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"Xu Lang! Get out here right now!"
Da Zaiying, wielding a steel knife, strode menacingly out of the crowd and shouted towards the entrance of the Paramount Ballroom:
"I'll count to three, and if your men don't dare come out, we'll smash up the Paramount!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure calmly walked out of the main entrance of the Paramount Ballroom.
The man was dressed in a suit, with a tall and straight figure. Although he had a faint, calm smile on his face, he exuded an aura of authority without being angry. This was Xu Lang!
Xu Lang glanced at the young eagle not far away and said:
"So these are the local bullies of Haojiang? There are quite a few monsters and scoundrels here!"
Seeing Xu Lang's unwavering composure and imposing presence on the high platform, Da Ziying couldn't help but feel slightly surprised, though he maintained his arrogant and domineering demeanor.
"Xu Lang, you must agree to our Fourth Brother's demands today, or we'll smash up your Paramount!"
Xu Lang chuckled:
"Smash the Paramount Ballroom? We'll see if my men allow it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures walked out from behind Xu Lang. They were Tang Shan Kui and Ma Teng, the second brother of Scorpion!
Both men carried machetes over four feet long and wore only white vests, emerging from behind Xu Lang with a menacing aura.
As the two walked out, many of the Tung Sing underlings also slowly walked out of the Paramount Casino.
These Dongxing henchmen were almost all dressed in white vests, with a blood-red ribbon tied around one arm, and their hands were bound with two gleaming knives using duct tape!
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When Da Zaiying and the others saw that all of Tung Sing's underlings were dressed like this, they couldn't help but feel a chill.
Ordinary short mules fight with steel pipes or machetes, but when someone like Dongxing's henchman uses duct tape to bind weapons to his hands, it's a sign of fighting to the death!
What's more, they were all carrying kukri knives!
This type of knife, also known as the Gurkha knife, is only two feet long and shaped like a dog's leg. Its recurve bow shape and extreme sharpness make it ideal for slashing and stabbing. Once hit, it is either fatal or severely injured.
The fact that the other party had his hands tied and was using a kukri knife indicates two things: first, the other party was not afraid of death at all, and second, the other party was really good at fighting!
Da Zaiying and the others couldn't help but gasp in shock.
But to say that they were scared when they saw that every member of the Tung Sing gang had two knives strapped to their hands with duct tape is a bit of nonsense.
After all, On Lok is one of the top triads in Macau, and the three thousand men who came are among the most formidable fighters, many of whom have experienced numerous fierce battles.
Da Zaiying gritted his teeth and glared at the hundreds of Tung Sing underlings who kept walking out of the Paramount Ballroom. Suddenly, he raised the machete in his hand:
"Charge! Kill them all and smash the Paramount!"
After a roar, Da Zaiying took the lead in charging forward with his machete, followed closely by Fei Laolong and Shao Yexiong. Behind them, Sanqian and Anle's underlings also roared and charged towards the Paramount with their various weapons in hand.
Tang Shankui and Ma Teng looked at each other with cold eyes, snorted, and then picked up their machetes and went to meet Da Ziying and his men. The hundreds of Dongxing underlings who came out of the Paramount also shouted and followed the two of them to charge at Da Ziying and his Anle men.
The two groups of people, like two dark tides, their steel knives flashing like phosphorescence in the water, clashed fiercely in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, shouts of battle, the sound of footsteps, the clash of weapons, the cries of the wounded, and the slashing of blades into flesh all intertwined, creating a chilling symphony.
Tang Shankui and Ma Teng, like fierce tigers, quickly arrived in front of Fatty Long, Young Master Xiong, and the other two.
Ma Teng, tall and strong, leaped in a few steps to Fatty Long and slashed his sword fiercely at the opponent's face.
Although Fatty Dragon was large in stature, his reaction was extremely fast. Seeing the opponent's slash coming, he immediately blocked it with his own sword.
Clang!
With a loud clang of metal against metal, sparks flew as the blades clashed violently. Fatty Long's steel knife was instantly chipped by Ma Teng, while Ma Teng's 080 steel knife remained unharmed.
It wasn't that Ma Teng's blade was of better quality, but rather a matter of force!
It's like a person with 500 pounds of strength concentrating all their power into one point to strike the opponent's blade, while the opponent only has 200 pounds of strength and hastily parries with their own blade. When these two forces collide, the point of attack and the intensity are naturally completely different!
In fact, the steel knife in Fatty Long's hand was a German-imported machete with excellent steel quality, but Ma Teng managed to cut a nick in it with a single stroke!
Ma Teng let out a cold laugh, his lips parted slightly, a cold light flashing between his teeth, and suddenly he swung his hand down with another slash.
Clang!
Another loud bang, but this time the German manganese steel machete in Fatty Dragon's hand was cut in half at the waist, and the blade flew off at an angle.
But Ma Teng's knife was still going strong, and in an instant the tip of the knife slashed into Fatty Long's chest, cutting a wound in his fat chest, and blood flew along the cut.
Fatty Long felt a sharp pain and turned to dodge, but Ma Teng was faster. In one step, he was in front of Fatty Long, and his machete was plunged into Fatty Long's chest and abdomen, the blade going all the way to the hilt!
puff!
Fatty Long felt a chill creep into his body, piercing through his spine. His body instantly felt like a drafty, dilapidated house, filled with coldness from head to toe. His strength seemed to be drained away by the knife wound, and then his legs went weak, and he fell straight down.
On the other hand, Tang Shan Kui was fighting two against one, facing Da Zai Ying and Shao Ye Xiong.
The young master, Ying, wielded a steel knife and brought it down hard on his head, while the young master Xiong raised his steel knife and slashed at his neck. The two knives came down from the left and right with great force, and they were aimed at killing him!
Tang Shankui remained completely calm, dodging to the side and then slashing down with his blade, the tip aimed at Da Zaiying's arm.
chap!
When Da Ziying's first strike missed, his arm was still in motion when Tang Shankui's strike struck first, instantly severing his right hand that was holding the knife. The severed hand flew off to the side, and blood gushed out from the severed arm like a spring.
Upon seeing this, Young Master Xiong roared and charged towards Tang Shan Kui, slashing three times with his steel knife.
However, Tang Shan Kui moved swiftly and easily dodged Young Master Xiong's three strikes. Then, he slashed upwards with his blade, aiming straight for Young Master Xiong's neck.
Young Master Xiong tried to dodge, but Tang Shan Kui's knife came extremely fast, almost like lightning. Although Young Master Xiong turned his head to the side while dodging, Tang Shan Kui's knife still sliced across his right cheek.
chap!
The blade sliced off Young Master Xiong's right ear. The bloody ear flew off and landed next to Tang Shan Kui, who stomped on it and crushed it into mincemeat with his toe!
Young Master Xiong was terrified upon seeing this and turned to run into the crowd of He Anle's men. Meanwhile, Da Zaiying was quite defiant. Although he had lost an arm, he picked up the machete from the ground with his left hand and charged towards Tang Shan Kui with a bloodshot roar.
"I want your life!"
With one hand severed, Da Ziying was filled with rage and charged at Tang Shankui with his left hand, knife raised.
Tang Shankui glanced at him coldly, but didn't move. He sent his eagle charging over, and then watched as Tang Shankui swung his sword at his head.
But just as Da Zaiying's blade was about to fall, Tang Shankui shifted his body to the side, instantly dodging the blade while simultaneously slashing diagonally at Da Zaiying's left neck.
chap!
The eagle's neck was severed in half instantly, and blood spurted out!
Dang clang...
The knife in his left hand fell to the ground. He covered his blood-splattered neck with one hand, glanced coldly at Tang Shankui, and then seemed to slip, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
While the leaders of the two factions were engaged in a fierce battle, the two groups were also hacking and slashing each other.
Tung Sing had far fewer people than the other side, but although the streets outside Paramount were wide, they could only accommodate a few hundred people at most at the same time, which seemed enough for Tung Sing!
The enemy had longer knives and more men, but the Dongxing underlings were more powerful and skilled in battle!
These Dongxing henchmen, with their hands bound with knives, charged forward howling and quickly reached the front of He Anle's men.
They swiftly dodged each other's weapons, pressed themselves against each other's front and back, and unleashed a flurry of attacks with their twin blades like snowflakes.
Snap snap snap...
After just one encounter, hundreds of He Anle's underlings fell down.
The Dongxing henchmen's knives were aimed at the opponent's neck, chest, abdomen, hands, and feet, and with one strike, someone would be killed or have their limbs severed.
In an instant, the ground was littered with corpses lying haphazardly and severed limbs.
The Dongxing henchmen, like ravenous wolves with bloodshot eyes, cut down one group after another and continued to charge forward, wielding their double-edged knives like a whirlwind.
For a moment, the cries of Anle's younger brother echoed throughout the arena!
Here, Xu Lang stood unmoved at the entrance of the Paramount Ballroom, watching the brutal slaughter in the distance with a calm and ruthless expression on his face.
Just then, two people walked up behind them.
A henchman brought Xu Lang a chair, while Hao Ji walked up to him with a cup of coffee.
Xu Lang sat down in the chair, took the coffee Hao Ji brought him, took a sip of the rich and mellow coffee, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
The narrow road meets the brave to win!
In street fights, having more people doesn't guarantee a win!
No matter how many people there are, if they are defeated by one wave of attacks and their courage is shattered by another, they will scatter like monkeys when the tree falls!
Although the number of people from He'anle reached as many as three thousand, the streets of Paramount could only deploy a few hundred people at a time, while the number of people from Tung Sing could launch two attacks!
Just as he picked up his coffee and took a sip, Dongxing's second wave of attack had already taken effect. After two waves of attacks, nearly three hundred of Anle's dwarf mules had fallen. Although there were more of the remaining men, they were terrified when they saw their own men falling one after another while the enemy had not fallen at all.
When the Dongxing people launched their third wave of attack, no one from the He'anle group dared to advance any further.
"Kill!" (acej)
Tang Shankui and Ma Teng had already killed Da Ziying and Fei Laolong, and they roared angrily, raising their steel knives.
"Kill!"
The Dongxing underlings charged forward again, following the two.
But when Anle's dwarf mule heard this roar, his face turned deathly pale. After the previous two battles, his courage was almost gone, and hearing this roar made him tremble with fear.
Before Tang Shan Kui and his men could rush over, many of He Anle's short mules had already turned and run away.
People tend to follow the crowd; once those in front start to flee, those behind will only run even faster.
Wow...
The remaining two thousand or so, along with Anle's dwarf mule, turned tail and ran like the receding tide. Young Master Xiong, who was missing an ear, was squeezed into the crowd and didn't dare to lead his underlings to fight any further.
The men and women of He'an Le, who had marched aggressively across the street, were faster than rabbits. Many of them wished they had more legs, as they ran so fast they lost their shoes.
Many of the short mules who were originally charging ahead were now lagging behind. With so many people from He'an Le, they were all squeezed into the street, where they were chased down and hacked from behind by the Dongxing men. Hundreds more fell in no time!
Hearing the cries of agony behind them, the remaining people scattered like stray dogs, desperately trying to escape the scene.
Xu Lang sat outside the Paramount Ballroom, watching the He Anle men fleeing desperately like stray dogs in the distance, and a smile crept onto his lips.