An hour later, three hefty Dongfeng trucks roared in, their horns blasting deafeningly as if fearing others wouldn't know they had arrived. Luo Zheng, upon hearing soone notify him of this, exchanged glances with everyone and hurried to the village entrance. From a distance, he saw that the newcors were nurous and so of them were carrying hunting rifles, which startled him. Luo Zheng quickly gestured to the villagers to hide inside their houses to avoid getting hurt.
Luo Hu, holding a machete, watched coldly as the three Dongfeng trucks approached closer and closer, his thick eyebrows knitted, his eyes fierce, and a murderous aura bursting forth from him, he murmured in a low voice, "They've brought guns. It looks like the biggest underworld force from the county is here. How about you?"
"Don't worry, it's just a small scene," Luo Zheng said with an indifferent smirk. "Dad, you back us up and watch how your son avenges you."
"They have guns," Luo Hu said with his eyes wide, a flash of worry passing through them.
"Feel this," Luo Zheng said as he grabbed his father's hand to touch his back. As a veteran, Luo Hu imdiately realized it was a gun. A soldier allowed to carry firearms naturally wasn't simple. Luo Hu was full of curiosity about Luo Zheng's identity but didn't ask, feeling relieved as he glanced at Lan Xue and the others.
"Don't worry, they all have one," Luo Zheng whispered.
Upon hearing this, Luo Hu completely relaxed, stepped back several paces, acknowledging that gunfighting and knife fighting were not alike. There was no need for him to stay in front and cause trouble. Thinking this, Luo Hu smirked bitterly. He hadn't imagined that he would beco a burden to his son, who had grown up and beco successful, and it was ti for him to fully retire.
"Xue Er, protect my father. Guys, they've resorted to using guns. Even though they are hunting rifles, it changes everything. You know what to do better than I do; I'm counting on you," Luo Zheng calmly stated. At this mont, he felt as if he were back on a familiar battlefield, his fighting spirit beginning to boil.
Everyone responded affirmatively. Ghost Hand on the left, Snow Leopard on the right, and Mountain Eagle quietly retreated, preparing to block the newcors' retreat path. Everyone swiftly drew their sidearms and chambered rounds. Luo Zheng stood defiantly in front of the bald n, watching coldly as people jumped off the trucks and ran towards them.
The crowd numbered around sixty, clearly outlaws, mostly ard with lee weapons, but equipped with about a dozen hunting rifles, displaying arrogant ferocity as they howled while crossing the bridge and running up the hill. The leader of the group was portly with a round face and large ears, a shiny gold chain around his neck, wearing sunglasses, looking like a nouveau riche businessman.
"Stop." The nouveau riche businessman raised a hand and shouted loudly, though his followers were in disarray, making it hard to maintain discipline. Annoyed, the businessman glared at Luo Zheng and barked, "Kid, what gang are you with? Your face is unfamiliar; I've never seen you before."
Overco with anger, Luo Zheng laughed mockingly, "You sure talk a lot, fatso. Are we talking compensation, or is this a brawl? Your choice."
"Quite arrogant, I like it. Don't get it wrong when you et King Yan. My surna is Bull, and my friends in the underworld call 'Bull Demon King'," the businessman, irritated at being called a fatso, snapped, his murderous intent flaring. "Co on, who will cut him down? Any outco is acceptable."
"I'm up." A brawny man squeezed out of the crowd, carrying a long machete about two feet in length, its blade sharp and emitting a cold light. He looked at Luo Zheng coldly, like a hungry wolf in the forest, baring his teeth and sneering, "Kid, let grandpa teach you a lesson." With that, he stepped forward, rushing up with the machete raised high, swinging viciously at Luo Zheng's neck, the blade flashing blindingly fast like lightning.
"ngzi, nice moves!" The accompanying crowd roared in applause, cheering for their companion while their eyes, filled with mockery, watched Luo Zheng. In everyone's mory, no one had ever dodged ngzi's swift blade.
The muscular man known as ngzi was also confident in his abilities. Quite a few formidable n had fallen under this very machete. As the premier assassin under Bull Demon King, ngzi was well aware of his role—to fight bravely and rush forward in critical monts to solve problems for his boss, ensuring his own rise to prominence. With this strike, ngzi knew of Bull Demon King's anger and used nearly all his strength.
Just as the gleaming machete was about to slice through the opponent's neck, splattering blood everywhere, ngzi's eyes filled with bloodthirsty ferocity and the excitent of impending victory. Suddenly, right before his eyes, the target disappeared. Next, a cracking sound echoed by his ear, like the sound of sothing breaking.
Imdiately afterward, ngzi felt an overwhelming pain in his neck that surged through his mind, draining all strength from his body. The machete he had swung fell powerlessly from his grip to the ground, and then a wave of darkness rushed over him; everything went black, and he knew no more.
"Huh?" Everyone was shocked by the scene and stared dumbfounded, like roosters whose necks had been snapped, no longer shouting or cheering. As ngzi's body went limp on the ground, his head drooped unnaturally at an incredible angle on his chest, his neck clearly broken.
Striking like lightning, ending a life with a single move, Luo Zheng's fierce action subdued the entire scene. Bull Demon King, fixedly watching Luo Zheng, his eyes flickering with wariness and then filled with anger. As a leader who called the shots and dominated the area, a death was trivial; lost face was significant. Bull Demon King well understood that if he couldn't retrieve the situation today, he wouldn't be able to continue his reign. Seeing everyone watching, he absolutely couldn't show weakness. His face darkened as he roared, "Blast him for !"
"I'll handle this." A lanky figure squeezed out of the crowd, looking pleasingly at Bull Demon King. Bull Demon King recognized his capable subordinate, known for his precise gun skills and responsible for two lives. Pleased, he nodded in agreent. Turning to face Luo Zheng, his fierce, narrow eyes shone with cruelty. Raising his gun, he aid at Luo Zheng and coldly shouted, "Kid, you've offended Bull Demon King, now you're seeking death."
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, with everyone excitingly watching Luo Zheng, only to be horrified to find him standing unscathed at a distance, his body without a single injury, which was differed to everyone's expectations. Suddenly, the crowd intensely felt that the gunshot sounded off, not like a hunting rifle, and turned to the gunman, only to see him slowly falling backward, a bowl-sized gunshot wound in his chest.
"Ah?" Everyone stepped back, utterly terrified.
"What's the noise about?" Bull Demon King angrily shouted, glancing at his capable subordinate's resentful face as he was dying, and kicked him in frustration, cursing, "Useless fool." Then he turned to Luo Zheng, his eyes now filled with more apprehension. He saw a man arrogantly blowing smoke from the gun barrel, a disdainful sneer on his face.
"Kid, who are you? You're bold, daring to kill my man. Do you know who I am?" Bull Demon King, not a fool, seeing the opponent openly shooting and killing a man as if nothing happened with what seed like a real gun, realized he had encountered a tough one and decided to understand the situation before proceeding. He looked at Luo Zheng with frustration and angrily shouted.
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