536: C536 One Battle Fifty!

C536 One Battle Fifty!

It was just as Yang Liuqing had expected. Every one of them had a certain level of strength. If they were not killers, mercenaries, or martial arts masters, ordinary injuries meant nothing to them.

For money, they could even disregard their own lives. How could they care about the wounds on their faces?

However, they underestimated Wang Feng's strength. Before their daggers even hit Wang Feng, Wang Feng threw the broken bottle in his hand.

"Puchi!"

The broken bottle was deeply stuck in that guy's throat, and blood started to gush out of it in a flash.

That fellow's eyes were wide open as he fell to the ground, unwilling to give up.

Finally, one of the daggers finally arrived in front of Wang Feng. However, Wang Feng only casually moved to the side and laid on the guy's body.

Wang Feng's body pressed the guy to the ground. The guy's waist fell to the ground, making him unable to move. He screamed in pain," "Ah!

Several sabers slashed down on Wang Feng. Wang Feng rolled on the ground and the sabers all landed on the guy below him.

The poor thing couldn't move and was hacked to death!

Wang Feng rolled on the floor, leaned against the bar, and those guys swung their swords again.

Wang Feng flipped backwards and jumped into the bar. He picked up the wine bottle on the counter and threw it towards these guys.

Those fellows brandished the Short Knife in their hands or simply waved their hands and slapped the bottles away.

With the sound of "Ping Ping Pang Pang Pang", wine bottles and wine bottles littered the ground.

"Hur hur, see you." Wang Feng sneered. He casually lit up a cigarette with the lighter on the bar and threw it on the ground.

"Damn it!" Those guys knew what Wang Feng wanted to do, but it was already too late.

The number of drinks in a bar was usually very high, especially vodka, which could be served at one point.

The entire ground was set on fire in an instant. Those fellows jumped onto the tables and chairs as fast as they could. Their feet were burnt by the fire before they could jump.

Those who were splashed with wine were even worse off and burned even faster!

Hearing the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves coming from inside the bar, the expressions of Yang Liuqing and her underlings became very ugly.

Those fellows were screaming so miserably, one could imagine how intense the situation inside was!

If the two sides were evenly matched, Yang Liuqing wouldn't have to worry so much.

The problem was that Wang Feng was alone!

"Wang Feng, bro …" Besides silently praying, Yang Liuqing could only wait for the Special Police Unit to arrive.

"Wang Feng, go to hell!" The voice of the seemingly twelve to thirteen year old boy was extremely hoarse, and it sounded like the voice of an adult male.

Needless to say, this guy was a dwarf.

He jumped from a table in the direction of the bar and threw several darts at random.

These darts were all poisoned. If Wang Feng touched any part of his skin, he would definitely die!

This was also the Dwarf's killing move. He used this move to kill a lot of people, but unfortunately, the one he met today was Wang Feng.

Wang Feng leaned to the side, and after dodging all the darts, he caught one dart in the blink of an eye.

The moment the dwarf landed on the bar, the dart shot straight through his throat!0

"Er —" The dwarf clutched his throat with both hands, wanting to pull the dart out, but the strong poison made him unable to move.

His face instantly turned black and purple as he spat out white foam on the surface of the bar. He twitched a few times and directly went to meet the King of Hell!

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