Zhang Ziqiang's first strike was blocked by Guo Tao in time.
"when!"
The two blades clashed, sending sparks flying.
The immense recoil forced each of them to take a step back.
Guo Tao trembled his slightly numb hand, feeling a chill run down his spine.
It should be noted that, in terms of both knife skills and strength, the Tiger of Wan Chai is among the top in the Hong Kong underworld.
Surprisingly, Zhang Ziqiang, who appears to be a refined gentleman, is just as good in these two aspects as him.
In this first round, it seemed like a draw, but Guo Tao couldn't be happy.
Because the Chao Gang was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, if they could not defeat Zhang and Ye in the shortest time, their morale would definitely decline.
If too many casualties occur, morale will be ruined.
Just as he was pondering, Zhang Ziqiang's second strike came, slashing diagonally from the left.
This time, the blade didn't strike Guo Tao's forehead directly, but instead slashed towards his left shoulder with lightning speed...
"when!"
Guo Tao sidestepped, his right hand flashing upwards with a knife, deflecting the blow in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Ziqiang seized the initiative from the start by using his momentum to deliver two consecutive blows.
However, it would be difficult to win over Guo Tao all at once.
After all, the Tigers of Wan Chai are no ordinary people; they are ruthless individuals who have survived countless battles.
Guo Tao's right wrist was not sore and numb, and he believed that his opponent was in a similar situation.
He tightened his grip on the cold hilt of the knife, ready to strike first.
Zhang Ziqiang suddenly withdrew.
Yes, he took advantage of the gap between the second strikes to retreat three steps.
After taking three steps, he suddenly turned to the side and thrust his right-hand knife towards the back of the blond-haired man a meter away...
At this moment, the golden-haired man was frantically slashing at Ye Zhihuan, completely unaware of the danger behind him.
As soon as he felt a sharp pain in his lower back, a chilling sensation quickly followed:
Damn, I've been infected!
Then, a sharp pain surged from his left waist, and when he reached back to touch it, his hand was covered in warm blood.
"Damn it, which bastard ambushed me? That's so unsportsmanlike!"
As Jinmao thought this, his hands, which had begun to weaken, finally failed to stop Ye Zhihuan's slash.
"Puff puff puff..."
He was stabbed several more times in the chest and abdomen. His red clothes were torn and instantly soaked with the gushing blood, turning them a deep red color.
Excruciating pain and fear suddenly enveloped them.
The golden retriever swayed its broken body and then collapsed to its knees with a thud...
"Golden Retriever!"
Upon seeing this, Guo Tao's eyes widened in fury, and filled with grief and indignation, he rushed forward and swung his knife wildly at Zhang Ziqiang.
"Zhihuan, attack his left flank!"
The ruthless thief king would never give him a chance.
Zhang Ziqiang let out a low shout, and instead of retreating, he advanced, risking his life to get within a foot of Guo Tao.
"puff!"
Guo Tao's incredibly fierce slash narrowly missed Zhang Ziqiang's left shoulder.
Blood splattered, the bandit king was wounded.
However, because the two were too close, Guo Tao's unstoppable strike missed a significant angle and only managed to scratch his opponent.
Guo Tao, a seasoned veteran of many battles, hadn't even had time to sheathe his sword and strike again when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Oh no, there's danger!
His keen intuition, honed over many years, allowed him to dodge Zhang Ziqiang's stab to the abdomen.
The insidious blade tore through Guo Tao's clothes at the abdomen, leaving a half-foot-long wound.
Bright red blood gushed out.
Although the wound wasn't deep, Guo Tao was still terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.
It's not over yet!
Guo Tao, who had just staggered back two steps, felt a sharp pain in his left rib.
He turned his head in terror to look.
Suddenly, Ye Zhihuan, who had been attacking with a knife, appeared on his left side.
Ye Zhihuan's face was contorted with rage. He yanked his right hand back, and a spurt of blood gushed from Guo Tao's left rib along with the steel knife...
.................................................
The battle between the four gang leaders was exceptionally fierce.
But nobody really cared.
Because of the street brawl involving more than a thousand people, the gangsters involved had almost no chance to catch their breath or get distracted.
One moment you've just cut down an enemy, and less than a second later, your body will be struck by another knife or steel pipe.
Then, you can only grit your teeth and fight back, until you collapse from serious injury...
These chaotic street fights are most likely to provoke human ferocity.
Therefore, towards the end, the gangsters who were blinded by rage, except for a few who pretended to be dead from the beginning, were basically all injured.
Shouts of killing and screams of agony echoed in the silent night sky.
The strong smell of blood permeated the entire Lee Tung Street.
On the old buildings on both sides of the street, many curious citizens mustered up their courage and opened half a window to secretly look down.
After just a few glances, these people were almost terrified by the severed limbs and blood on the ground.
Helpless, they had no choice but to close the windows again, or hide in their homes shivering, or quickly pick up the phone to call the police...
This brutal gang fight lasted for more than 30 minutes.
With greater combat power and a larger number of members, the Dragon Gang gradually gained the upper hand on the battlefield.
The Chaozhou gang accounted for almost half of the casualties at the scene.
With the successive falls of key figures Jin Mao and Guo Tao, the morale of the Chao Gang finally collapsed.
The two ruthless bandit kings worked together seamlessly, charging left and right through the enemy ranks, invincible in their path.
Even though they were covered in bruises, the bleeding only fueled their bestial instincts.
Their subsequent attacks became even more ruthless.
The gangsters attacked by them were either disemboweled or had their arms and legs broken...
Indeed, every cut drew blood, and blood splattered all over the ground.
Seeing their leader killed, while the Dragon Gang fought with increasing ferocity, the Chao Gang, which had suffered heavy casualties, began to see deserters appearing one after another, no one knew who was in charge.
In the end, the remaining 200-plus Chao Gang survivors simply dropped their knives and clubs and scattered in all directions.
Ye Zhihuan, who was less seriously injured, led a group of gang members and chased the suspects along the street all the way to the western intersection before turning back.
At this moment, Zhang Ziqiang was surrounded by two members of the Dragon Gang, who were hurriedly bandaging his wounds.
The chaotic fighting scene was littered with wounded soldiers and corpses.
The members of the Dragon Gang, dragging their weary bodies, methodically cleaned up the battlefield.
A 30-member medical team from the Dragon Gang suddenly appeared out of nowhere from the street corner.
Carrying a first-aid kit, they skillfully treated their own wounded...
Twenty minutes later, the faint sound of sirens could be heard from the distant street corner.
Zhang Ziqiang, whose wound had been bandaged, looked up at the dim streetlights, frowned, and muttered to himself:
"The boss said the Hong Kong police would take a long time to arrive tonight, and he wasn't lying to me."
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