Chapter 45: The War Begins

  Qiao Yuncai suddenly became two points calmer, pulling Song Qingguan and saying: "Qingguan, let's go! We must leave!" Today's events had nothing to do with Qiao Baozi, if he hadn't been detained for playing chess, Zhao Heng wouldn't have come to rescue him, and he wouldn't have been blocked by the Qingbang people. However, he knew that staying behind would be a burden.

  Leaving here is helping Zhao Heng.

  "Good!"

  The woman in black also nodded with relish, nodding her head to agree with Zhao Heng: "I'll take them away!" Then she looked at Fei Hu and Du Yan Biao with a sharp gaze: "Tonight, the first floor won't interfere with your business, but these two must follow us out. If you want to kill them together, then wipe out all of us."

  Fei Hu's mouth twitched uncontrollably, although he was reluctant to let anyone off the hook when he had the upper hand, including Qiao Pangzi and Song Qingguan. However, the black-clad woman's attitude made him weigh his options, and at this moment, it wasn't worth making a scene with Ye Shifu, after all, she was a notorious femme fatale in Huahai.

  Provoking Ye Shifu, Zhang Ye can't help but sacrifice himself.

  Moreover, it also involves the Song family's property issue, so Song Qingyuan cannot die for the time being. He raised his long knife and shouted: "Alright, I'll give Miss Yan and Miss Ye face tonight, I'll let them go temporarily. Miss Yan, please leave this bar quickly with your friends, don't interfere with our business, otherwise, knives have no emotions."

  The woman in black glanced at him coldly, then waved her hand to let Qiao and the others leave. At the same time, she took out her phone to report the situation to Ye Shifu. Before they had even reached the gate, she heard a loud shout behind her, and it seemed that the fight had begun. Turning around, she saw Zhao Heng jumping onto a stage that could hold over ten people.

  A standoff between one person and a group, the air seemed to solidify. Not only did the Qing Bang members feel it as authorities, but even the black-clad woman keenly sensed the intangible oppressive feeling. Zhao Heng's towering figure brought them not only a thrilling and robust beauty, but also a hint of shock that spread deep within their hearts.

  The hand holding the phone was slightly sticky, and Ye Shifu's soft voice came from beside his ear:

  "If he can walk out of the bar, he is our friend."

  The woman in black nodded slightly and responded: "Understood!"

  "Up! Up! All up!"

  Fei Hu Ge and Du Yan Biao had already witnessed Zhao Heng's ferocity, so as they retreated, they shouted for the crowd to charge forward. Countless black-clad men surged towards Zhao Heng like a tidal wave, their knives flashing in the light, filling the air with an aura of killing intent that sent shivers down people's spines. The five knife-wielding guards remained vigilant and stood guard beside Fei Hu Ge.

  "Your time is up, kid!"

  A Qingbang member who jumped onto the stage, wielding his agile hands, coldly snorted and kicked Zhao Heng. He had never personally witnessed Zhao Heng's prowess, so he was skeptical of the young man's abilities, wondering if Flying Tiger and the others were exaggerating their enemy to cover up their own incompetence.

  Facing the enemy's kick, Zhao Heng let out a cold laugh, lifted his left foot and stretched it out. The two legs collided in mid-air with a loud cracking sound, followed by a blood-curdling scream. The first one flew backward like a kite, fell to the ground clutching his calf and wailing nonstop. His bone had been shattered, and fresh blood was flowing out.

  Right after that, Zhao Heng suddenly jumped up and kicked out twice in a row. Another person was like being hit by an oncoming train, flying far away, spitting blood and falling to the ground. Zhao Heng stood there empty-handed, with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, his white teeth gleaming with cold-blooded light: "Come again."

  "Kid, you're getting on my nerves!"

  In the midst of Fei Hu's furious rebuke, the enemies who had crawled up onto the stage from both sides charged forward, but for some reason, they only managed to slash out with their knives halfway before freezing in mid-air, as if petrified, because at that exact moment, Zhao Heng gave them a sideways glance, his eyes icy and piercing with a hint of murderous intent.

  This fierce killing intent made them dare not make any rash moves.

  Just as they were stunned, Zhao Heng punched out two punches without hesitation.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  The two men in front crashed into the crowd behind them, letting out a muffled groan that couldn't be hidden. They tried to struggle up but felt chest pain, and then the two who got up simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. The Qing Bang members were shocked, and Zhao Heng's ferocity struck their hearts hard.

  I really didn't expect this kid to have such astonishing power.

  The black-clad woman who had not yet left opened her mouth slightly: "How is that possible..."

  She was seeing Zhao Heng's skills for the first time, and had imagined this kid's overbearing nature, otherwise Fei Long wouldn't have been defeated so badly. But she hadn't expected him to be so formidable. Zhao Heng's face maintained its usual calmness, but his body had developed a kind of instinct, dealing a ruthless blow to any opponent who tried to harm him.

  Damn it!

  Even a fierce tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves! No matter how powerful you are, aren't you just one person? We have a whole group here! Flying Tiger Brother was furious, and Du Yanbing's eyes turned red with anger. Those who had lost face were staring at Zhao Heng with killing intent, thinking that if they didn't chop him up tonight, they wouldn't be able to show their faces again in the future.

  "Kill him!" roared Cyclops.

  The shock that had just risen up dissipated, and dozens of burly guys who were normally brave and fierce suddenly rushed towards Zhao Heng. The scene was like a group of happy hunting dogs chasing after deer. For young people in the underworld, fighting, especially this kind of outnumbered fight, was more exciting than New Year's celebrations.

  Although the stage is small, it can still hold over ten people.

  Facing locust-like enemies, Zhao Heng rushed forward first.

  The strong guy who was rushing to the front and running the fastest almost collided with Zhao Heng, his eyes were wide open like bronze bells, he hadn't even swung his knife yet, but found himself unable to stop his body, and crashed into Zhao Heng face-to-face, instantly rolling over and splashing, his whole body cracking.

  Zhao Heng's shoulder struck him with a loud thud, and the strong man instantly flew backwards, crashing off the stage and leaving a trail of four or five meters. Zhao Heng's face wore a mocking smile, his eyes icy cold. His hand lifted up in reverse, and he caught hold of someone who had kicked at him with their left foot. He slammed it against his own knee with great force, producing a dull thud.

  Then he pushed the body that had already lost its combat effectiveness into the crowd following closely behind, and in an instant, several people were knocked down and fell rolling; two sharp chopping knives took advantage of the situation to attack Zhao Heng's back, Zhao Heng didn't even look at them, his body instinctively turned around, and his fists collided hard with a loud crash.

  Bang!

  Two people backed away with their dislocated wrists covered, tears of pain streaming down their faces.

  Blinking, a dozen or so people were defeated. The black-clad woman who was about to leave stopped in her tracks, stunned because she hadn't seen how he had made his move. She had followed Miss Ye to the boxing arena to watch a black boxing match and had personally experienced the bloody taste on the black boxing stage, witnessing the cruel techniques of masters and fierce men killing each other like beasts.

  It seems like two different worlds when compared with the person in front of me.

  "Not warmed up yet, continue!"

  Zhao Heng stood on the stage carpet, proudly beckoning to the Qing Bang members with a flourish of his hand, exuding an air of arrogance. The Qing Bang, for the sake of their so-called "face", had no choice but to clash with Zhao Heng once again. Dozens of people charged forward, swinging their machetes, and at this moment, they only wanted to use their sheer numerical advantage to take down Zhao Heng.

  Bang!

  In the black-clad woman's uncontrollable shock, Zhao Heng kicked one person flying out seven or eight meters, and then came another aerial kick. The two of them fell off the stage like pumpkins. Afterwards, Zhao Heng rushed into the crowd, waving his hand to chop, a line of flashing hand knives was like a tornado howling, wreaking havoc on nearby enemies.

  Cries of despair and panic quickly became the main melody of the bar, the scene was as chaotic as it could get, no one had expected that what they thought was a lamb would suddenly turn into a fierce tiger, revealing its bloody fangs, in less than five minutes, dozens of people were lying around the stage.

  "Not one of them is worth fighting!"

  With a sarcastic face, Zhao Heng didn't stop there. He shifted his body and charged into the Qing Bang gang, immediately knocking down the four people in front of him. Like a cannonball, he knocked over more than ten people behind them. Then, Zhao Heng suddenly had a chopping knife in his hand. With swift and deadly movements, blood splattered everywhere as he chopped down all the gang members who rushed up to attack him.

  The light pulled his body into a beautiful arc.

  The woman in black had a slightly dazed expression, with a hint of complexity in her eyes.

  The knife was stretched out in front, holding up four knives that were chopped at the same time. Zhao Heng followed with a spinning kick.

  Four people crashed and fell off the stage!

  Magnificent!

  With his long sword in hand, Zhao Heng let out a cold cry: "Battle!"