222: C222 Cleaning

C222 Cleaning

At this time, at the entrance of the abandoned factory district, a black shadow rushed into the factory district at an incredible speed. As most of the guards' attention was focused on the tattooed man, no one noticed this scene.

The guard holding the crossbow still didn't dare to attack. After seeing this, the strong man sneered in disdain. His gaze turned towards the steward who was lying on the ground with his head covered in blood and a cruel smile on his face.

"Your subordinates actually dare to aim their weapons at laozi, it's really a lack of discipline."

The brawny man said while walking forward with a cruel smile.

"You … Don't come near me! Don't come near me! "

Seeing the other party approach with bloodthirsty eyes, the manager's mental defenses had already collapsed. His voice trembled like a sieve, the fear in his voice becoming sharper, while the other bare-chested fugitives were eating their meat like they were watching a movie. They were staring at the other side with bloodthirsty and crazy expressions on their faces.

"Hehehe!"

The muscular man released the violent emotions from his heart due to the alcohol. He stretched out his fan-like hand, spat out a mouthful of saliva and threw a heavy slap towards the supervisor.

The supervisor shut his eyes in despair, preparing to take this blow head-on.

"Bam!"

The steward shrank his neck, but the palm he had expected did not land on his face. Instead, there was a dull thud of a heavy blow, and the steward's eyes narrowed to a slit to look around. The man who had been about to attack him, however, was frozen in place like a statue.

"This... "This, this!"

The manager looked at this scene in shock and reached out his hand to push the burly man, but the result of this push did not matter. The burly man's eyes, nose, and mouth slowly bled, and his pupils also dilated, before he fell to the ground like a dead pig, breathing heavily.

"Ah!" "Murder!

The supervisor was scared out of his wits and screamed as he scrambled to crawl in the opposite direction. A pair of black combat boots appeared in his line of sight after only a few steps. The boots were still stained with dark blood.

The manager looked up at the top of the boot in shock. What he saw was a young man in black tactical clothes with sunglasses on, looking expressionless.

"Holy sh * t!"

"Brother Yong broke it!"

"Damn it, it was this brat who did it!"

"..."

After the strong man fell, the group of fugitives finally reacted. The shock on their faces gradually turned hideous. Among the fugitives, a man with a 30 centimeter long, savage scar on his beard pointed at the blind man and yelled angrily.

"It was this brat who did it, let's kill him together!"

The group of fugitives looked for weapons one after another. Those who didn't find a weapon picked up the abandoned iron bars that were full of rust, and then slowly approached the blind man, forming a encirclement. Everyone's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light as they surrounded the blind man.

Someone had invaded!

When the guards at the entrance saw the blind man, they were all startled. They reached out to touch the walkie-talkie on their waists, but before their hands could reach it, a large hand like a fan snatched it away.

"Who?!"

The guard immediately turned around and saw a muscular man with a body size and body size even more ridiculous than those outlaws looking at him with interest.

The guard felt his heart tighten. He knew that the situation was dire. It was obvious that someone had infiltrated the factory district.

"We'll inform your little friend later. We have some debts to settle with this group of people."

Zong Hu grinned. He pushed back with his hand and the walkie-talkie made a series of cracking sounds as it twisted and deformed. Zong Hu crushed it into a pile of trash.

When such a terrifying grip was placed on a person, the guard didn't doubt that his bones would be reduced to a pile of bones just like the walkie-talkie. With his legs going limp, the guard immediately sat down on the ground in fright, not daring to say a single word or run.0

Zong Hu nodded. He was satisfied with the other party's reaction. He turned his neck and rubbed his wrist before walking into the crowd.

"Brat, you're quite bold, even daring to provoke us!"

After the group of fugitives completely surrounded the blind man, the man with a knife scar on his stomach laughed sinisterly. The fear in his eyes was mostly bloodthirsty.

The blind man was more like a mute. He stood there motionlessly, not saying a word.

The steward was stuck in the middle of the two groups, his face ashen. He didn't dare to head in the direction of the blind, nor did he dare to confront these bloodthirsty thugs.

"Blind One, what are you waiting for?"

Zong Hu's boorish voice came from behind the fugitives. The group of bare-chested thugs were shocked and turned their heads to look. They didn't expect there to be someone behind them.

The moment the thugs turned their heads, the blind man, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst into action. He dashed to the nearest thug at an extremely exaggerated speed, raised his leg and kicked the thug in the neck with a high whip. With a dull thud, several streams of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

After the successful attack, the blind man did not stop there. Each of his moves were sharp and heavy, and those he had hit all fell to the ground. Within a few breaths' time, five people had already been defeated by him.

"F * ck you, save some for me!"

Seeing that the blind man had stolen a lot of heads in the blink of an eye, Zong Hu became anxious. After taking a deep breath, his muscles bulged and his body expanded. He charged towards the group of fugitives.

"Fuck you!"

The leader of the guards, who had a scar on his abdomen, raised the iron stool in his hand and threw it at Zong Hu with all of his strength. The guard at the door immediately closed his eyes when he saw this scene.

The brawny man had already been aroused to the point of anger. After his deathblow, the metal chair actually produced a faint whistling sound as it pierced through the air.

However, Zong Hu did not dodge the attack. Instead, he used his head to meet it head on.

"Beng!"

After a dull and crisp sound, the guard removed his hand from his eyes and looked towards the center of the field. However, the bloody scene he expected did not appear.

There wasn't even a scar on Zong Hu's head, and the stool in the brawny man's hand was completely deformed. Due to the huge rebound force, Zong Hu fell off his hand and landed on the ground with a clang.

The brawny man with a knife scar on his stomach was scared silly. Even if this attack hit the cement, it would leave a deep hole. The opponent was indeed unharmed, as if nothing had happened!

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