Napoleon, a famous ghost leader in the West, once said: A gangster who doesn't want to be the boss is not a good gangster.

Zhang Jicong is indeed very coveted for Fatty Li's territory.

If he had the support of Matilda and Zhang Guanli, the two bosses, he really wanted to give it a try.

"good--!"

Zhang Jicong had just finished speaking.

Li Er raised his foot and picked up the machete that Han Bin had dropped on the ground.

"Kick him to death!"

All of Han Bin's men rushed towards Li Er, who was standing alone with their swords.

Li Er curled his lips. A cramped space like an alley was simply not suitable for group fighting. No matter how many people there were, it would be useless, let alone a group of unorganized gangsters.

Li Er kept raising and lowering his knife, as if he was chopping vegetables.

A minute later, Li Er handed Zhang Jicong a machete with a slightly curled blade.

Zhang Jicong's face turned pale, but he understood what Boss Zhang Guanli meant.

He quickly took the machete with both hands and walked towards Han Bin who was lying on the ground.
Chapter completed!