Soon, with Zhou Zhipeng, Greyhound, and Ah Bao as the center, the nearby short mules had already fallen to the ground.
Zhou Zhipeng's cold gaze, powerful ability, and ruthless methods.
It scared the underlings out of their wits.
One by one, they retreated.
After all, the United Society was a small club and was located on Bolan Street.
What the lackeys usually did most was to help the ladies stand on the platform.
Occasionally, other clubs would come to clean up the scene, but that was also a small scene.
When had he ever seen a god of death like Zhou Zhipeng?
In addition, Kun Peng had recently become famous. He was even more ruthless in the boxing arena. He had cut down his underlings on the spot. If he attacked, he would die.
Who wouldn't be afraid of this?
"You're not allowed to retreat! I want the life of whoever retreats!"
Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, the salty man went crazy and snatched a knife from the short mule beside him.
He killed his underlings cleanly with a single slash.
His underlings could only bite the bullet and attack. If they attacked, they would die. If they did not attack, they would die.
He could only burn his bridges and seek the only way out.
Upstairs, the momentum had already waned.
The situation downstairs wasn't any better.
Who were Long Hair and Three Eagles? They had once followed the War God Nine-Vein Dragon. They were both bold and ruthless.
They had already noticed that a fight had started upstairs.
He was already burning with anxiety. He wanted nothing more than to immediately tear open a hole and kill his way out. He wanted to rush up to save his brother and kill Xianshi.
The fight was intense.
Hongxing's beautiful mother, who was also on Bolan Street, brought her people and watched from afar.
"This new underling of Jing Kun is used to causing trouble. What the hell is he doing? He doesn't know how to stop every day.”
Mother Jing lit a cigarette, and the fat on her chubby face trembled.
When she was young, she was also a great beauty, so everyone called her Pretty Mother.
It was a pity that she was old now and had put on weight. Her figure had changed a lot, and she was a little greasy. He called her mother because he was being polite.
"Mother Jing, Kun Peng is a member of Hongxing after all. Shouldn't we take action?”
Bo Zai, the leader beside Mother Liang, asked.
"Pu your mother, if you want to watch a show, then just watch it. You talk so much nonsense and want to go up so much, go!”
The beautiful mother slapped Bo Zai's face.
" It has been so many years since Bolan Street has been a three-legged confrontation. East Star Flower, Union Society Salty, and us. The triangle is the most stable."”
"This short mule called Kun Peng under Jing Kun is restless.”
"What do you want? If he really succeeded, what was my beautiful mother to him? Did he have to share the food with a four-year-old?”
"Do you think I don't want my face?"
Mother Jing took a deep puff of the cigarette and slowly exhaled.
Now, Hongxing's territory in Bolan Street was decided by her beautiful mother alone. She was the one in charge.
But what if Kun Peng took down the territory of the United Association in Bolan Street?
If that happened, her beautiful mother would not be able to make the final decision on Bolan Street.
According to the rules, the territory belonged to whoever conquered it.
Jing Kun was ambitious. No one knew if he was the one who instructed Kun Peng to plant the flag on Bo Lan Street.
Once their people succeeded in planting the flag, would Jing Kun be so well-behaved if he took over?
It was hard to say if he would push this person down.
Therefore, Mother Jing hoped that Kun Peng would fail.
Even though she didn't like the saltiness, she didn't like the people from Hongxing getting a share of the pie.
It was best for Bolan Street to maintain its three-legged state.
Now, Kun Peng and Xian Shi were fighting. It was already good enough that she did not add insult to injury. He still wanted her to help?
This was simply a dream.
Moreover, he didn't need money?
Now that she was watching the fight between the salty and Kun Peng, she even felt a little gloating.
At this moment, there were many police cars parked outside Bolan Street.
Probationary Inspector Fang Yiwei led a group of police officers and watched everything silently.
Wei Jinghao, a new police officer, had a righteous look on his face.
He saw that the Dwarf Scorpions were fighting like a pot of porridge, and his heart was filled with responsibility. He immediately asked,
"Sir, they're fighting so fiercely. We should go over immediately and punish them.”
Fang Yiwei had worked for many years and had seen many such scenes. He was already used to it.
He shook his head. There were at least 1,000 people in these two groups. Where should they be locked up?”
"Even if we catch them, we still have to let them go. It's only been two days.”
"Sir, we still have to poop every day when we eat, but we don't have to eat?"”
"Since we're going to die anyway, then we don't have to live anymore?”
"These short mules are so arrogant. We have such a large assault vehicle parked here, but they dare to slash us with their knives. They don't put us in their eyes at all.”
"Sir, our duty as police officers is to punish evil and eliminate evil. I can't do it if I have to watch. I'll teach them a lesson!”
Fang Yiwei looked at Wei Jinghao's single-minded appearance and was angry and amused.
It was the same when he had just graduated from the police academy, but reality was always inconsistent with theory.
"Brat, do you know what you're talking about?”
"I'm your commander, so you have to listen to my orders. Are you teaching me how to do things?”
"The people above are all short mules, and there are no ordinary citizens.”
"If they want to fight, let them fight each other. The world will be peaceful if they kill each other.”
"We just have to wait here and go up to clean up the corpses later!”
"There are dozens of such cases in Hong Kong every day.”
"Take them all away. Can you catch them all? If you catch them back, those foreigners will still ask us to let them go.”
Wei Jinghao had a sullen expression, but he did not dare to talk back.
At this moment, on the rooftop, Zhou Zhipeng was surrounded by people. Some were dead and some were injured.
Salty Shirt watched as the number of people on his side dwindled, and the underlings downstairs were also being beaten back by Long Hair and Three Eagles.
Zhou Zhipeng's eyes were filled with killing intent. He waved the machete vigorously, killing a child with each slash.
Xianshi was scared.
He wasn't like Big Mi, who could hold on even if he couldn't win.
There was still so much money in this world that had not been spent, and so many beautiful girls that he had not played with enough.
If he lost his life, everything would be over.
Salty Shirt gave Fatty Dragon a look, and the two of them sneakily started to retreat behind their underlings.
Although Zhou Zhipeng was slashing people, his eyes never left the saltiness.
This fellow was sinister and ruthless, capable of doing anything.
It was embarrassing to run away, but he didn't care about his face at all.
"Your boss is running away. Those who don't want to die, get lost!”
Zhou Zhipeng chased after them, killed two short mules, and shouted loudly.
When the people from the United Association saw this, they were speechless. Salty Shifu was really going to run away.
F * ck, what was the point of fighting?
Why would such a cowardly boss risk his life for him?
If Boss ran away, who would he ask for the settlement allowance, medicine, and soup?
Moreover, they were facing the Kun Peng, the God of Killing. Who was willing to stop them?
The crowd seemed to be ebbing as they spontaneously made way for him.
Zhou Zhipeng chased after him with vigorous steps. The number of lackeys decreased as he fought. Soon, he caught up with Xian Shi.
The machete in his hand dragged on the ground, making an ear-piercing metallic sound.
Step by step, he closed in, forcing Salty Shirt and Fat Dragon into a corner.
"Kun Peng, what are you doing? Brother Xianshi is the boss of the United Association. If you kill him, be careful that the police will send you to Stanley for retirement!”
Fat Dragon shouted loudly and threatened.
Zhou Zhipeng took a few steps forward, raised his hand, and threw out a saber. The saber flew out with a whoosh, piercing through the heart.
As he walked forward, he cursed,"Han Family's property, you f * ck, so much nonsense."”
"Salty is the useless boss of some society. I'll send you to hell to retire first.”
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