"Do you know why people call me the Tiger of Wan Chai? It's not because of my tattoos, but because I'm fierce and ruthless!"

After saying that, Guo Tao moved his neck from side to side, making a slight "crack" sound.

The thugs behind him were all on edge.

Because they all knew that whenever the Tiger of Wan Chai moved his neck, it meant he was about to strike.

"Zhihuan, you go and take care of Jinmao. I'll handle Guo Tao," Zhang Ziqiang ordered in a deep voice, having already sensed the situation.

"no problem!"

Ye Zhihuan casually agreed, sticking out his tongue to lick his thick lips.

The next second, without warning, Zhang Ziqiang raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted:

"kill!"

His body, which usually seemed quite ordinary, suddenly seemed to be injected with an incredibly strong force, and he rushed out like a gust of wind.

A figure moved swiftly, and a blade flashed coldly.

As soon as Zhang Ziqiang moved, Ye Zhihuan moved as well.

Two men, two knives, and in the blink of an eye, they covered more than 10 meters and charged into the enemy ranks...

"kill!"

The thousand members of the Dragon Gang, who were prepared, shouted in unison and charged forward with their knives raised.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

The slightly slower-reacting Chao Gang, led by Guo Tao and Jin Mao, also surged forward like a tide.

Soon, the two surging crowds collided, creating a chaotic and noisy scene:

The sounds of knives and clubs clashing, iron pipes hitting human bodies, blades piercing flesh, screams of pain and agony...

One after another, they rose and fell in an instant.

Knives and clubs flashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The chilling battle cries shattered the night on Lee Tung Street...