The Road to Slaying God

Chapter 484 A river of killing

The current scene seemed very strange. Both sides seemed to be calm. More than 200 Vietnamese gathered silently in the hall carrying bright machetes.

Zhang Yang's table was still drinking slowly and leisurely, and the only one standing up was Liu Biao.

Liu Biao slowly walked over with a ferocious smile on his face, his strong body bursting out with an astonishing amount of mental pressure.

"Come on, let me see how many brushes your Vietnamese gang has..."

"..."

It's a pity that few people can understand Liu Biao's fast-speaking Chinese English. More than 200 Vietnamese are still approaching slowly with serious faces. If these people didn't have some patterns tattooed on their upper bodies, these Disciplined gangsters can easily be mistaken for organized soldiers.

In fact, most of the gangsters here are veterans of the military.

The Vietnam Gang and the Daquan Gang are almost the same, both are based on veterans, and these two hundred people are actually the elite of the Vietnam Gang, and they are not entirely the power of Brother Qiang, but the elite of some of the bosses below. .

Walking in front of the team is a short and stocky young man with dark skin and bulging muscles. His facial features are elegant, but a slanting scar on his face stretches from his forehead to his chin, giving him a stern look. A terrifying feeling.

"Boy..."

"call!"

There was a flash of light from the sword, and the Vietnamese swung the sword suddenly. Liu Biao's intention to tease him was interrupted by the sword.

Caught off guard, Liu Biao had no time to dodge, and the sword light came with a faint force of wind and thunder as it struck at lightning speed.

Just when Su Dafeng exclaimed, thinking that Liu Biao would be hit, Liu Biao made an incredible move. He spread his fingers and grabbed the blade with one hand...

"Peng!"

With a muffled sound, the knife struck Liu Biao's palm, making a muffled sound like the impact of leather, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Sudden.

There was an eerie silence in the entire hall.

More than two hundred pairs of eyes looked at the shocking scene with dull expressions.

The sharp willow leaf-shaped machete was firmly grasped in Liu Biao's hand. Liu Biao's body was as motionless as a rock, while the Vietnamese's face was twisted and the veins in his arms were bulging, as if he was smashing with all his strength.

No one knows the current situation of this Vietnamese man.

Only he knew clearly in his heart that he felt like his knife was cutting on a ball of soft cotton without any force. What made him feel most strange was that the "cotton" seemed to be full of a kind of stickiness. He actually Couldn't get the machete out.

He couldn't imagine that a person could hold the sharp blade with his bare hands. He knew very well how sharp the blade was. Although it couldn't blow or break hair, it was impossible for human muscles to withstand it...

The entire space fell into an extreme silence. A pair of incredible eyes stared closely at Liu Biao, especially the Vietnamese. It could be said that they all had a crazy admiration for this leading Vietnamese.

The Vietnamese surname is Li and the given name is Ping. Despite his young age, he is a leader of the younger generation and is recognized as a rising star to replace Ruan Chishan.

In fact, Ruan Chishan gradually lost attention because of the rise of young masters of Liping's generation. Compared with Ruan Chishan, these young people are more ferocious and more aggressive. What a gang needs is this kind of people who do not want consequences. young people.

Just when everyone looked shocked, Liu Biao made another incredible move. He lightly kicked out, and his movements seemed extremely slow.

Looking at the slowly kicking foot, Liping found that his body seemed to be unable to dodge. He was kicked straight away. The handle of the knife in his hand was released, and a surge of extremely powerful force made his body collapse. It flew upside down like a kite with its string broken...

"Peng!"

…

With a series of loud noises, the strong body hit a group of upper-chested men, like a bulldozer, the huge body knocked over dozens of people...

"kill!"

Two loud shouts came from the other two leaders. The Vietnamese gang members seemed to suddenly wake up and swarmed forward one by one with red eyes and holding knives.

Hundreds of people charged in this limited space, just like an ancient battlefield.

Everyone had an idea. No matter how powerful the opponent was, they had an absolute advantage in numbers. No one believed that more than 200 people could not beat a few people.

There was a manic atmosphere of killing in the air, and everyone's eyes were red from the killing.

The crowd dispersed, and many people rushed to the table. In fact, many people were dissatisfied with the people on that table from the beginning. This dissatisfaction was not only as simple as the opponent or enemy, but also because of being beaten by a person. The kind of anger that comes from being looked down upon.

Kill kill kill kill!

The hall was like a volcanic eruption. Not only were knives flashing, but chairs were flying through the air, tables were overturned, and dishes and chopsticks were falling in the air like hailstones...

The scene was extremely chaotic. A group of Vietnamese who were originally orderly were so excited by Liu Biao's fierceness that they lost their minds.

Suddenly, Liu Biao's body moved. His clumsy body kept moving, forming an insurmountable force in this huge hall. The thing in his hand kept swaying, forming a silver curtain of light...

"ah!"

…

Blood was swaying in the air, human organs kept falling from the air, and screams could not be heard. What was incredible was that the bowls and chopsticks flying in the air seemed to be blocked by Liu Biao's light curtain, and nothing flew to it. Where is Zhang Yang going...

Su Dafeng, Ruan Wenwu, Siberian Tiger, and Kong Laoer all looked at Liu Biao's clumsy body moving back and forth with dull expressions. This was a huge visual contrast. A person with a clumsy body could actually move like this. Quick and flexible, everything is full of incredible magic.

Awesome!

Liu Biao's moving body suddenly jumped up and struck a table that had not fallen down with his kick.

"Peng!" With an earth-shaking loud noise, this kind of table was smashed into pieces, and tiny sawdust were thrown high from the air like fairy flowers.

Suddenly, the crazy people in the hall stopped moving, as if time and space had suddenly frozen, and heavy pressure filled the air.

Liu Biao stood in front of Zhang Yang's table like a door god, holding a bloody machete.

Now Liu Biao is a thunder pool, and no one can step beyond the thunder pool.

Looking at that majestic back, Su Dafeng couldn't help but gasped, this is the master, this is the real master!

Suddenly, Su Dafeng remembered the scene of the container door suddenly falling down on the sea.

Could it be that Zhang Yang is also a master?

Could it be that Zhang Yang broke down the door?

Su Dafeng has always been worried about why the iron door of the container suddenly collapsed. However, he could not find the answer. Now, he felt that he was getting closer to the answer.

Very unnaturally, Su Dafeng's eyes fell on Zhang Yang. Only then did he realize that Zhang Yang had not focused on Liu Biao's battle at all, but was drinking alone, drinking one glass after another. The woman with a cold face and an otherworldly beauty whispered something in an extremely gentle voice, as if they were not at all on a battlefield where swords were flashing and blood was flying everywhere...

The hall was quiet for more than ten seconds.

At this time, Liu Biao spoke, and he just said one word.

"roll!"

This word was like thunder, with a terrifying force that made people's hearts skip a beat.

"Clang!"

…

There was a dense sound of metal falling to the ground, and countless machetes emitting cold light fell to the ground, making a crisp and sweet sound.

The overwhelming murderous aura disappeared.

This group of Vietnamese were also tough. Although they were frightened by Liu Biao's killing, they still took away all the injured Vietnamese, even picking up and taking away the fingers on the ground.

At this time, everyone discovered that basically half of the injured were injured. It seems that this number should be deliberately controlled by Liu Biao so that no one would take away the injured...

This old man is very attentive!

Su Dafeng looked at Liu Biao and couldn't help but murmur. From here, Su Dafeng could see that Liu Biao was a rough and delicate person, not the rough and crazy person he seemed on the surface.

In just five minutes, more than 200 Vietnamese people left cleanly. The hall was in a mess. Machetes were dropped on the floor. Blood was mixed with the leftovers on the ground, giving off a strange smell...

Because most of the tables were overturned, the hall looked chaotic and empty.

Looking at the empty hall, Su Dafeng and others had dull expressions on their faces. They never thought that this would be the result, especially Kong Laoer. He always thought that he and Liu Biao were not very far apart in martial arts. Now he discovered that the two A person's martial arts cannot be calculated in terms of Taoism.

At this time, the owner of the restaurant led a group of waiters out tremblingly, and a group of diners who rushed to the private room also came out tremblingly. Many of them were holding mobile phones in their hands and pressing the alarm number tremblingly...

"Let's go!"

Zhang Yang stood up with a lonely look on his face.

"Here, decorate it yourself!" Xiao Lizi walked up to the Chinese boss and threw several thick stacks of banknotes into his hands. The boss almost got hit by Xiao Lizi.

Liu Biao seemed to have noticed that Zhang Yang had something on his mind, and instead of being arrogant and showing off as usual, he followed the crowd and walked out.

After getting in the car, in order to escape the pursuit of the police, they changed to several taxis and got off at the beach.

"Come here."

Zhang Yang walked to the beach, turned around and said hello to Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu, and the two hurriedly walked over.

"Now you go see Brother Qiang and ask him to call me. This is the phone number." Zhang Yang said calmly and handed a note in his hand to Su Dafeng.

"Ah...we..."

Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu were stunned. Going to find Brother Qiang at this time was tantamount to death.

"Are you afraid?" Zhang Yang looked at Su Dafeng with deep eyes.

"I..." Su Dafeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "What's there to be afraid of? I'll probably die!"

"Well, go ahead!"

Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu strode away, disappearing into the slow darkness. His back had the solemn and solemn look of a strong man who has never returned.

"Brother Tiger, thank you for helping me in the square." Zhang Yang walked up to the Siberian tiger and said with a smile.

"Um...ahem..." The Siberian tiger was a little embarrassed and his face was red. Fortunately, it was night, so he couldn't tell.

"Brother Hu, you are Chinese. You can still remember that you are Chinese after going abroad, and you know how to help your compatriots. Zhang Yang also admires it. Chinese people have been accustomed to protecting themselves wisely. It is not easy for people like you..." Zhang Yang sighed road.

"I just feel that the Chinese people in the United States are too uncooperative. Once they get involved in the upper class, they forget their former colleagues and do not support their compatriots. This has resulted in the fact that although the Chinese people in the United States are large in number, they have no voice. They cannot play a decisive role in the political arena. If the Chinese can be like the Jews, I think it will not be difficult for the Chinese to dominate the United States..."

"Well, yes, but this is a bad surname of the Chinese people, and it cannot be changed overnight. Of course, we have to strive towards this goal. Do you know why I brought you here?"

"have no idea."

"Now, the Big Circle Gang has declined, the Vietnam Gang is about to collapse, and the Mafia will become a partner. This will be an opportunity for you, but there is a serious problem." Zhang Yang said with a serious face.

"what is the problem?"

"Brother Hu, I know you are a big brother in the Mainland, but you grew up in the Mainland and are not familiar with the United States. No matter how hard you work in the United States, you can only stay in one place and be the big brother and cannot control the overall situation. , because you are not familiar with the United States, but Dafeng is different. He is only in his twenties and has spent most of his time in the United States. He is familiar with the underground forces in the United States. Of course, the most important thing is that he has huge ambitions. , I want you to assist Dafeng, how about it? I know this is difficult for you. Most Chinese people would rather have a chicken head than an ox tail..."

"I've had this idea for a long time. Dafeng and I are very good at talking. We understand what you mean." Siberian Tiger said.

"Haha, he is indeed a hero, capable of bending and stretching. Well, if there is a chance, I will help you eliminate the case in the mainland. When the time comes, you can return home in honor and dignity."

"Really?" The Siberian tiger suddenly looked excited.

"Do I seem to be lying?" Zhang Yang smiled.

"Hehe..." The Siberian tiger giggled a little shyly.

"Kong Laoer, what about you?"

"Ah...I..." Kong Laoer was confused by Zhang Yang's question.

"You heard what I said to the Siberian tiger just now. What do you think?"

"I...I...I'm alone anyway, but I signed a contract with an underground boxing ring, which is a bit troublesome..."

"Don't worry about that, just tell me what you think."

"Is there money in the underworld?"

"Ahem..."

"..."

Kong Laoer's question made a group of people cough.