The Road to Slaying God

With a "Gah!" sound, the racing tires violently rubbed against the ground due to the brakes, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt rubber.

Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu slowly got out of the car.

The motorcycle was parked on the edge of the sidewalk. The place seemed a bit dark because a lush tree blocked the exposed light.

More than thirty meters away is an entertainment city called "Asia Dream City". This is the sphere of influence of the Vietnamese gang. Moreover, this is a training base for the Vietnamese gang. Almost all people who smuggled here from Vietnam Women will stay here for a period of time, ranging from a week to several months.

"sand!"

"sand!"

Zhang Yang and Ruan Wenwu gently slid the two watermelon knives on the motorcycle's fuel tank, making a metallic friction sound.

"You are familiar with this place. What do you think we should do?" Su Dafeng gently tied the hand holding the watermelon knife tightly with a piece of cloth. Only in this way would the watermelon knife not fall to the ground in the chaos. You know, ordinary people The physical strength of a person is very limited. After slashing more than a dozen times with a knife in a row, most people will feel a sense of fatigue. Tie your hands to ensure that you still have a weapon in your hands even if your physical strength is severely exhausted. The weapon fell to the ground due to intense confrontation.

"The security here is very strict, and the building behind this house is very complicated. In the past, it was difficult for the police to catch people when they raided here. Our only way is to smash it and leave, and we have to be fast. Remember, we will definitely When encountering fierce resistance, those who resist are enemies!" A trace of viciousness appeared on the corner of Ruan Wenwu's mouth, as if the people he was about to massacre were not his compatriots at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Dafeng felt the resentment from Ruan Wenwu's bones and asked curiously.

"Actually, we brought women this time to prepare to work alone. The boss here is my uncle's dead brother. Together they made a fortune in the United States. However, that man became the boss, and my uncle became a gold medal thug. , although he is a gold medal fighter, he does not have any rights. In fact, my uncle's family encountered difficulties and needed one hundred thousand US dollars, but my uncle's brother refused to lend it..."

…

In just a few words, Su Dafeng finally understood why he had so easily deceived this cold young man into joining him, a poor and white Chinese. It was all because of internal conflicts that had already occurred. Ruan Chishan's death was just a trigger.

The two of them didn't speak anymore. They picked up a coat to cover the watermelon knife in their hands and slowly walked towards the entertainment city. It was still very early at this time. The entertainment city had just opened and there were not many customers.

Most of the people who come here to spend money are people from the lower classes of society in the United States, because the consumption here is quite low. You can find a beautiful and gentle Vietnamese woman for fifty dollars or even thirty dollars. Of course, the time is still limited. , usually fifteen minutes to forty-five minutes, the price is set according to the time. The longer the time, the higher the consumption. You can also add more hours, half an hour is fifty US dollars. Therefore, most people who come here to spend time will control the time to ten. Within five minutes.

Don't underestimate this business. A pretty woman can work here for at least twenty-five hours a day and earn more than a thousand US dollars. Even if two-thirds are deducted by the smuggler, the woman's income is still considerable. , it can reach more than three hundred US dollars a day, and even more when meeting generous guests. This is definitely a very huge income for a penniless Vietnamese woman. Therefore, if a gangster can control an entertainment city in the United States, , never have to worry about not having a woman...

"Sir...are you?"

When the two of them first walked into the rusty revolving door, a doorman nodded and bowed to greet him. However, when he looked up and saw Ruan Wenwu's face, he was immediately stunned. He felt that this face was a bit familiar, but But I couldn't remember it for a moment.

"sorry!"

"Wenwu...ah...!"

The muscles on Ruan Wenwu's face jumped. Astonishingly, he raised his hand and the coat flew up. Just when the doorman recognized him and let out a cry of surprise, the watermelon knife flew across like a meteor in the night sky. His throat cut off his voice, and a stream of blood surged high under the brilliant light...

Seeing Ruan Wenwu striding into the hall, with blood still dripping from the hanging watermelon knife blade, Su Dafeng felt his heart palpitate, as if a hand was tightly squeezing his internal organs.

In fact, Su Dafeng was just here to cause trouble, and had no intention of killing anyone.

It was obvious that he knew this doorman, but when the sharp watermelon knife fell, he did not hesitate at all. It was a clean and fatal blow.

Ruan Wenwu was like a hungry wolf devouring the lives of his compatriots in the hall. His hands were waving like a tireless machine, so fast that many Vietnamese waiters died before they could react. It was so sad that pools of blood were flowing in the hall. Two old black men who had just come downstairs were so frightened that they fainted on the ground when they saw the blood flying in the air.

Su Dafeng had no chance to use his sword.

Ruan Wenwu seems to have vented Ruan Chishan's death and resentment here...

The two took the stairs instead of the elevator.

"What's wrong with you?" Ruan Wenwu felt there was no sound behind him. When he looked back, he saw Su Dafeng's face was pale and couldn't help but ask.

"nothing."

"Let's go, I will never let go of any of my enemies." Ruan Wenwu said with gritted teeth and hatred.

"Walk!"

Looking at Ruan Wenwu's strong back, Su Dafeng's originally pale face turned pale. There is no doubt that he is Ruan Wenwu's biggest enemy.

"What are you doing? Ah..."

The two walked from the lobby stairs to the first floor, and the resistance began to become fierce. When they exited the stairs, they were blocked by a waiter holding a tray. The waiter saw the bloody watermelon knife in Ruan Wenwu's hand and cut it without thinking. The tray hit Ruan Wenwu...

Because the place was narrow, although Ruan Wenwu avoided the tray, the boiling water on the tray still poured onto his arm. Fortunately, Su Dafeng slashed the man's neck with his knife, otherwise, the man would have run away.

They must fight quickly, otherwise, they will definitely be trapped here.

The resistance began to become more and more intense, and it seemed that the entire building had received the news and began to organize resistance. People kept appearing in front of them with messy weapons. There are sticks, chairs, cups, plates...

Second floor!

Third floor!

Fourth floor!

By the time they reached the fourth floor, the two of them were exhausted, and the gauze binding their hands was stained red. The most important thing was that some controlled knives had appeared, and their watermelon knives could no longer play an advantage.

"Let's go!" Ruan Wenwu shouted wildly, chopped off an arm of the person in front of him with a knife, and ran away. At this time, Su Dafeng was behind him, and he was already covered in blood. Of course, he was not injured. In fact, Most of the blood on his body came from Ruan Wenwu's blood splashing on him after he chopped down his opponent.

The two of them suddenly turned around and rushed down like a whirlwind. They tried their best to resist them. The six Vietnamese who were gathered together were stunned for a moment. But in this moment, the two of them had disappeared at the top of the stairs.

With a "clang" sound, Su Dafeng took off the watermelon knife tied with gauze in his hand while running, threw it to the ground and ran wildly.

"Boom, boom..."

The motorcycle let out a roar and disappeared under the dim street lights like an arrow. From behind the motorcycle, there was a sound of iron objects hitting the ground, making a "clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang and clang from behind the motorcycle.

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"How is it?" Su Dafeng used alcohol to disinfect Ruan Wenwu and bandage the wounds on his body. He was not injured because he had been hiding behind Ruan Wenwu, but Ruan Wenwu was not as lucky as him. Not only was he slashed twice on the back when he escaped, but he was also slashed on the face. Although the wound was shallow, It's not deep, but it's very long, from the forehead to the corner of the mouth. It's slanted, and if it's a little off, it hits the eye.

"It's okay, what should we do now?" Ruan Wenwu asked, enduring the severe pain.

"I originally had a plan, but now you're injured..." Su Dafeng hesitated. Obviously, Ruan Wenwu's injury had affected the plan.

"I want to do nothing tonight, destroy them a few more times, and force them to negotiate with us." Su Dafeng said.

"It's okay, I can withstand it. Where will it hit this time..."

Ruan Wenwu stood up abruptly, with a fierce look in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and tied a circle on his forehead with gauze, just like a dutiful son wearing a mourning hat.

Seeing Ruan Wenwu's resolute face, Zhang Yang, who had been observing secretly, couldn't help but look at the Vietnamese with admiration. If this man followed Su Dafeng and survived, he would definitely become something great.

Unfortunately, he followed Su Dafeng, a Chinese who had no guilt for killing Vietnamese.

Where?

"Go back to Asia Dream City. We just destroyed that place. My uncle's good brother will definitely go there!" Ruan Wenwu showed a crazy grin on his face.

(To be continued)