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The men who had finally caught up to him were panting heavily as they raised the machetes in their hands.
"If King Hades wants you dead, you won't live past five o'clock."
A fierce-looking man with a knife scar on his forehead had a fiendish look on his face.
He placed the machete on his shoulder and walked towards the young man, who looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, as he revealed a savage, complacent smile.
"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" Han Qinhu, don't you think you can run, huh? "
"You even dare to let go of a woman you've taken a fancy to, aren't you tired of living?"
The knife-scarred man looked at Han Qinhu with hatred. Otherwise, if this brat was too nosy and the woman his boss wanted to enjoy tonight, he wouldn't need to come running here in the middle of the night without sleep.
The knife-scarred man was actually a bit tired, but he forced himself not to show it. After all, as a little leader with more than ten subordinates, maintaining his tall and mighty image in front of his lackeys was the most important thing. Otherwise, who would be willing to follow him?
However, this kid could indeed run. Seeing the blood that dripped down the path, the knife-scarred man felt that he couldn't do it. Even Xiao Qiang had never seen someone so tenacious.
One had to know that even if his slash didn't have 100% strength, it still had 80% strength!
This brat was rather strange.
However, it was all over …
The knife-scarred man looked at the young man under him with a face full of pity. He clenched his machete tightly.
At this moment, Han Qinhu's consciousness was blurry. After all, he was a human and not a god. It was impossible for him to be fine after losing so much blood. His pale lips moved as if he wanted to say something to the knife-scarred man. However, his voice was too soft, and the knife-scarred man was not interested in hearing his last words.
Therefore, Han Qinhu shakily raised his right hand and gave the knife-scarred man a middle finger. A pair of unwilling eyes stared straight at him, a contemptuous smile hanging from the corners of his mouth.
"Go to hell!"
The knife-scarred man was furious. Han Qinhu was just an ant under his feet, where did he get the courage to provoke him?
The knife-scarred man raised his machete and was about to cut down.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind.
"What are you arguing about!"
The knife-scarred man turned his head, ready to curse at his disappointing subordinates. Suddenly, he saw three people walking towards him from not far away.
"Yo, it's quite lively."
Placing his hands on his glasses, a young man dressed in white said.
"That's right."
A tall, muscular man with a crew cut began talking while stretching his muscles and bones.
The sound of bones cracking.
A pair of eyes that faintly glowed with green light seemed like a wolf that had caught sight of its prey, full of ardour and thirst for blood.
"Qing Gang?"
The man wearing a peaked cap asked in a low voice as he glanced around.
"If you know, then hurry up and f * ck off!"
"Do you believe that I can kill you!?"
When the large men saw that someone had come to provoke them, they all began to clamor.
"When Qing Gang does things, if there are people around, they might hurt you by accident …"
The knife-scarred man did not know the origin of the three people who had suddenly appeared, but he still decided to give them a "kind" reminder to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, even though the Qing Gang did not care about these "small troubles."
Before the knife-scarred man could finish his words, he saw a figure leap high into the air and rush into the field like a tornado. The figure was like a tornado that caused the brothers under him to be thrown into disarray.
The knife-scarred man instantly felt a kind of unparalleled power firmly controlling him, his mind was blank and unable to breathe.
"Hehe, I'm looking for you."
Wolf Fang gave a silly smile. Under the incredulous gazes of the onlookers, the knife-scarred man lifted up the hand that weighed almost 200 jins and then threw him into the crowd. The knife-scarred man fell heavily onto the ground like a kite with its string cut.
"Hur hur, I'll accompany you guys to play again."
After saying that, Wolf Fang jumped into the crowd.
Wu Ming and Hong Gui smiled as they came to Han Qinhu's side. The three of them watched the performance of Wolf Fang together.
"You are?"
Han Qinhu stood up with difficulty and looked at Wu Ming and Hong Gui with a puzzled expression.
"Look first."
Hong Gui pointed at Wolf Fang on the field, signaling Han Qinhu.
Han Qinhu looked over, the Wolf Fang was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, ignoring the machetes and the numbers on the other side, without any fancy movements, just relying on a punch or a kick, he was able to turn the crowd upside down, and very quickly, there was no one around the Wolf Fang who could stand anymore.
"How boring."
Wolf Teeth clapped his hands and curled his lips, looking as if he wasn't satisfied yet.
He walked through the crowd, kicking and slapping with the backs of his knives, and no matter how much he humiliated them, they simply lay on the ground and pretended to die, groaning in pain.
"Do you want to live the life of a fugitive, or do you want to be like him and be feared?"
Wu Ming looked at Han Qinhu and said lightly.
"Now I will give you a chance!"
Han Qinhu looked at Wu Ming and Hong Gui hesitantly, finally setting his gaze on Wolf Fang.
He bent his body and approached the Wolf Fang's location.
Wolf Fang stared coldly, his green eyes not showing the slightest bit of emotion.
The few steps seemed to have used up all of Han Qinhu's remaining strength. He collapsed and picked up a shining machete that dropped on the ground.
Looking at the knife-scarred man who was in close proximity and unconscious, Han Qinhu's eyes showed a ruthless light. He gritted his teeth and slowly raised his knife.
"Hmph …"
As the sharp blade edge landed on his back, the knife-scarred man subconsciously snorted, but did not wake up.
"I want revenge!"
The cold words almost came out of Han Qinhu's mouth word by word. Then, Han Qinhu's vision went dark and he finally fainted.
The mouths of Wu Ming and the rest revealed a strange smile.
One month after the engagement ceremony ended.
Xue Yu's rumor was verified.
Lin Family had indeed returned.
Carrying a large amount of liquid capital, he quickly established a firm foothold in City J.
Lee Sichun was indeed a business prodigy, and towards the return of Lin Family, she had already anticipated and made appropriate measures.
However, Lin Family was after all, the Lin Family, and was once the Lee's Group's biggest competitor, so how could it be easy for them?
In the end, the Lin Family managed to slowly take back the market share of those who belonged to them from Lee Sichun. As for those people who Lee Sichun had mainly comforted and promised with great money, they all turned their backs on them due to the temptation of greater benefits.
Even though Chen Yang, even though Lee's Group's Emerald was welcomed by the market for its high quality, the shopping mall was still a battlefield.