"Fuck, guys, get your weapons out!" a youth with an explosive hairstyle saw Ah-Long beaten down by Jack, unable to get up, and imdiately got angry. He pulled a steel pipe from his trouser leg and led the charge, and the other young thugs followed suit, each brandishing a steel pipe.
Furrowing his brow, Leng Xuan rembered how Jack and Zhao Xiaotian had been hospitalized after being beaten with steel pipes by these guys just yesterday. Instantly, his expression turned grim as he took asured steps and walked over steadily, step by step.
The explosive-haired guy saw Leng Xuan approaching him with an indifferent face and felt inexplicably nervous, but thinking that the other party was empty-handed, he didn’t find him particularly frightening. Therefore, he cursed, "You’re fucking asking for it," and raised the steel pipe to chop down on Leng Xuan’s forehead.
With a disdainful curl of his lip, Leng Xuan reached out, grabbed the steel pipe, and with a forceful pull, snatched it away. He then brought it crashing down onto the explosive-haired guy’s shoulder. There was a crack, as if the bones inside had broken, and imdiately, the explosive-haired guy scread like a banshee and fainted from the intense pain.
Other young thugs behind him, though they had been in quite a few fights, were just small-ti hoodlums and had never witnessed such a bloody scene. Their eyes bulged in shock, and one of them even wet his pants, trembling uncontrollably.
Just then, Ah-Long, who had been crouching on the ground all this ti, suddenly sprang up, brandishing a switchblade he had sohow acquired. He slashed Jack’s arm, causing a gush of blood to spurt out, and Jack scread in agony.
"Ah, Jack!" Xiaotian yelled and was about to rush over for a life-and-death tussle with Ah-Long, but Leng Xuan grabbed him, leaving him puzzled as he asked, "Boss, why are you holding back?"
Leng Xuan didn’t answer. After letting go of Xiaotian’s hand, he walked towards Ah-Long with an expressionless face, his deep eyes shooting out two cold gleams.
When Ah-Long t Leng Xuan’s gaze, he shook all over, suddenly overwheld by an unprecedented fear. Clutching the switchblade tightly, he couldn’t help but retreat fearfully, but seeing his own subordinates watching, he couldn’t show fear. After all, how could he face anyone afterwards? With that thought, rage clouded his mind. The vicious glint in his eyes flashed as he clenched his teeth and cursed, "Fuck your grandpa, you think you’re so tough? I’ll kill you!" With these words, he snarled and charged at Leng Xuan. However, being just a small-ti hoodlum, he didn’t dare to take a life and thus, only aid to slash at Leng Xuan’s face.
Leng Xuan was still holding the steel pipe in his left hand, but he didn’t use it to block. Instead, he employed the skill of disarming, his right hand shooting out like a snake, seizing Ah-Long’s wrist in an instant. With a squeeze, a subtle sound of breaking bones was heard!
In the blink of an eye, Ah-Long scread as the switchblade fell from his grasp. Before it hit the ground, Leng Xuan had already grabbed it and fiercely stabbed it into Ah-Long’s arm, piercing it clean through!
"Ah~!" Ah-Long wailed and imdiately passed out.
Xu Renjie, Niu Peng, and Zhou Qiang watched this scene from a distance, terror-stricken. Zhou Qiang said, "Boss... boss, this guy is a freak, let’s run, shall we?"
Xu Renjie, having wet his pants, never expected Leng Xuan to be so terrifying when he got vicious. He had brought so many people over, yet all were scared out of their wits. No one dared to approach anymore. What a sorry state they were in. If it weren’t for his legs shaking uncontrollably, too weak to run, why would he still be standing here motionless?
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