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Chapter 63 Despair(2/2)

The famous name of this weapon, Chisonev, has been famous for a long time. Even though he is very skilled and brave, his scalp is numb.

But he was not unprepared. He quickly retreated back to the door, where there was a steel pipe that was nearly one meter stuffed into the ground. The workers who might transport the lathe fell to the ground and rolled under the lathe, just as a weapon.

He had just run to the front of the car window and bent down. Before he could reach his hand under the lathe, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air and headed straight for his head.

Chisonev was so desperate that he rolled against the ground without thinking. The sword wind flew past his forehead, and a bunch of hair floated out of his forehead, and flew around in the sword wind and landed on the ground.

How could it be so fast!

Those hooligans are still far from him, how could they run behind him so quickly!

Before he got up from the ground, another knife cut down at his position. Chisonev flew out his feet and avoided the other party. Then he felt a sharp pain in his calf, which was cut by the blade.

The whole process took only two or three seconds. When he got up from the ground, he stood up from the ground leaning against the lathe. His legs were covered with blood, and his pants were cut with a long blade cut. The blood quickly soaked his pants' legs.

At the entrance of the factory, three hooligans holding sharp blades smiled and slowly surrounded him.

These people came out of the factory gate and walked around to the gate, intending to attack him. He happened to bend down to pick up iron sticks. The gangsters took advantage of the situation and successfully injured him seriously.

Chisonev's heart tightened. He was an ordinary messenger, not the killers of the special operations team. Although he had undergone strict fighting training, one person could deal with several people, but that meant that the other party was not holding a weapon.

The one-handed sword is majestic, but it is a very fast way to avoid the opponent's blade while taking huge risks, quickly cut in from the space, control the opponent's joints, seize the knife in the opponent's hand, and then immediately retreat to deal with the opponent's next attack.

This requires a sharp look, quick reaction, and accurate judgment, which he can do.

However, at this moment, he had an injury on his leg and was slow to move. When several hooligans holding sharp blades were besieging him at the same time, when he seized the weapon from the hooligan, he had already been stabbed seven or eight holes by his accomplices next to him.

His eyes floated towards Xiao Qiang involuntarily, hoping that the other party would give him support.

But he felt completely desperate after just one look.

Xiao Qiang's eyes were still scattered and unconscious. The four hooligans held the knife and slowly cut out different depths of blades on him, deliberately avoiding his vitals, using the attitude of playing with a cat and a mouse, and occasionally cutting a knife. When he heard Xiao Qiang's muffled groan, he laughed.

But Xiao Qiang groped to Lin Yi's side and held her tightly. A whistle sound of wind passed by, and there was a scorching knife on his body, and he still held on to the point of not retreating.

In just a moment, his body had been pulled several times by the blade, and the blood soaked his upper body.

Xiao Qiang didn't say a word, bit his lower lip tightly. He could see something in front of him, but it was not clear enough. Even so, he still couldn't dodge, for fear that Lin Yi would be snatched by the hooligans again.

"Don't kill him, mom, I dare to kick me. Today I will treat him well, play with his woman in front of him, and let him see how his beloved woman feels like!" Qing Zhubiao also found a triangular scraper, held her waist, and limped over.

Chisonev roared wildly, and was stabbed on his back. He pulled out the steel pipe from under the lathe, waved it wildly, and jingled a few golden iron clashes, forcing the three hooligans back. Then he was as powerful as a mad tiger, dancing wildly with the steel pipe in his hand, breaking up the several hooligans surrounding Xiao Qiang, and rushing to Xiao Qiang.
Chapter completed!
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