Chapter 103 The End of the Road

In the Huangpu Warehouse, with its back to the dock, Han Qinhu looked at the enemies that were pouring in, showing two big gold teeth and blowing out a puff of smoke:

"Capsized in the gutter."

I came back to the landlord today to return the deposit and catch up with my old brothers. Han Qinhu always wanted to strengthen the Tianlong Gang, even if Ye Tianlong didn't recognize it.

He gathered a dozen people to drink and chat.

The landlord, who has always been stingy, refunded 3,000 yuan without saying a word, and also gave each of the more than ten people in the gathering room a Chinese stick.

The sixty-year-old man smiled with a rare warmth. He lit cigarettes for more than ten people and said it was a good time to get together and relax.

After living together for many years, everyone was familiar with each other, so Zhao Feng'er and others were not prepared at all. They smiled and smoked cigarettes without realizing it. Han Qinhu, who was the last to light a cigarette, smelled something was wrong. The Chinese smoke was mixed with a hint of medicine. So he immediately threw away the cigarette and grabbed the old landlord and yelled at him.

Before Han Qinhu could ask questions, many strong men poured out from downstairs, holding either iron bars or machetes, and all of them were wearing masks.

There are not the two hundred people mentioned by Zhao Feng Er, but there are only a few hundred people.

Han Qinhu knew that he had fallen into a trap, and he immediately judged that they were probably Jiang Zihao's people. After all, this was the only group of people they had offended.

More than a dozen people made a quick decision and did not run downstairs. Instead, they took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and rushed to the roof with benches and kitchen knives.

Han Qinhu also directly lit a gas barrel and smashed it into the crowd of people, buying some time for his party and others to escape.

Han Qinhu and the others jumped from the rooftop to another building, and then from another building to a third building. After jumping five buildings in a row, they came down another staircase. In the past, they would have been able to run smoothly. I lost it, but I smoked the landlord's drugged cigarette. Even though it was just a few puffs, I lost all my strength.

They were soon overtaken, and after a fight they retreated to the Huangpu Warehouse. The warehouse had two doors. The front door was surrounded by enemies, and the back door was locked with rusty iron chains.

They can only fight in a corner.

The first floor could no longer be defended. Han Qinhu asked the remaining six people to retreat to the second floor terrace, and then guarded the only staircase.

Han Qinhu couldn't remember how much blood his hands were stained. He only knew that at least twenty people fell into his hands along the way.

At this time, more than a hundred tough men carrying knives and sticks poured into the warehouse and spread out to both sides in a well-trained manner, surrounding the terrace on the second floor that was less than thirty square meters.

Ninety-five percent of these people were dressed in black, and half were dressed in red. The former were from the Crow family, and the latter were from the Wang family.

Then, everyone focused their attention on Han Qinhu, who was guarding the only staircase. He was covered in blood, but he was as unshakable as a nail.

One smoke, one person, one knife, unstoppable.

"laugh!"

Han Qinhu blew out the cigarette butt, took out another cigarette, and lit it with a lighter. In the smoke, he looked harmless.

Among the hundreds of tough men, there was also a bald man. He was sitting on a chair, holding a bucket of ice cream, and eating it casually.

His mouth was so big that he put a big spoonful of ice cream into it and swallowed it all in an instant.

"There are eighteen people, and there are only seven of you left. Do you still need to resist?"

After eating more than half of the ice cream, the bald man looked at the stubborn Han Qinhu and the others and snorted disdainfully: "Surrender, you can keep your body intact."

Han Qinhu didn't respond, he just blew out a smoke ring with great disdain.

The bald man didn't waste any time and scooped up a piece of ice cream: "Send him on his way."

"kill!"

Upon hearing this order, the thirty-something strong man grasped his sword and stick and rushed toward Han Qinhu like a pack of hyenas.

In the smoke, Han Qinhu, who looked ordinary, had a slender iron leg on one side of his body, sweeping across thousands of troops.

The five thugs wielding iron bars bore the brunt of the attack. Their lower bodies slid forward, but their upper bodies rebounded miserably as if they had hit an invisible wall.

The iron rod flew and the five people's backs hit the ground and they fainted immediately.

Taking advantage of the victory, Han Qinhu pursued the attack, and slammed his body out again, hitting one person's chest hard. The opponent's sternum collapsed, blood spurted out, and he fell away.

"call!"

Han Qinhu blew out a puff of smoke, letting the cigarette relieve his pain and emotions.

Fighting against the odds, Zhao Feng'er and the others guarded the railing like crazy, preventing their opponents from climbing up the railing to the second floor. Once their opponents broke through, they would no longer have room to maneuver. The six of them were killed until they were ragged and covered in blood. At this moment, Someone climbed on the railing and rushed to the side towards Han Qinhu.

When Zhao Feng'er saw someone sneaking up on Han Qinhu, he roared and rushed over:

"Brother Tiger, be careful."

He knocked away an enemy who was sneaking up on him, but there was also a bloodstain on his body. A bloody gash on his back extended from his shoulder blade to his lower back, which was shocking.

With his bare hands, Han Qinhu went crazy. He raised his knife and chopped down four people, saving Zhao Feng Er from life and death. Then he threw him back to the second floor and shouted:

"Stay up there. If I die, you will die."

He grimaced because of the pain in his ears. While secretly complaining that he was useless, he also shouted to Han Qinhu: "Brother Hu, hold on, big brother will be here soon."

"Bastard thing."

Han Qinhu cursed: "If you call him here now, wouldn't you let him die?"

He has confirmed the identity of the enemy in front of him. Crow's people and Wang family's people are all desperadoes, and each of them is a master who will not rest until death.

Ye Tianlong came over, facing these more than a hundred murderers, he was afraid that he would be unable to do anything.

Zhao Feng'er was heartbroken: "Brother Hu, I'm sorry, but we only have this one card."

The police didn't come, and more than a dozen old brothers were hacked. Apart from Ye Tianlong, he didn't know who to look for, and he couldn't just watch Han Qinhu and others die.

As for Ye Tianlong, he had a confidence that even he couldn't convince himself. He always felt that there was nothing that the boy couldn't solve.

Han Qinhu fell silent, feeling slightly relieved.

It is by no means a shameful thing to find friends when you are in trouble. What is really shameful is that you have no friends to turn to when you are in trouble.

"ah--"

At this moment, an old brother who was leaning on the railing to kill was pulled off by an enemy with a rope around his neck.

Zhao Feng'er wanted to save people, but Han Qinhu pulled him back and rushed over. He would be trapped in a sea of ​​people and no one would survive.

They could only watch helplessly as their companions who stabbed them were chopped down by dozens of people, their bodies covered in blood and flesh.

Han Qinhu regretted very much why he had gathered his old brothers to chat today and let them suffer an unnecessary disaster. But now, he could only protect himself first.

"Dongzi, just wait, I will definitely avenge you!"

Han Qinhu roared ferociously, his rough face twisted in pain, and then suddenly rushed out a few meters, the sword flashed, and several screams pierced the air.

"ah--"

The weak points of the enemy's defense line collapsed as the screams reverberated. Han Qinhu used the strength gathered in anger, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, flipping his wrist flexibly, and the two machetes transformed into an airtight curtain of scenery. A distance of more than ten meters, blood and water With the rapid shooting, people kept falling down, and then they came back calmly.

A big man holding a blade roared and blocked the road, thinking that he could block Han Qinhu's blade.

Han Qinhu grinned ferociously and turned his wrist sharply, slashing the opponent with his backhand. Half of the blade sank into the big man's neck, and then he drew the knife smoothly.

"boom!"

The 180-pound strong body spun around in a circle and collapsed to the ground like a snakeskin bag. The blood spurting from his neck dyed the ground red.

"I am Han Qinhu."

Han Qinhu, like the god of war, held two swords and guarded the stairs: "Whoever blocks will die."

More than fifty tough men turned a deaf ear and swarmed over him. In the underworld of Mingjiang, Han Qinhu was nothing.

"Han Qinhu, you are a man. In this way, you will kill six of your men and surrender."

The bald man finished half the bucket of ice cream and looked at Han Qinhu and the others who were at the end of their fight and laughed sinisterly: "Recruit that kid out again and I will spare your life."

"Let us kill each other? Are you out of your mind? Even if I die myself, I will not touch a hair of my brother."

Han Qinhu puffed out a puff of smoke and sneered: "If I hadn't been drugged, I would have killed you all just for fun."

"If you don't recruit him, he will be dug out sooner or later."

The bald man smiled sinisterly: "Those who offend Mr. Jiang will only have one fate, and that is death."

"Although Mingjiang is big, there will be no place for him."

Han Qinhu raised his blood-stained machete, his two big gold teeth shining brightly: "Kill me first."

"By the way, Miss Zhu asked me to say hello to you."

The bald man sneered: "She said that you burned her fingers, so she hopes that I can take you back with ten fingers."

Han Qinhu was noncommittal: "Stop talking nonsense and come over here if you have the guts. Monk Hua, do you have the guts to fight me?"

Monk Hua, a hall leader under Crow's banner, is also a pawn of the Jiang family in the underworld of Mingjiang. He is sinister and ruthless.

"Hey, do you know me? It seems that you are also from the world, otherwise how would you know my name?"

Monk Hua looked at his crumbling opponent with unspeakable contempt and disdain: "You are just fighting with me, you are not qualified."

Han Qinhu took two puffs of his cigarette: "If you don't come over, I will."