"And now?!" Ye Chen was like a hunter, and Bartel was his chosen prey.
"Hmph, do you think I can’t deal with you like this?" Bartel sneered coldly, quickly drew two daggers from his waist, and rushed towards Ye Chen. Ye Chen, agile and nimble, dodged his attack. Bartel’s dagger grazed across Ye Chen’s face, and a lightning-like glint flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes. His arm shook, and with a thunderous speed, he swung his arm.
His arm was like a thick steel rod, striking hard against Bartel’s chest. Bartel imdiately felt a heavy pain in his chest. His whole body was blown several ters away by Ye Chen. Bartel was dumbfounded, the pain in his chest paled in comparison to the shock and fear in his mind.
"You..." Bartel stared at Ye Chen in amazent.
"Hmph, you’re the retired Special Forces soldier from the UK, right?" Ye Chen smirked.
"How do you know?" Bartel was taken aback.
"The tattoo on your chest has already given it away!" Ye Chen sneered, "This is the unique emblem of the British Special Forces."
"You’ve spotted it!" Bartel clawed his way up from the ground, glaring at Ye Chen with hatred, "I didn’t expect you to knock away with just one move. It seems that if I don’t show so real skills, there’s no way to kill you today!"
"Co on, show your so-called real skills!" Ye Chen raised a finger towards him, then beckoned challengingly with it, an action that is considered provocative abroad. Bartel gritted his teeth, glaring at Ye Chen, "Bastard, go to hell!"
Bartel reversed his grip on the dagger and charged towards Ye Chen. Just as Ye Chen prepared to evade, unexpectedly, Bartel closed in tightly, leaving no room for escape. Ye Chen took several steps back, but Bartel clung to him like a shadow. Ye Chen reached out, ready to seize Bartel’s arm.
Ripping sound...
Bartel decisively struck, his dagger tearing through Ye Chen’s sleeve. Ye Chen even felt the sharpness of the icy dagger, almost slashing through his muscle. Ye Chen leaped, and Bartel followed closely, the dagger in his hand aiming straight for Ye Chen’s vital point. Ye Chen scoffed coldly, although Bartel’s speed was fast, it still lacked a bit of agility.
Ye Chen lifted his foot, kicking hard towards Bartel’s chest. Seeing Ye Chen’s leg coming at him, Bartel had no ti to retract his dagger. He could only brace himself, taking Ye Chen’s kick head-on.
Bang...
With a loud crash, Ye Chen’s kick landed on Bartel’s chest, sending Bartel flying down from mid-air, rolling three or four ters on the ground before coming to a stop. Bartel spat out a mouthful of black blood from his chest, then glared venomously at Ye Chen, "You... which unit are you from?!"
"China, Iron Eagle Team!" Ye Chen smiled coldly.
"You’re a Special Forces soldier from China?!" Bartel exclaid.
"That’s right!" Ye Chen nodded slightly.
Bartel was utterly astonished, not expecting to encounter an old rival here; no wonder he wasn’t Ye Chen’s match. Apparently, Ye Chen was no ordinary opponent. Bartel pondered over how to escape.
anwhile, the battlefield had descended into chaos. The Heavenly Reversal Gang had sacrificed more than a dozen brothers to finally take down the enemy’s position. mbers of the mafia and so Yakuza were locked in deadly combat with the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s little brothers on the battlefield. Both sides fought fiercely, unwilling to back down.
However, overall, the mafia took a considerable hit. Although they held an advantage and had an understanding of the terrain in advance, Feng Zhixiao’s move of ramming a truck disrupted their previous setup, plunging them quickly into chaos. The front wave of people retreated rapidly, with few managing to escape back.
The mafia was caught off guard, quickly thrown into disarray. Furthermore, the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s little brothers were incredibly brave, each one crazily charging forward, with ample firepower and strong suppression. In such overwhelming firepower, it’s no wonder the mafia mbers were scared witless.
"Jace, I can’t do it anymore!" The blond kid was shooting in front, not a retired soldier, not even a retired special forces, just a small-ti thug from Italy. This ti he followed Bartel from Italy to Shanghai, having heard that Chinese won adore foreigners, planning to get a few girls in China and invest in real estate along the way.
Jace was the blond kid’s idol. All the wonderful things about China were told to him by Jace. Back then, Jace was just twenty-five, brought US$ 100,000 to China for travel. Later, Jace kept a female college student in China, very beautiful, very gentle, and the most crucial part, her skills in bed made Jace very satisfied, so he beca sowhat reluctant to leave. Finally, Jace decided to stay in China for a year, exchanged US$ 100,000 to RMB, spent 400,000 on a house, and kept that female college student.
The remaining over 300,000 yuan were spent enjoying life with the female college student. A year later, Jace finally decided to return ho. Unexpectedly, the house that cost 400,000 yuan had risen to 850,000 yuan a year later. Jace sold the house, not only recovering all the US$ 100,000 he had brought but also spent a year with won and enjoyed life in China for a year. As he boarded the plane to leave, Jace looked back at his year in Shanghai and gratefully sighed, "China is indeed a wonderful place, not only is enjoynt free, even won are free to play!"
After returning ho, Jace told the news to his brother, that very blond kid beside him. The blond kid decisively decided to join the mafia, then earn US$ 100,000, intending to take a trip to China, not only to play with won but also to make big money. Who wouldn’t want that?
"You have to hold on!" Jace scrambled, quickly changed a magazine, and continued shooting, the blond kid beside him shivering all over. Although trained, seeing so many people die right under his nose made him a bit fearful, afraid he might be the next to die.
"No, I can’t stand it, I need to leave!" the blond kid gritted his teeth and said, and with that, he grabbed his gun and retreated!
"Oh, no, you can’t leave!" Jace hurriedly grabbed him.
"I don’t want to die here, I ca to China to play with free female college students, for free enjoynt, not to die!" the blond kid roared in anger, his voice completely drowned by the sound of machine guns.
"Alright, go then! I won’t stop you!" Jace said reluctantly, letting him go. Once a person has such emotions, you can’t force him, so Jace could only choose to defend. Watching him leave, Jace took a deep look, then continued to counterattack.
The left flank had already fallen, and the mafia was already starting to contract the lines of defense, while on the right, Feng Zhixiao continued to launch a crazy attack on the weaker spots on the right. The blond kid had just stood up from the position when a bullet quickly entered through the back of his head and exited from the front of his forehead.
Crash...
The heavy body fell to the ground, and Jace sensed sothing was wrong. Turning his head, he shouted instantly, "Oh no, John!"
Jace quickly darted over and dragged John aside, but when he held John, he found his hand was all blood, the scarlet blood stained Jace’s palm. Holding John, he cried bitterly, "John, you... you can’t die!"
The fact was in front of him, others hurriedly shouted to Jace, "Jace, stop crying, he’s dead, nothing can be done, hurry and think of a way to stop their attack!"
"Bastards, I’m going to kill all these bastards!" With that, Jace imdiately raised the machine gun in his hand and fired frantically at the enemy. At this mont, Jace was blinded by hatred, only thinking about slaughtering, wanting to kill everyone in front of him, to avenge John.
However, the attack from the Heavenly Reversal Gang was already unstoppable. This victory was only a matter of ti; the mafia simply couldn’t withstand their assault. Bartel in charge of commanding was already entangled with Ye Chen and couldn’t break away for a while. Another Yakuza leader was secretly considering whether to escape.
"Bartel, your life ends here!" Ye Chen held a dagger, a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph, taking my life won’t be that easy!" He sneered coldly, also holding a dagger.
Ye Chen’s figure flashed, suddenly a white light flashed over, his foot kicked on the ground, raising a cloud of dust and debris. Ye Chen’s kick left a one-centiter-deep mark on the concrete road, showing how powerful this kick was, the strength of the start is great, the rushing speed is fast, on the battlefield, every second is a critical point.
Swish...
Ye Chen turned into a white shadow charging towards Bartel. Bartel was filled with shock, such speed, such impact left Bartel sowhat incredulous, even a special forces trainer might not reach such formidable speed. Although Bartel was shocked, it did not an he had given up resistance, he gritted his teeth, ready to face Ye Chen’s attack, even prepared to be injured.
However, Ye Chen didn’t give him the opportunity to resist, nor the chance to be injured.
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