"Damn it! Damn it!"
"You son of a bitch! If you have the guts, don’t walk away!"
He Chen clutched his broken right hand, his face twisted in pain, "I am the president of the Jucail Comrcial Association. You dare hurt , today I’ll make sure you pay the price!"
Anyone who had spent so ti in Jiangling City knew of the notorious reputation of the Jucail Comrcial Association.
First, his n were beaten, and now his right hand was disabled. If he didn’t reclaim his ground today, He Chen would beco the laughing stock of the underground forces of Jiangling City.
Zhang Peng also ca to his senses at this mont, that’s right! Mo Han had injured Brother Chen in front of so many brothers. With Brother Chen’s temperant, he was bound to deal with Mo Han ruthlessly.
A smile crept back onto his face, and he sneered, "Mo Han, you’ve really got the guts of a bear and the courage of a leopard. It was one thing to hurt , but you also dared to strike Brother Chen hard. Your good days are over."
"Do you know how many n Brother Chen has? A full eight hundred and more brothers. Even if they spit at you, they could drown you!"
"Slap!"
Mo Han couldn’t be bothered with nonsense, and slapped Zhang Peng right across the face, "Ungrateful dog!"
"I exposed Wang ngyao for you. You’re not grateful, and you dare to send people after ."
"Fine, you say Brother Chen has a lot of n, right?"
He paused, pointing to He Chen’s pocket, "Make the call, call them here! Bring all your n to !"
"Today, I’m laying it out here, however many co, I’ll beat however many!"
Arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!
He Chen had dominated Jiangling City for several years but had never seen such an arrogant person. Enduring the pain, he took out his phone, dialed a number, and roared, "Number Two, notify Number Three and Four, hurry up and bring people and gear over here!"
"I’m going to kill soone today! Kill soone!"
Hiss...
Wang ngyao was frightened by He Chen’s murderous intent. She took a deep breath and looked at Mo Han as if he were an idiot.
This idiot, who does he think he is? Li Xiaolong, or the master of the universe?
Zhang Peng just said, Brother Chen has over eight hundred n. Even if Mo Han were allowed to hit them without them moving, it would take hours.
Zhang Peng, whose face was still stinging from the slap, had never suffered such humiliation all his life.
Today, he had to witness Mo Han being torn into pieces!
Mo Han ignored the hostile stares of the three. He closed his eyes and circulated the Purple Cloud True Qi within his body without a sound.
It was strange; after teaching these guys a lesson, the fla in his heart didn’t suppress, but instead burned more fiercely, bordering on losing control.
Am I naturally a bloodthirsty person?
Just as Mo Han was doubting himself, with several roaring sounds, a hundred or so motorcyclists clad in black zood over.
"Number Three!"
Brother Chen was overjoyed, this was Number Three’s Whirlwind Biker Gang.
He hadn’t expected Number Three to arrive so quickly.
Soon, a middle-aged man with a purple Mo Xigan hairstyle, a nose ring, and wearing a black studded leather jacket stopped in front of He Chen. Taking off his sunglasses, he got off his Harley, "Boss, who’s the blind fool that offended you? I’ll have my boys waste him right now!"
As he spoke, he called out with a raised arm.
Behind him, over a hundred lackeys dismounted their motorcycles, waving their spiked clubs and bawling.
The shouting of more than a hundred people was indeed terrifying.
Wang ngyao was certainly scared. These rampaging bikers, each big and round with tattoos and carrying nacing spiked clubs, did not look like people to be trifled with.
Seeing Number Three had arrived, He Chen imdiately beca more confident. He pointed at Mo Han and shouted, "It’s that son of a bitch!"
"Brothers, take him down for !"
As soon as he finished speaking, over a hundred n surrounded Mo Han, brandishing their spiked clubs.
"Swoosh!"
Mo Han’s eyes snapped open, and in a flash, he surged forward.
Bang!
The few at the forefront hadn’t even figured out what was happening when everything went dark, and they hit the ground.
The hundred or so n behind hesitated montarily before they all roared and continued to charge at Mo Han.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Chen Peng and Wang ngyao were so pumped up by the scene that they almost wanted to join the fray.
Number Three seed to be catching the excitent too; he licked his lip ring, picked up a steel pipe, and hopped onto his Harley.
With a roar, the Harley charged viciously towards Mo Han’s back.
Mo Han’s ears twitched slightly, and just as Number Three was about to bear down on him, he forcefully pushed off the ground, his body swiftly shot two ters up, soaring over the Harley.
Number Three, having missed his target, quickly swung the steel pipe, mounting the Harley again and racing back for another attempt.
The thirty-five of his n followed suit, charging over as well.
Facing so many people, Mo Han showed not a smidge of fear. On the contrary, his eyes glead with a fighting spirit.
Right then, he stopped holding back. Grabbing a steel pipe, he swooped toward Number Three and his gang.
Bang bang bang bang!
With the boost from the Purple Cloud True Qi, Mo Han felt as if he had endless strength coursing through him.
The thirty or so thugs had barely exchanged blows before Mo Han knocked them all to the ground.
Number Three got the worst of it, leading the charge on his motorcycle. Mo Han swung his stick and flipped both man and bike to the ground, the heavy motorcycle pinning Number Three as he spat blood ceaselessly.
After dealing with these n, Mo Han didn’t stop. He lunged forward with a tap of his toes.
Bang bang bang!
Eight biker gang mbers clutched their limbs and tumbled to the ground.
"Aargh!"
Several more screams rang out. Spiked clubs and steel pipes fell to the ground, and blood stained the pavent.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the one hundred fifty n Number Three brought were down.
He Chen swallowed hard, feeling sowhat dazed.
Was this guy human or a ghost?
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