The little boy was determined to hit the driver but not, and he slashed his face with one knife. The other party was furious and staggered back two steps.

Next to him, the two followers reached out to pull out their guns.

"Puchi, puchi!"

The little boy was quick and fierce. Relying on his suddenness in entering the house, he got into the middle of the four people, slashed hard for several times, and then broke up the opponent on the spot.

"Fuck your mother, don't move!" The reason why the little boy dared to take action was because he just saw that everyone was centered on Luo Jiahong, and the fool knew that his identity must be very important. The little boy could not punish Gu Xiao, so he could only choose the boss to take action, whether it was dead or alive. So he cut off everyone and rushed towards Luo Jiahong immediately.

"brush!"

Luo Jiahong reacted very quickly and bent down and directly avoided the little boy.

The little boy was a little silenced. Luo Jiahong's reaction was not expected that the boss who gave advice was not a waste, and he didn't panic when he saw the knife.

The little boy didn't know that after Luo Jiahong was almost killed by Oze a few years ago, he became much more cautious when he came back and ran to the gym when he had nothing to do. Although he knew that he would be better than normal people when he practiced, sometimes when people were afraid, they needed to find a spiritual pillar. But he didn't expect that the things he practiced were still used today.

After Luo Jiahong avoided the knife, he turned around and ran back. At the same time, the follower on the left had already taken out a gun from his waist. Seeing that something was wrong, the little boy stepped sideways and hid.

"Kang!"

When the gunshot was heard, a large pool of blood was instantly splashed on the white wall. The little boy's left rib was bright red and he stepped forward.

"Fuck your mother!"

"Puchi, puchi!"

The sharp kitchen knife only slashed hard at the wrist of the follower holding the gun. After several consecutive stabs, the follower's fingers fell three times, and the back of his hand was almost rotten, and the gun fell to the ground.

"Gu Xiao, Yuan Feng!" Luo Jiahong ran hard into the depths of the corridor, and shouted loudly.

No matter the other follower behind him, the little boy had no time to bend over to pick up the gun and chase after him with a knife.

"Puff!"

The kitchen knife fell, and Luo Jiahong's back was fragile. He felt that he could not escape the little boy, so he suddenly turned around, grabbed the little boy's right wrist and pressed it down hard.

"brush!"

The little boy showed a bone-like knife like a cone in his left hand, tilted his eyes, lowered his head and waved his arms.

"Puff!"

After one knife, Luo Jiahong felt his stomach be relieved and his body slid down. The little boy put his left hand around his neck, poked his Adam's apple with a bone-clearing knife and shouted: "Fuck your mother, I'll kill him if I touch him again."

"Kang!"

The tense follower stood at the door and shot him.

The bullet shot on the wall and broke several pieces of cement. The little boy felt his eyes blurred, and a piece of cement collapsed on his scalp with a whoosh, and blood flowed down his temples on both sides.

"Puff!"

The little boy bent down, hid behind Luo Jiahong, raised his kitchen knife with his right hand, and slashed at his thigh.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

After two consecutive blows, Luo Jiahong knelt on one knee and his thighs were scattered, which was a terrible sight.

"Fuck your mother! If you change your life, can you change it?!" The little kid shouted hysterically at the door.

The follower hesitated with a gun.

The little boy poked Luo Jiahong's neck with the tip of his left hand, leaned against the wall and shouted, "Don't you have that courage? Okay, don't have that courage, throw the gun away and kneel down. Let's talk."

The follower looked at Luo Jiahong, his arms holding the gun trembled, and hesitated in his heart.

"Fuck your mother, kneel down!" The little boy stared at his eyes, pushed Luo Jiahong forward, raised his kitchen knife and shouted, "Don't you give your elder brother this face, ah?!"

The three of them hesitated for a moment, threw away the gun, gritted their teeth and knelt on the edge of the wall.

At the entrance of the corridor, Gu Xiao, Yuanfeng, and seven or eight men were already running out with guns.

"I want people." The little boy's face was covered in blood, standing in the center of the two gangs, his back tightly against the wall. His hand holding the knife was already in a state of blood because he tried too hard, and his skin was so white: "Gunner, there are meat tickets."

Gu Xiao stood in the direction of the warehouse hall, with his right hand on his legs without saying a word.

"Little buff, have you gone to the wrong door?" Yuanfeng stepped forward with a gun: "Let the person go!"

"Brother, have you found the wrong person?" Luo Jiahong said without any movement: "We don't know you, right?"

The little boy pierced Luo Jiahong's neck with the tip of his knife: "I want people! The gunman and the meat tickets, can you understand?!"

"Little buff, do you think you can still go out?" Yuanfeng stepped forward: "Who are you scaring with a broken knife?"

The little boy turned his head and looked at Yuan Feng: "Fuck your mother, when I was sending Xiaofu on the way, have you ever touched us? Have you ever broken it? I chopped down four of you with a knife, and you even pretended to be your mother! Give me a gun, I gave you no chance to talk. Do you believe it?"

Yuanfeng held the gun and looked at the little boy, but couldn't figure out his way.

"Let me go!" The little boy poked Luo Jiahong tightly: "Now, immediately!!"

Yuanfeng didn't move.

"I fucking thought you were the eldest brother. It turned out to be a basket. They didn't care about you at all?" The little boy held the kitchen knife and raised his arm to chop Luo Jiahong's ears.

"Don't move!" Yuanfeng shouted immediately: "Let's let's release people."

"Hurry up!" The little boy hid behind Luo Jiahong, pointed his kitchen knife at Gu Xiao and shouted: "You threw the gun."

After being stunned, Gu Xiao lowered his head and took out the gun from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

The little boy is silent.

After more than ten seconds.

Xiaofu and Xiaolei were brought out.

"Little boy?" Xiao Lei, who was injured, limped to the entrance of the corridor and shouted in a daze.

"Brother Lei, pick up the gun and take him away." The little boy shouted without looking up.

After being stunned, Xiaolei lowered his head and picked up Gu Xiao's gun, checked it, pulled Xiaofu and shouted: "The person at the doorstep back!"

The followers had no choice but to abandon the gun and exit the main entrance.

Xiaolei pulled Zhang Xiaofu's neck collar, rushed to the door with a staggering pace, turned his head and shouted to the little boy, "Let's go!"

The little boy stared at Gu Xiao with his eyes: "You go out first, and I'll do something later."

Gu Xiao looked at the little boy's gaze with a little confused expression.

Xiaolei didn't know what he was going to do, but he thought he had other plans, so he didn't delay the time and stepped out of the warehouse.

The little boy retreated to the main gate and shouted loudly at Gu Xiao: "Come on with your hands."

After hesitating for a while, Gu Xiao stepped forward alone, raised his hand to a place no more than two meters away from the little boy.

"In the woods, you killed my elder brother." The little boy said suddenly.

Gu Xiao was stunned.

"Fuck your mother, the world is in trouble." The little boy roared and raised his sword: "You stand firm and catch me."

"Puff!"

Gu Xiao blocked his arm and blocked the kitchen knife that was cutting towards his neck.

"Put down your hand!" The little boy raised his knife again.

"Puff!"

Gu Xiao did not dare to fight back because Luo Jiahong was in the hands of the little boy. He was stabbed again on the lid of his right brain, but at the same time, he took a small step without any trace on his feet.

When the little boy raised his knife and was about to cut the third time, he felt that the other party was a little far away from him, and his body unconsciously moved forward a little.

Gu Xiao's face was covered in blood, his eyes suddenly appeared, and he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his left hand with his right hand.

"Puff!"

The third knife fell, Gu Xiao's head tilted and half of his ear fell. At the same time, his hand accurately grabbed the little boy's wrist.

"Tread!"

At the same time, footsteps sounded in the yard.
Chapter completed!