The all-round assistant of the beautiful president

Twenty minutes ago, Chen Zhongren, the number one fighter of the Flying Tiger Gang, brought fifty brothers he personally trained to arrive at Changhan Street in five small cars and three luxury vans. It is a commercial comprehensive pedestrian street, plus a hotel and a bar street. Here, you can see all the banking offices of the world-renowned Huaxia Bank, which also shows the prosperity and prosperity of this area.

This place is open until 11:30 in the evening. When Chen Zhongren led the team to the clubhouse of the Qinglong Gang here, the situation encountered was the same as that of Chen Guang just now, except that the people here were the source of wealth for the Qinglong Gang. Therefore, with nearly a hundred people guarding the surrounding area, the number of people is equivalent to twice that of the Flying Tiger Gang.

Because of Chen Zhongren's reputation, when everyone saw Chen Zhongren bringing the elite of the Flying Tiger Gang over, they immediately cheered up. They didn't understand the news that Chen Zhongren said that Yu Qinglong and the three guardians had all died. believe.

And Chen Zhongren didn't bother to explain any more. With an order, his brothers threw out all the steel pipes and rushed towards each other with a roar. Chen Zhongren's team was not all machetes like Chen Guang, they were all steel pipes.

Chen Zhongren is a pair of four. Although he has a slight advantage, he can't bring down all the opponents for a while, because the opponent has also been on the battlefield, and the weapons of the four of them are three-edged army thorns, which are specially used for bloodletting Yes, so the opponent clearly has the upper hand in terms of weapons.

Moreover, two of them were also special forces, and they were part of a team, and the cooperation was tacit and orderly. Chen Zhongren couldn't rush to win for a while, so he had to wait patiently to find opportunities.

"Dangdangdangdang—" There was a sound of metal colliding, and the steel pipe in Chen Zhongren's hand collided with the opponent's military thorn quickly. Weight, lost on danger and danger.

The two sides come and go, every move is extremely thrilling, but neither side has taken advantage of it, because the other party's cooperation is relatively strong, and Chen Zhongren's reputation makes them pay more attention to Chen Zhongren, and Chen Zhongren's strength is indeed true. Not to be underestimated.

"Dangdangdangdang——" more sounds of metal colliding sounded, the brothers of the Feihu Gang had already fought with the brothers of the Qinglong Gang, and the clubhouse had long been smashed to pieces. The Qinglong Gang basically fought two-on-one. launched an attack on the Flying Tiger Gang.

Although the Qinglong Gang has a large number of guards here, and their strength is relatively strong, but under the impact of the elite team led by Chen Zhongren, the disadvantages gradually became more and more obvious. Helped more people than Feihu.

After all, elites are elites. After 10 minutes in a one-on-two situation, the numbers of the two sides are almost equal. The morale of the Flying Tiger Gang is higher, while the morale of the Qinglong Gang is getting lower and lower, and they keep retreating.

"Ah—" The weakest person who was facing Chen Zhongren was hit on the wrist by Chen Zhongren, and the three edged army stabbed him out, and he cried out involuntarily.

"Ah——" a brother of the Qinglong gang screamed even louder. He was concentrating on dealing with the enemy in front of him, but he was stabbed in the buttocks by the military thorns flying over from the oblique cut for no reason, and even injured his bones. It's hard to guard against backstabbing, especially the backstabbing of one's own people!

"Ah—" he screamed even louder, because when he was hurt and hurt, he forgot that there was another elite of the Flying Tiger Gang who was fighting with him, and the other party took advantage of his injury. At the moment, without the demeanor of a hero at all, a stick hit his steel pipe, and his steel pipe hit him heavily in the face.

Stars shot out in front of his eyes, and he swayed. He never expected that the second blow from Feihu Gang, who was not a hero at all, hit him on the head at a faster speed, and now he fell straight down. On the ground, withdrew from the fight.

More people fell on the ground, and there was basically nothing complete and decent in the clubhouse. Outside the clubhouse, more people fell down at the door. In this quiet commercial street with no pedestrians, only countless bustling lights tell the story. The fighting here is fierce.

"Ah——" The leader of the Qinglong Gang, who was shot flying by Chen Zhongren just now, felt a huge pain in his chest. His ribs had been hit by Chen Zhongren's steel pipe, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Dangdangdangdang——" Chen Zhongren's steel pipe turned his head around and touched the other three triangular army thorns that had been handed to his back. The nearest of the three triangular army thorns was only one point away from his back. It was a risky move, but it succeeded, and the pressure was reduced a lot.

"Kill—" the three leaders of the Qinglong Gang shouted at the same time, and the three-edged army thorn in their hands had already stabbed at Chen Zhongren at a faster speed. If the edge army is stabbed, it will continue to lose blood, which will reduce its combat effectiveness by more than [-]%.

"Dang, clang, clang——" Chen Zhongren waved the solid steel pipe vigorously, and collided with the three-edged army thorn again, but after this collision, the three-edged army thorn was not swung away, but moved in different directions in unexpected ways. The angle quickly pierced Chen Zhongren's body.

Chen Zhongren couldn't help but took half a step back, a cold sweat broke out in his heart, Xiao Sheng's complacency just now was wiped out, and the opponent's coordination and changing moves were so ingenious, it made him concentrate on dealing with the three people in front of him.

The three of them failed to succeed in one move, and once again attacked Chen Zhongren falsely in the shape of a character. In addition, they cooperated seamlessly, making Chen Zhongren no less stressed than before.

Thirty more moves passed, and among the number of people on both sides who were still fighting, the number of Flying Tigers who were still standing and attacking clearly exceeded the number of Qinglong Gang who were still standing and fighting, because some were already members of two Flying Tigers. Someone dealt with a member of the Qinglong Gang, and within five moves, the member of the Qinglong Gang fell.

The two members of the Flying Tiger Gang joined the nearby Flying Tiger Gang brothers to fight each other, and soon the four joined the other four groups to fight. Soon, there were only ten remaining members of the Qinglong Gang fighting. Someone came, and these people had shrunk to a place against the wall behind their three leaders.

"Ah——" the weakest person among the three who faced Chen Zhongren was distracted, and Chen Zhongren took advantage of it. He hit his shoulder with a stick and took three steps back.

"Ah—" he yelled even louder, because Chen Zhongren's younger brother hit him hard with a stick.

"The Flying Tiger Gang bullys the weak tonight, and grabs the territory of the Qinglong Gang without declaring war. It doesn't seem to conform to the rules of this road!" Two tall and strong men at the door led a large group of Feihu Gang and the Feihu Gang. Brothers from the Qinglong Gang, who were all dressed differently, stood at the door of the clubhouse.