”
“Slap!” Song Xiaodong swung his hand and slapped him.
“I’m asking you, do you admit defeat or not?” Song Xiaodong’s tone beca tough, bending his body and leaning his head close to Brother Chen, who was being held by Dragon Three.
The people called by Brother Chen were silent and motionless.
“Fine, call your uncle, let
see just how capable you are.” Song Xiaodong impatiently waved his hand, and Dragon Three threw him back to the center of the dance floor.
Brother Chen had one leg fractured by Dragon Three’s kick, was helped up and walked out of the nightclub, with a group of police academy students retreating quickly as well.
After a while, the noise started again outside, and Brother Wu, who had just been beaten, brought another group over, all wielding machetes.
This ti he brought so real daredevils.
A group lined up, each holding a machete, the blades flashing coldly under the nightclub lights.
Brother Wu brought a person in, a man in his forties, wearing a suit, tie, slicked-back hair, and a protruding belly, with a cigar in his mouth, which Brother Wu lit for him.
“Brother Wang, it’s these little bastards! They’re outrageously arrogant!” Brother Wu said with his head lowered to the newcor.
“Kid, you’re quite a fighter, how about you work with ? I oversee this area around the Beishan District Developnt Zone. Follow , and I’ll ensure your wealth and prestige.”
The person coming in was Wang Hongcai, as Brother Wu ntioned earlier.
Song Xiaodong turned his back to Brother Wang without speaking, kept silent for a good while, then turned around, sized up the newcor, and directly walked up to Brother Wang.
“Work with you?” Song Xiaodong coldly stared into Brother Wang’s eyes, getting so close that their noses nearly touched.
“Work with you?!” Song Xiaodong raised his fist and punched, sending Brother Wang flying to the ground, gasping for breath.
“Hack him!” soone shouted, and a group rushed forward with machetes. Song Xiaodong was fearless, taking a step back, grabbing a wrist holding a machete, and with a strong twist, perford a barehanded disarmant, the machete imdiately slipping off. As it was about to fall to the ground, Song Xiaodong extended a foot, catching the blade on his black leather shoe, then kicked the machete like a hacky sack, flipping it up and down, seizing the mont, and grasping the handle.
Song Xiaodong held the machete, looking contemptuously at the crowd, who poised themselves in fighting stances ready to strike, yet none dared make the first move.
“Go on, ten thousand per slash!” The floored Brother Wang shouted out.
“Damn it, go!” At the lure of a reward, a scar-faced individual took up his machete and slashed toward Song Xiaodong. Song Xiaodong blocked the incoming blade, kicked the slasher’s chest, sending him flying.
Dragon Three also made a move, catching soone off guard, chopping down on an arm holding a machete. The person exclaid in pain, loosened the grip, and as the machete was about to fall, Dragon Three bent down, grabbed it, and ard himself with another blade.
“All together!” A few summoned their courage, four or five machetes slashing simultaneously at Song Xiaodong. Song Xiaodong retreated to dodge the blades, then leaned forward, using the back of the machete like a club, striking soone across the face, leaving a red line, as the person let out a scream and couldn’t get up.
Song Xiaodong stepped onto the fallen person, approached those who attacked together, kicked the nearest one flying, causing a domino effect knocking four or five down. Song Xiaodong flipped over, spun through the air, his heavy shoe kicking soone under the chin, the victim fell silently.
Song Xiaodong flipped with one hand, the other hand picking up another machete from the ground, resuming fighting stance.
Dragon Three’s side had several attempting to rush together against him. Dragon Three saw, dodging back three steps, the machete thrown like a flying knife. The group hurriedly dodged, seizing the chance, Dragon Three jumped, snagging soone, taking two down, seizing two more machetes, posing in a combat stance as well.
“Ah!” Song Xiaodong wielded a machete in one hand, feigning several moves, roaring a couple of tis like Bruce Lee, intimidating the remaining foes.
Song Xiaodong didn’t pause, pretending to strike soone with one machete, the whole body leaned close, while the other machete slapped at another person, not using the blade but rather smacking against the chest like clapping a cucumber, “Smack,” the person staggered back, sat on the ground. Song Xiaodong turned again, elbowing the feinted one, then a flying sidekick knocking a bunch down.
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