When in the cell, Ma Wulong told Shi Dong his story when he was free. Shi Dong also wanted to tell him the details of the process, but time did not allow it. The melee was coming to an end, and the gangsters in the west of the city had almost all escaped. The members of the Black Tiger Gang and the men in blue uniforms gathered on the side, watching Ma Wulong and Ma Weishan fighting endlessly. This kind of fight between masters is rare, and everyone was fascinated and commented from time to time. The government will come out to clear the area soon, and by then, none of the prisoners who escaped from prison will be able to escape. Shi Dong shouted: "Brother Ma, we have to go!"
Ma Wulong and Ma Weishan were still fighting, the two sharp swords slashing back and forth, the sound of "ding-dong" could be heard. The two were equally strong, and now they were fighting with all their strength. They didn't have any fixed moves in fighting, but were all accumulated from experience in battle after battle. Not fancy, but definitely effective. Ma Wulong shouted: "Wait a minute, I'm going to kill him, let the brothers go first!" With another "ding" sound, he blocked Ma Weishan's attack.
Shi Dong said, "My fellow brothers, Boss Ma and I can't leave for a while, so you should run for your lives. Be careful to hide your bodies. Don't commit crimes again. Find a small place to live in anonymity for the rest of your life!"
When everyone heard this, they said goodbye and went their separate ways. Now that Beiyuan was in chaos, it was a good time to escape.
After the prisoners escaped, the crowd continued to watch the decisive battle between Ma Wulong and Ma Weishan. The two men hacked and chopped each other with great momentum, but the crowd gradually discovered that Ma Weishan's feet were a little weak and he was a little powerless in the fight.
"He's scared." Ma Teng said, "Chengxi has been defeated, and there is no one left around. Even if he can beat Ma Wulong, he knows he can't escape our siege. In this situation, how can he still maintain his fighting power?"
Ma Teng's guess was right. Ma Weishan was secretly complaining in his heart. He thought he would win the battle, but who knew that Ma Wulong would show up halfway and bring so many crazy escaped prisoners with him. He knew that the battle was over, but he had to fight with Ma Wulong. Wouldn't this cost him his life? Once those people surrounded him, he would not be able to survive even if he had nine lives.
This distraction made it difficult for him to fight as he wished, resulting in a series of mistakes and a large opening. Ma Wulong seized the opportunity and slashed his abdomen with a knife, creating a huge gash. His flesh was torn apart, blood spurted out, and Ma Weishan fell heavily to the ground. Before he could react, a steel knife was already in front of his neck. Ma Weishan looked at Ma Wulong hatefully, his face full of dissatisfaction. Ma Wulong used the tip of his knife to pick off the sunglasses on Ma Weishan's nose.
"No!" Ma Weishan immediately covered his eyes.
But it was useless, everyone had seen it, and they all showed astonishment. Ma Weishan's eyes were one big and one small, which looked very funny. No wonder he usually wore sunglasses, it turned out to cover his own defects. Ma Wulong said bitterly: "Back then, my two brothers accidentally discovered the secret of your different-sized eyes. You brutally killed them and threw their bodies into the Blackwater River to feed the rotten fish and shrimp. We are from the same village, is it necessary to be so cruel? Ma Weishan, now I will avenge my two brothers!" After speaking, he chopped down with a knife, and Ma Weishan closed his eyes completely.
Ma Wulong exhaled, threw aside the steel knife he had picked up casually, and walked towards Shi Dong.
"Scared." Ma Wulong said, "I am Wang Hao's brother, Ma Wulong."
"I know, I know." Zhang Beichen said respectfully: "Shi Dong told us." Everyone also had a respectful expression on their faces. In the underworld, the strong have always been respected, especially when a big man like Ma Weishan was killed with his own hands, he deserved everyone's respect.
"Well, tell Wang Hao to thank him for taking care of us. Without him, we wouldn't be living so comfortably in the cell." Ma Wulong stretched out his big hand, pulled Shi Dong over, and laughed, "What a pity, we didn't have the chance to see Wang Hao for the last time. Scared, we are leaving and will never come back. We have released so many prisoners, and ten executions would not be enough. No matter how strong the background is, it's bullshit."
"Goodbye, Brother Ma." Everyone stood in a row, looking at the two men respectfully. Behind them stood hundreds of Black Tiger Gang members - except for the people brought by Meng Liang, everyone else who could stand stood up. Some were seriously injured but still managed to stand up with the help of their companions. They bowed together in tribute, thanking the two men for their kindness.
The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. The government was finally coming to end the situation. Ma Wulong waved his hands and said, "Please tell Wang Hao that Shi Dong and I will be back one day. We will have a good drink with him then!"
After saying this, the two of them went into an alley and disappeared in an instant. The rest of the Black Tiger Gang fled, hid, and tried to evacuate the injured. Everyone knew that if the government showed up at this time, they would definitely catch a lot of scapegoats, and then the melee of thousands of people would be described as a melee of hundreds of people.
The same thing happened in the south of the city. Before the police cars, military vehicles, and ambulances rumbled over, the Guangdong guys immediately disappeared without a trace. And the injured on the ground, whoever could move, got up and ran away, no one wanted to fall into the hands of the police.
In the city center, where Mr. Rong lives.
Yuan Shao stood by the window and Yu Chengfei leaned against the wall. They had solved their worries, and now it was our turn to deal with Mr. Rong.
But Mr. Rong suddenly laughed, and we were a little confused by his smile. What was so funny about an old man who was about to die? Could it be that he had some killer weapon in his hand?
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