These hooligans specialize in fighting. They have learned martial arts since childhood, and have been fighting on the street for many years, fighting and killing, and have developed a set of their own practical things.

There are two types of people who can fight more than ordinary people: one is a hooligan who often fights and dares to fight; the other is a person who has learned martial arts and can fight. When the two meet, the latter is better.

Is that a hooligan who dares to fight and knows how to fight is amazing?

It's really not.

At the level of killing on the street: soft people are afraid of hard people, hard people are afraid of being arrogant, and hard people are afraid of being desperate.

However, this level is too low and does not end up with life. It is more necessary to obey the rules of the underworld itself.

With these rules, if you do something to the point of your action, you will have a framework. If you fight, you will be killed at most.

Don’t live to death just a way to put yourself to death and then live. The degree of specialization is far lower than that of (partial) military, police and killers whose main business is to kill people.

The training of these military, police and killers is just the opposite, putting others to death before they are alive.

During a certain period, Wang Hong stood on the street and saw everyone, he had to find a way to kill him immediately, and even ran to other people's martial arts halls. When others practiced martial arts, he silently used his eyes and his brain to study these things.

When he is safe, what tactics to use and how to quickly kill his opponent has long become his instinct.

The level of this food chain is inherently determined by innately unfairness.

Just like a hyena against a lion, a few hyenas can kill a female lion. This is a common punch to kill the teacher. But under normal circumstances, even if the hyena is put to death and then reborn, it will not escape the top of the food chain - the sharp claws of the male lion.

A lion is born to kill a hyena.

These people threw away their clothes with a ghost-headed machete, raised their swords and rushed towards Wang Hong.

The armies were used to fight against each other, which was also allowed in the past military formation, in order to be momentum and shock.

But Wang Hong didn't feel any momentum or shock. He stood still and waited until these people rushed to a few steps away, without any rushing forward to fight.

Instead, I glanced at the skills of these people, but found that they were all those who insisted on practicing martial arts. Although they were not very good at practicing things, they had the aura of being a person who lived in their eyes.

Any one should be someone who has to bear the responsibility.

Wang Hong immediately became murderous. Those who practice martial arts are most afraid of being unrighteous, and these people are definitely the ones with the most sins among the hooligans. If they are not eliminated at this time, when will they be even more?

The Zhao family had already entered the train station. Zhao Jingzhi had a small pistol on her body, so he was not afraid of revealing his whereabouts.

The leading thug was still a few steps away from Wang Hong, and he slashed down with a knife in the air.

Wang Hong's mind had already locked the positions of the people who rushed over.

When the thug who was leading the leader jumped into the air, he activated his body, stepped back and walked to the gantry slanted.

In order to deal with the move that Li Pi Huashan can only scare the laymen, he would have snatched it and learn about his life if he didn't consider the positions of the few people behind him.

There are three gates of the sword, the dragon left, the tiger right, and the snake in the center. Taking the left and moving forward is nothing more than a need for positioning.

Wang Hong stood in this position, and his bayonet broke his body like a dragon, slashing at the wrist of the thug.

The thug was in the air. Seeing Wang Hong moving to his right, he twisted his wrist and was about to chop Wang Hong, but he saw the bayonet slashing towards his wrist and immediately recycled his hand.

But he was in the air and his body was falling toward Wang Hong's side. He saw that the direction of Wang Hong's saber did not change. After adjusting for a moment, he stabbed into his body with his falling momentum.

He twisted the knife in and turned out again.

In ancient swordsmanship, there are two styles.

Twist the tie and call it cone.

Draw the sword and drag it out, and it is called a stroke.

The force penetrates the tip of the sword, and after the cone passes, there is no living mouth.

The thug followed the man behind him, but he couldn't help at all. Wang Hong walked diagonally to the left, and he was blocked from his sight.

This is the role of positioning: let yourself concentrate on dealing with the opponent in front of you in the most comfortable position.

The second killer stopped suddenly and saw the thug rushing in front of him, and landing like wood, plunging head to the ground.

At this time, he saw Wang Hong again.

In his eyes, Wang Hong had a well-proportioned body, a little immature and a little like the students in Fengtian's schools.

However, those eyes made him subconsciously stunned.

The moment Wang Hong's eyes swept over him, he felt his whole body cool, from the inside out, from the top to the bottom, from what he thought and to do, even the thoughts that flashed by, there was nowhere to hide.

He felt that he was a little sheep targeted by a wolf, and all he could do was wait for death.

He had this experience. When he met with the senior boss "Gai Sanjiang" among Fengtian gangsters, he was swept away by this look and knelt on the ground in convincingly.

He felt scared.

Wang Hong took two steps forward, and frightened the thug who was running in the third position facing him and squatted in place. He stood stance and held the knife tightly with both hands.

Who would have thought that Wang Hong's front foot turned into a back foot, sliding from the thug who was lying on the ground to the side of the thug who had just been in a daze and had not figured out what to do.

Seeing Wang Hong rushing towards him again, the killer stood up all over his body and stood his machete in front of him with guilt.

Wang Hong suddenly accelerated. Before he could react, the bayonet slashed on his hand with the knife. Before the machete could land, the bayonet stabbed in from the chest.

The remaining three hooligans immediately began to retreat and pick up the group without waiting for Wang Hong to pull out the bayonet.

These people are not even a third-rate martial arts, but they do it a lot.

Knowing that as soon as he ran away, his back would be lit out, let alone in Fengtian City in the future, he would be ready to join forces to kill Wang Hong.

The thug who was stabbed in the chest then saw that Wang Hong's face was very familiar and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

He collapsed on the ground, endured the severe pain in his chest, and searched hard in his mind, wanting to know who this person was.

The blood in the chest was like a child urinating, and it sprayed out with debris from certain organs.

Soon, he fell to the ground powerlessly.

On the ground, he saw Wang Hong swaying left and dodging right, and cut off his brother's arm. Then, another flash of man appeared, and the bayonet stabbed into another person's throat.

Seeing this, Wang Hong turned to another direction and came out of his sight.

He was about to move his head and turn it around when he suddenly thought that this person was Wang Hong, the pair of mandarin duck giant bandits on the Japanese wanted order.

Endless regret suddenly surged up. What did this master who killed the Japanese do?

Without allowing him to think about it any more, his eyes went dark and he let out his last breath.
Chapter completed!