The tattooed man was tall and strong. He chased into the pork shop with anger on his face and was about to explode, but he didn't expect that someone would hit him with an axe from the side.
The man who beat him was the butcher, shirtless and wearing an apron, with the same broad mouth, nose, broad back and strong waist, with muscles and fat all over his body.
He held a bone-splitting axe in his left hand and a knife whetstone in his right hand. The flesh on his face was sucked into strips, curled together, and he looked as terrifying as the King of Hell!
Seeing his butcher shop turned into a mess, with fresh pork scattered all over the ground and covered in filth, the butcher's brows furrowed, his face wrinkled even tighter, and he swung his axe and started chopping without saying a word.
Of course, he held back, otherwise he wouldn't have just swept across with the axe. But even so, the heavy bone-splitting axe still dealt the tattooed man a severe blow. He lay on the ground for more than ten seconds before recovering. He staggered back to his feet, holding his head, and angrily cursed at the butcher, "Fuck you..."
After saying three words, he saw the other person's appearance and seemed to know him. The cursing stopped abruptly, and the anger in his eyes turned into panic. He turned around and was about to walk out.
This time it was the butcher's turn to give up. He took a big step forward and caught up with the tattooed man. He grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled him back. He pulled him close to him, threw the bone-splitting axe and the whetstone in his hands to both sides, and waved his two big hands like iron plates in turn to slap the man in the face.
The slap was delivered with such force that it was as loud as a firecracker, and the sound was so loud that everyone around them subconsciously covered their ears.
After a few slaps, the tattooed man's face swelled up like a pig's head, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and ears. He was half-conscious and half-mouthed, and fell outside the butcher shop in a daze, rolling and crawling away into the distance...
Lin Lidong lay in a pile of pork, his blood mixed with the pig's blood. Seeing the tattooed man being beaten away, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He struggled to get up and wanted to go back to Murong Jie, but before he could exert any strength, his vision went black and he fainted completely.
Murong Jie was thrown into a dilapidated hut by Lin Lidong. He also had knife wounds on his body, but the most serious one was on his shoulder. The slightest movement would cause half of his body to tremble with pain.
He lay on the ground for a long time, and only when the pain subsided a little did he struggle to sit up. He poked his head out of the window of the broken house and saw that the street had returned to calm. The thugs who could be chased had been chased out, and those who could not be chased or were injured had all retreated. Only some parts of the ground were still stained with blood.
Murong Jie breathed a sigh of relief, but his face grew increasingly worried. Although he had successfully escaped danger, the consequences of Lin Lidong leading everyone away on his own would definitely not be good.
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and prepared to rush back to the building materials factory to get reinforcements to save people. But when he turned around, he suddenly saw a figure a few meters behind him!
This is a dilapidated building that has been uninhabited for a long time. It is in disrepair and full of garbage.
In the dim light, I saw a middle-aged man leaning against the corner of the house, his face pale, his eyes closed, and a circle of undried blood under his body.
This startled Murong Jie. At first, he thought he was a slum thug, but upon closer inspection, his clothing was different from those of the slum dwellers. So he picked up a broken brick nearby and used it as a weapon, then tentatively asked, "Hey, buddy, are you Chinese?"
The man didn't react at all, remaining motionless in his squatting position. Seeing this, Murong Jie became bolder, stood up, approached, and gently pushed him. The man fell to the ground, completely unconscious.
There were two wounds on his body, one on his waist and abdomen, and one on his back.
These were knife wounds. The one on his back ran from his neck to his side, looking striking and frightening but not serious. The one on his waist and abdomen was stabbed, seemingly a minor wound, but bleeding continuously.
The main reason why he fell into coma was excessive blood loss!
Murong Jie was already at the end of his strength, and he had no idea about the origins of the person in front of him, so he decided to take care of himself first. He turned around and walked out the door, but he felt that it was inappropriate to watch the person die without helping.
After thinking it over again and again, he endured the pain in his shoulder and used his clothes to bandage the man's abdominal wound. Then he left the dangerous building and stumbled back to the building materials factory.
At the East City Building Materials Factory, the brothers were sitting in the sun chatting and joking with Qin Yuhao. After hearing about what had happened recently, Qin Yuhao began to look at them with admiration, and then asked why Lin Lidong and Murong Jie were not there.
Hao Zhengguang grinned, his face full of evilness: "Those two, I guess right now they're in the foot bath city in the west of the city, making love with a young girl. Dongzi, that old bastard, if any girl falls into his hands, it would be a disaster for eight lifetimes, hahahaha..."
As he was laughing, he turned his head and saw a blood-covered figure appear at the factory gate. He looked closely and his eyes widened: "Fuck! Is that Ajie?!"
Seeing his brothers, Murong Jie could no longer hold on and lay directly on the ground gasping for breath.
Everyone gathered around him instantly and began to carry him into the inner room. Aunt Hong went to get medical supplies, while You Tianfu asked sternly, "Ajie, what's going on? Where's Dongzi? Why hasn't he come back yet?!"
When Murong Jie mentioned Lin Lidong, his heart tightened, his nose felt sore, and he couldn't help crying out loud: "Dongzi led everyone away to save me... I'm afraid... I'm afraid he's in great danger..."
While tending to his wounds, Murong Jie recounted what had happened, tears and snot still streaming down his face. "I was hiding in that dangerous building. Dongzi and his men continued to run forward. I couldn't tell east from west or north anymore..."
After hearing this, several people immediately exploded. You Tianfu's eyes began to flash with murderous intent. After finding out the specific location of the slum, he rushed into the factory and shouted, "Stop working! Those who have sticks, take sticks. Those who have knives, take knives! Follow me!"
Suddenly, almost all of the building materials factory rushed out. You Tianfu found a machete over a foot long in the warehouse and walked ahead aggressively.
Along the way, there was a huge crowd, and the street thugs subconsciously dodged to the side. Those who didn't know thought that Chen Dong was bringing his brothers out to fight!
Before long, they arrived at the entrance to the slums. Hao Zhengguang stood in the middle of the street, looking around and shouting, "Is there anyone in charge? Give me some money!"
There were forty or fifty people in total, all holding sharp knives and with murderous eyes. The thugs in the slums also realized that it must be the people from before who came back to seek revenge. Seeing such a scene, they dared not continue to shout and all shrank into the house and hid.
Seeing that no one came out, You Tianfu also stepped forward, narrowing his eyes, his gaze as cold as a knife: "My brother was hacked by you! Count to three, hand him over, otherwise, everyone on this street, inside and outside, will be fucking killed!"
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