"Run! Run! Otherwise, I won't die in peace today!"
Liu Shi shouted as he looked at Du Mo, who was standing motionless on the spot.
"Damn it, I, Zhao Hu, have misjudged him. Come, chop off his hand!”Zhao Hu roared.
Hearing this, a burly man in black holding a machete slashed at Liu Shi's right hand without pausing.
"Xiao Yun, I've let you and your son down. I couldn't avenge you!”
Liu Shi gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He did not struggle anymore.
Bang!
At the critical moment, Du Mo grabbed an ashtray from the ground and threw it at the man in black.
After a loud bang, the heavy ashtray smashed straight into the man's head. The huge impact directly flipped the man over. He lay on the ground, bleeding profusely. One could vaguely see the ghastly white bones on his head.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Hu was shocked. Du Mo's throwing of the ashtray had been very well controlled, both in terms of angle and strength.
"Attack together and kill him!" Zhao Hu was furious.
Hearing this, the dozen or so people behind Zhao Hu each picked up a machete and charged at Du Mo.
Du Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body instantly rushed out.
Bang bang bang!
Du Mo's slender fingers tightened slightly. He clenched his fists and rushed into the crowd. As he moved, every punch brought with it a string of blood. In an instant, blood filled the hall.
The dozen or so burly men holding machetes did not manage to touch Du Mo at all!
"I'll kill you!"
Zhao Hu was so angry that his body was trembling. He slapped Du Mo.
Seeing this, Du Mo's expression darkened. He would not show any mercy to scum like Zhao Hu.
Looking at the slap that was coming at him, Du Mo reached out with the tip of his toes and picked up a pitchfork from the ground. He held it in his hand and stabbed it at Zhao Hu's palm.
Zhao Hu's palm was instantly pierced through. Dark red blood flowed out from his palm and spread down, staining Zhao Hu's chest with blood.
"Ah!"
Zhao Hu howled in pain, his face pale.
"Kill, kill him!"
At the same time, the hundreds of underlings that Zhao Hu had arranged downstairs had also rushed up. Zhao Hu had originally thought that Du Mo was not a threat at all, but he had not expected Du Mo's skills to be so terrifying.
"Kill him!"
Someone in the crowd shouted. Then, the crowd looked like the plot of Young and Dangerous. Everyone dragged their machetes and charged at Du Mo.
"Humph! Since they were all walking on the path of killing, they had to be prepared to be killed!”
Du Mo had asked Xiaoyou before. The hands of these people in front of him were more or less stained with blood, so Du Mo did not need to feel pity for them.
Since that was the case, then he would kill him. He would follow Du Mo's nature and be a terrifying god of death in this life!
Looking at the hundreds of people charging at him, Du Mo picked up a machete from the ground, took off a white tablecloth, and tied it firmly to his hand.
"Kill them!"
Du Mo roared in his heart and rushed out with his machete.
dang dang dang
With the sound of metal clashing, Du Mo became a god of death. His machete flashed coldly in the crowd. With every slash, someone would fall to the ground. The red field was filled with internal organs, and it was a tragic sight.
Du Mo's black suit had already been dyed reddish-brown, but Du Mo did not even frown. He stepped on the corpses and charged forward.
"Too, too terrifying!"
Huddled against the wall, Zhao Hu covered his palm as he looked at the scene in front of him. He didn't know if it was pain or fear, but his lips were trembling.
At this moment, Zhao Hu realized that he had indeed provoked an existence that he could not afford to offend.
However, the massacre continued. Du Mo, one man and one saber, had completely killed these hundreds of underlings. The ground was covered in blood and minced meat.
"Spear, spear!"
Zhao Hu turned his head and shouted at a man beside him who was stunned.
"Oh oh, gun, gun"
The man spoke incoherently. He was so frightened by Du Mo that he lost the ability to think. It was only after Zhao Hu reminded him that he remembered that he had a gun.
The man's hands trembled as he took out a gun from his waist and slowly pointed it at Du Mo.
Du Mo threw down the machete in his hand that was full of blunt edges. His body rushed out and instantly arrived in front of the man. He grabbed the latter's neck with one hand and lifted him up like a chick, rendering him unable to move.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for following the wrong person.”
Du Mo stared into her eyes without any emotion.
Kacha!
With a crisp sound, Du Mo's fingers exerted a little force. The man's legs kicked and his eyes rolled, and he lost his breath. His body fell limply from Du Mo's hands and fell to the ground.
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