Leading the charge at Qiangsheng Group was Lao Mo, who was at the very front.
The fish-killing knife cleanly and swiftly pierced the man's heart. Bathed in blood, Old Mo was not afraid; instead, he laughed arrogantly.
Old Mo reversed the fish-killing knife in his hand and swept it towards Yang Hao on the side. This strike was powerful and heavy. If Yang Hao could dodge it, that would be fine.
However, if you are hit by it, you may be disabled at best, or die at worst.
Old Mo's superpower is very strange. When he is in the dark, the functions of all parts of his body will be enhanced by two times. He is simply a born assassin.
However, it will become ineffective during the day, but it is sufficient for dealing with this type of battle.
A look of utter terror flashed across Yang Hao's eyes. He never imagined that, besides Gao Qiqiang, there was someone else in the Qiangsheng Group who was so ruthless.
Without hesitation, he took the machete and held it horizontally in front of his chest. An inch longer, an inch stronger; Yang Hao's machete was naturally longer than his fish-killing knife.
Then, he swung the machete in a wide arc, turned around, and the fish-killing knife was deflected. As a strength-type ability user, Yang Hao stomped his foot on the ground.
Using the momentum, he leaped two or three meters high, raised the machete above his head, poured all his strength into his arm, and chopped it down hard at his forehead.
Having been a gang leader for so many years, Yang Hao couldn't have gotten by without some real skills; his signature move was his fearlessness.
When he was young, he would fight to the death, even if it meant trading injuries for injuries, to make his opponents submit.
However, the devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall. Old Mo is even more cunning. As the assassin who has been hiding behind the powerful group for so many years, his true skill is never the knife in his hand!
Looking at Yang Hao so close at hand, Lao Mo revealed a cruel smile: "Brother Hao, it's time for you to leave the stage."
After saying that, he quickly drew his gun from his waist and pulled the trigger.
Bang~ Bang~
The jet-black pistol fired several shots in quick succession.
This series of movements was fluid and graceful, like those of a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years.
Even though Yang Hao managed to deflect a few bullets, the rest still mercilessly pierced his body.
"Damn, what's going on?" Old Mo suddenly exclaimed.
Despite being hit by several shots, Yang Hao not only did not slow down, but his overall size seemed to have increased.
The next moment, the blade arrived like a shadow. Old Mo couldn't dodge in time, and his pistol and two fingers were sliced off in an extremely fast manner.
Yang Hao's shirt was ripped open by his bulging muscles, revealing his scarred chest.
Without giving Lao Mo any chance to catch his breath, they used extremely brutal force to knock the relatively thin Lao Mo flying several meters away.
While still in the air, Lao Mo coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his chest visibly deflated, clearly indicating that several of his ribs were broken.
Xu Xing and his group were on the second floor of the nightclub, observing the outer lobby of Buckingham. Because its glass doors were so tall, a large visible space was left after the doors were broken.
Xu Xing pondered for a moment and said, "Yang Hao may break through to the third level in the battle. If the opponent does not restrict his methods, even if he wins, he will pay an extremely heavy price."
At that moment, on a distant high platform, Gao Qiqiang, holding a heavy sniper rifle, slammed his fist hard on the stone slab next to him, cursing under his breath.
“You insist on showing off. I told you to switch places with him and just stall him. But you insist on fighting him.”
The situation within Buckingham Palace was changing rapidly. Although the powerful group had surrounded the Qingjing Gang with an overwhelming advantage.
But in Buckingham, in such a crowded interior, the few men who originally had guns only fired a few shots before putting them away for fear of accidentally injuring others.
Yang Hao was now completely enraged. Without thinking twice, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and started firing wildly at the crowd outside. Two of his own shots even hit his teammates.
But he didn't care. After running out of bullets, Yang Hao continued to carry his broadsword and attack the dozen or so superhumans.
Despite the short duration of the fight, half of the superhumans on the Qingjing Gang's side have already died, and just like the other side, who were trying to gather information from the Discipline Inspection Commission, they specifically targeted the older members of the gang.
Of the original forty or so old gang members, it would be good if half of them remained.
Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, Yang Hao grabbed the man by the neck. His arm was covered in ice, a skill the man possessed.
Finally, with a roar, the man fell silent instantly, having received such powerful support.
Several cracking sounds seemed to come from inside his body, indicating that the chains blocking the third level had broken.
Just then, Old Mo, who had just been knocked away, staggered to his feet.
He pulled a strip of cloth from his waist and hastily wrapped it around his arm.
Concealing his presence and taking advantage of the chaos, Lao Mo charged forward again, this time no longer daring to be careless.
He glanced at the rooftop opposite, knocked down the person blocking his way, stepped on their body, and leaped up.
With his arms outstretched and incredibly precise, he locked Yang Hao's throat, who was still frantically attacking him, in a classic fighting stance: the rear naked choke.
Unfortunately, Yang Hao had already advanced to the third level, and his strength was no longer comparable to what it used to be. He struggled and tried to tear Lao Mo off his back.
At this moment, without his knowledge, a large space had been cleared around him, and there was nothing blocking his way anymore.
This created an excellent opportunity for Gao Qiqiang, who was on the opposite rooftop.
"shot!"
At this moment, Lao Mo was about to give up and shouted these words.
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