Chapter One Hundred and Three

Huangpu Warehouse, with his back against the dock, Han Qinhu looked at the enemies that were constantly pouring in, exposing two big golden teeth and spitting out smoke:

"The ship capsized in the gutter."

Today, I came back to look for the landlord to refund the deposit. At the same time, I told my old brother. Han Qinhu always wanted to expand the team of the Tianlong Gang, even if Ye Tianlong didn't recognize it.

He gathered a dozen people to drink and chat.

The landlord, who had always been stingy, retired three thousand yuan without saying a word, and gave each of the ten people in the gathering room a Chinese.

The sixty-year-old old man smiled with rare enthusiasm. While lighting a cigarette for more than a dozen people, he talked about gathering and relaxing.

After renting for many years, everyone is familiar with each other, so Zhao Feng Er and the others were not prepared at all. They laughed and smoked the cigarette without noticing it. The last one who lit the cigarette, Han Qinhu, smelled something wrong. The Chinese cigarette was mixed with a touch of medicine. So immediately threw away the cigarette and grabbed the old landlord to scold him.

Before Han Qinhu could ask questions, a lot of strong men emerged from downstairs, with either iron rods or machetes in their hands, all wearing masks.

There are no two hundred people who are not so popular, but there are only a few hundred people.

Han Qinhu knew that he had fallen into a trap, and immediately judged that 80% of them were Jiang Zihao's people, after all, they were the only ones who offended.

More than a dozen people made a decisive decision and did not run downstairs. Instead, they took advantage of the familiar terrain to rush to the top of the building with their benches and kitchen knives.

Han Qinhu also directly lit a gas barrel and smashed into the crowd, to win some time for his side and others to run away.

Han Qinhu and the others jumped from the rooftop to another building, and then from another building to the third building. After jumping five buildings in a row, they only descended from the other staircase. In the past, they can definitely run smoothly. I dropped, but I smoked the landlord’s medicated cigarettes. Although it was only a few puffs, they were exhausted.

They were quickly overtaken, and they fought back to the Huangpu Warehouse. There were two doors in the warehouse, the front door was crushed by the enemy, and the back door was locked with rusty chains.

They can only fight with the beast.

The first floor could no longer be held, Han Qinhu let the remaining six people retreat to the second floor terrace, and then guarded the only staircase.

Han Qinhu couldn't remember how much blood he had on his hands. He only knew the way he had come, let alone twenty people fell in his hands.

At this time, more than a hundred hunk men rushed into the warehouse with knives and sticks, and they spread out to both sides with good training, enclosing a terrace less than 30 square meters on the second floor.

Ninety and a half of these people are black clothes and half of them are red. The former are crows and the latter belong to the royal family.

Then, everyone turned their eyes to Han Qinhu, who was guarding the only staircase, covered in blood, but unshakable like a nail.

One smoke, one person, one knife, unstoppable.

"laugh!"

Han Qinhu spit out the cigarette butt, took out another cigarette, lit it with a lighter, in the smoke, he looked harmless to humans and animals.

Among the more than a hundred machos, there is also a bald man. He is sitting on a chair, holding a bucket of ice cream, and digging and eating casually.

His mouth was huge, and a large spoonful of ice cream was fed in, and he swallowed it instantly.

"Eighteen people, only seven of you are left. Is it necessary to resist?"

After eating most of the ice cream, the bald-headed man looked at the stubborn Han Qinhu and the others, and snorted disdainfully: "surrender, you can leave a whole body."

Han Qinhu did not respond, but spit out a smoke ring, very disdainful.

The bald man didn't talk nonsense, and picked up a piece of ice cream: "Send him on the road."

"kill!"

Hearing this instruction, the 30-odd hunk held a knife and stick, like a group of hyenas rushing towards Han Qinhu.

In the smoke, Han, who is not amazing, grabbed one side of his body, with a slender iron leg swept across the army.

The five thugs wielding iron rods were the first to bear the brunt. Their lower body slid forward, but their upper body slammed into the invisible wall and bounced back miserably.

The iron rod flew up, and the five people fainted immediately after hitting their backs on the ground.

Taking advantage of the victory, Han Qinhu slammed his body out again, hitting a man's chest severely, and his opponent's breastbone collapsed, spurting blood, and flew out.

"call!"

Han Qinhu spit out a thick smoke, let the cigarette relieve pain and emotions.

After fighting against the water, Zhao Feng Er also guarded the railing like crazy, not allowing the opponent to climb the railing to the second floor. Once the opponent broke through, they would have no room to deal with. The six people were killed in ragged clothes and covered in blood. At this moment, Someone climbed the railing and rushed to Han Qinhu to the side.

When Zhao Feng Er saw someone attacking Han Qinhu, he rushed over with a roar:

"Brother Tiger, be careful."

He smashed a sneak attack enemy, but there was also a blood stain on his body, and a blood port on his back extended from the shoulder blades to the lower waist, shocking.

Han Qinhu went mad with his bare hands. He raised the knife and cut the four people, rescued Zhao Feng Er from life and death, then threw it back to the second floor and shouted:

"Stay up there, I am dead, you die again."

He grinned with an earache, and whispered that he was useless. He also shouted to Han Qinhu: "Brother Tiger, hold on, Big Brother will be here soon."

"Bastard stuff."

Han Qinhu scolded: "If you call him at this time, don't you let him die?"

He has confirmed the identity of the enemy in front of him, the crow people, the king's people, all desperadoes, one by one is the master of the death.

Ye Tianlong came over, facing these more than a hundred murderers, I was afraid it would be difficult to do anything.

Zhao Feng's ears twitched: "Brother Tiger, I'm sorry, but we only have this card."

When the police did not come, more than a dozen old brothers were hacked. Except for Ye Tianlong, he didn't know who to look for, and he couldn't watch Han Qinhu and others die.

As for Ye Tianlong, he had the confidence that he couldn't even convince him, and he always felt that there was nothing that the kid couldn't solve.

Han Qinhu fell silent, with a hint of relief.

It is never a shame to find friends when there are difficulties. What is really ashamed is that there are no friends to find when there are difficulties.

"what--"

At this moment, an old brother who leaned on the railing and hacked and killed was torn off by an enemy with a rope around his neck.

Zhao Feng Er wanted to save people, Han Qinhu dragged him back and rushed over. He would fall into a crowd of people, and no one would survive.

They could only watch the companion who pierced their ribs, and was chopped over by dozens of people, leaving them bloody.

Han Qinhu regrets it very much. Why did he gather the old brothers to chat today and let them suffer unwarranted disasters, but now, he can only protect himself first.

"Tongzi, wait, brother will definitely give you revenge!"

Han Qinhu roared fiercely, his rough face twisted in pain, and then suddenly rushed out a few meters, his sword shone, and he screamed.

"what--"

The weak line of defense built by the enemy collapsed with the screams echoing. Han Qinhu worked his anger and cohesive strength, like a tiger into a flock, his wrists turned flexibly, and two machetes turned into an impenetrable scenery, a distance of ten meters, **** Biao shot, people kept falling down, and then came back calmly.

A big man holding a knife roared and blocked the way, thinking that he could stop Han Qinhu's blade.

Han Qinhu grinned and turned his wrist violently, slashed the opponent with a backhand, half of the blade fell into the big man's neck, and then took the knife.

"boom!"

The sturdy body of one hundred and eighty kilograms turned around in place, collapsed to the ground like a snakeskin bag, and the blood gushing from the neck stained the ground.

"I'm Han Qinhu."

Like the **** of war, Han held a pair of knives to guard the stairs: "Whoever blocks will die."

More than fifty hunks turned a deaf ears and swarmed. On the Mingjiang underworld, Han captured the tiger as a ball.

"Han Qinhu, you are a man. In this way, you chopped off your six men and surrendered."

The bald man finished eating half a bucket of ice cream and looked at Han Qinhu who was at the end of the crossbow with a smile: "Call out that kid again, and I will save you."

"Let's kill each other? Are you in your head? Even if you die, you will not touch your brother."

Han Qinhu snorted, snorting, "If it wasn't for the little master who got the medicine, killing you all would be like playing."

"If you don't recruit him, he will be dug out sooner or later."

The bald man smiled gloomily: "The one who offends Shao Jiang will only end up, and that is death."

"Even though Mingjiang is big, there will be no place for him."

Han Qinhu raised the blood-stained machete, two big golden teeth gleaming: "Kill me."

"By the way, Miss Zhu asked me to greet you."

The bald man sneered: "She said, you burned her fingers, so she hopes that I can take you ten fingers back."

Han Qinhu was noncommittal: "Stop talking nonsense, there is a kind of let go, Monk Flower, do you have the courage to fight with me?"

Monk Hua, a hall master under the crow's banner, was also a **** placed by the Jiang family on the underworld of Mingjiang. He was sinister and cruel.

"Yo, know me? It seems that you are also a member of the rivers and lakes, how else would you know my name?"

Monk Hua looked at the crumbling opponent with indescribable contempt and disdain: "Just fight with me, you are not qualified."

Han Qinhu tapped two cigarettes: "If you don't come, I'll pass."