Gong Yu swung an ordinary iron rod with the grace of playing golf.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The rhythmic sound of playing table tennis echoed in the abandoned factory building for a long time.
In the firelight, the shadows of a group of people were stretched very long and cast on the wall.
An agile black shadow kept waving the iron rod in his hand and hitting different black shadows, and each hit accurately hit the black shadow's head.
Sometimes it hits the left ear hard, sometimes it hits the right ear brutally.
The tragic screams echoed in people's ears, like the cries for mercy from the eighteen levels of hell, which made people feel terrified.
Dark red blood plasma dripped onto the ground and sprayed onto the bed, painting a tragic picture of the world.
Even the thugs who were used to seeing bloody beatings couldn't bear to watch this one-sided massacre.
That's right, it was a massacre.
For Gong Yu, cutting these people was as easy as cutting tofu, without any effort.
Everyone thought that Gong Yu fought very easily, but only Gong Yu knew how difficult it was for him.
She already had internal injuries, and even a little running would cause her internal organs to ache, let alone a fierce fight.
At this moment, the pain that she had finally calmed down came back again, causing her to break out in cold sweats.
The internal injuries that had just been healed by Mu Nian worsened again.
Her internal organs seemed to be displaced, constantly contracting and colliding, as if they wanted to have a big party inside her body, making it a mess.
Under the smooth skin, blood vessels hidden in the flesh are constantly expanding and have already begun to ooze blood.
Gong Yu could already foresee that if she didn't stop to rest, her blood vessels would definitely burst from the boiling blood.
By then, even if there is no way to save her, she will not be able to recover.
Gong Yu knew she had to stop immediately, but she couldn't stop.
When the enemy is strong and we are weak, we must use tough measures to suppress the opponent and make the opponent fear us from the bottom of his heart, so that there is a slight possibility of victory.
For Mo Yun and Zuo Yunfeng, she had to fight for her life.
"Bang!"
Gong Yu finally swung the iron bar in his hand, knocking down all the thugs who rushed up to the ground, and then quickly pressed the iron bar to the ground.
Her palms were still tightly gripping the iron rod, and in the eyes of others, it seemed as if she was ready to fight again at any time.
But at this time, Gong Yu tried his best to control his breathing, making himself look like an ordinary person, but he put the center of gravity of his body on the iron rod, relying on the iron rod to stabilize his body and not fall to the ground.
The rest of the people stared in amazement at their companions lying on the ground. Some were still wailing, some were unconscious on the ground, and some were completely dead, deader than dead.
Who would have thought that such a tragic scene was created by a 15-year-old female student in the third grade of junior high school?
They looked at the indifferent girl in front of them with fear. No matter how beautiful she was, she could not arouse any desire in them.
Suddenly, Gong Yu curled his lips into a smile, and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, as if he was tasting a delicacy.
But the blood drop had just entered his mouth when Gong Yu spat it out fiercely.
"Pah! It stinks."
She frowned in disgust, and her evil eyes swept over everyone present, as if she was guessing whose blood would be more fragrant and delicious.
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