Chapter 2969: Fierce melee

After hanging up the phone, Ye Qian did not call people from the Starlight Bar, nor did he call Xie Shufeng and others. Instead, he was alone and rushed directly to Sanjiang Road Bar Street.
This is a trap. Therefore, Ye Qian does not want his brother to follow his own risk. He does not know the specific situation of the bar street now. He rushes to let Xie Shufeng and others pass, fearing unnecessary casualties.
The most important thing is that if Ye Qian wants to stand on the Chinese street, he needs to have enough achievements to consolidate himself. For example, Wang Security was a person who rushed into a small gang and cut off the ear of the head. Under his own family business, even now Han Hansheng also bowed.
For example, the three church owners of the Chinese Gang, Han Dong, Ye Hao, and Qiu Hanjiang, no matter which one, can sit in such a position, have personal merits, a big brother, if there is not enough outstanding achievements, it is fundamental Can't make the following convinced.
Hua Hansheng is a good example. He is only a father-in-law. After taking over the Chinese help, he has been doing nothing, even bullying and fearing. Such a big brother, under the hand, few people will be convinced.
When Ye Qian came to the Sanjiang Road Bar Street, although it was still bright, but there was no hot music in the past, on the street, it was even more people who could not come.
"Let's let."
Ye Qian shouted at the crowd on the street, squeezing toward it, and joining in the fun. It seems that it is not a unique hobby of the Chinese. Here Ye Qian also saw it.
"Fuck, do you have no long eyes, do you want to die?" A tall white man, who grew five big and three thick, looked a bit brute, and saw that Ye Qian was constantly squeezing inside, and immediately squatted.
Ye Qian frowned, he was shouting 'Let's all the way, but this tall white man, who thought he was superior, and turned a deaf ear to Ye Qian’s words. Instead, he glared at Ye Qian, swearing, and knew that such people often bullied. Weak.
Ye Qian’s white body seems to be weaker, but when Ye Qian looks at the five big three tall whites, the eyes are cold, like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb, exuding people The coldness of chills.
"Good eyes."
The tall white man subconsciously avoided Ye Qian’s gaze, because he felt that the eyes were like a sharp sharp knife, pointing to his heart, as if he would look at it again, he would die under Ye Qian’s eyes.
"I'm sorry, sorry." The tall white man felt the murderous murder, and his legs were soft, and immediately timidly apologized.
Ye Qian was too lazy to entangle with such people, but walked quickly through the crowd and finally came to the street of the bar street. At this time, the bar street was a mess, and it was faintly able to see someone falling in a pool of blood.
The wind blows, the smell accompanied by the breeze, and the man's nostrils seem to remind people that this place is a dangerous place.
Ye Qian could not help but speed up. He felt that the battle at the end of the street was not over yet.
Along the way, he really saw several heavy injuries on the street. The Chinese who were screaming in the ground, even many fainted to the ground, fell in a pool of blood, life and death are unknown.
"Mom, white guys, I want you to have a life tonight, no life." Ye Qian is a Chinese, watching the Chinese in a pool of blood, the stern , the unconscious Tragic, like a steel needle, tied in the heart of Ye Qian.
"Spicy next door, Lao Tzu calls you arrogant, can't beat you."
"Fuck, beat me, kill me."
"Hey."
When Ye Qian came to the end of the street, he heard a loud noise coming from a small KTV bar.
When Ye Qian stepped into the gate, he saw more than twenty people encircling six Chinese. The worst one was a bald Chinese. His head was full of blood, his hands were protecting his head, and there was no resistance. Three or four white people have always used their ankles and they have no soft hands.
The other five people are almost one-sided, only two people, still standing, the rest of the people are beaten with blood, without the ability to resist.
"Spicy next door." Ye Qian saw this scene, the anger in his heart burst forth, only feeling that his blood was boiling.
Ye Qianshun picked up a bar seat on the side and smashed toward the nearest white man's head.
"Hey."
The white man did not seem to respond. Suddenly, Ye Qian, who appeared later, stunned his head and blossomed, and blood ran through his hair.
At this moment, Ye Qian, like a wolf into the flock, the endless anger in his heart, like a volcanic eruption, kicking the white man on one foot and smashing toward the crowd of white people.
"Fuck, there is actually one." After Ye Qian was flying the first white man, the rest of the people reacted. Three whites were holding the knife stick and headed toward Ye Qian.
"Don't kill these Chinese people."
"Cut him to the next door."
In the face of the three white men who rushed up, Ye Qian did not say much, rather than the courage of his tongue, it was not as good as the real knife.
And Ye Qian told them with their own actions that the Chinese who dismissed their mouths were their nightmare.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Hey."
Ye Qian’s speed was so fast that none of the three had to come close to Ye Qian, and he was directly flung out by the seat of Ye Qian’s hand. One of them also crashed into the lobby bar, and his head blossomed, and he was unconscious.
Ye Qian’s strength has made the rest of the whites look in the eyes. This is to understand the horror of Ye Qian. They almost thought of it at the same time. Ye Qian is a powerful trainer, the Chinese they met tonight. The strongest opponent in the gang.
"That is."
"Who is that person?"
There were two other people in the Chinese gang who were able to move. When I saw Ye Qian’s coming in, it was only after a while that I was put in four white people. Suddenly, my heart was also very happy.
"No matter who he is, if we don't die tonight, I will follow this big brother."
"Yes, it’s fixed."
When the two Chinese saw it, it seemed that they suddenly hit the chicken blood and became excited. Looking at a white man, they flew out.
In the hall, I saw only a dozen white people around Ye Qian. In their view, Ye Qian was a wolf, a tiger, and he was also a hard-working four-handed player. They were not ordinary gangsters. The mix is ​​a top three five.
"Hey."
"Snapped."
......
The sounds of various snoring in the hall came out, and sometimes accompanied by these sharp screams, it seemed to be a slaughterhouse at the moment, and the sound inside made people feel inexplicable chills.
More than 20 white people, besieged Ye Qian alone, and still in this hall of less than 60 square meters, just think about it, knowing how dangerous this is to Ye Qian.
But they can't think of dreams. Ye Qian is a person, just like a wolf into a flock. More than 20 white gangsters are like weak and weak lambs. Even if there are more lambs, they can never hurt a wolf. What's more, Ye Modest is not a general wolf, but a wolf king who stands out from the crowd.
In less than three minutes, in the noisy hall, suddenly the strange silence was restored.
"This……"
"God."
"Is he still alone?"
A few injured Chinese helped the younger brother. Although three of them lost their fighting power, their minds were still clear. This legendary battle, they all looked at the scene.
Six Chinese younger brothers, one seriously injured and comatose, three lost their fighting power, and two barely stood still, but they were also on the top, and the blood on their bodies was still dripping on the ground.
At this moment, five conscious Chinese younger brothers, stunned and looking at Ye Qian, are like looking up to a hero, with awe and care.
"You stayed to take care of the injured brother and called the ambulance." Ye Qian pointed to one of the two standing fat men.
The fat man’s injury, Ye Qian knew it was not heavy at first glance, so the caregiver and the ambulance were handed over to the fat man.
"You, take me to the office of the Chinese people on Sanjiang Road." Ye Qian pointed to another strong man.
This Sanjiang Road naturally has a point of doing things. It is a place where ordinary Chinese help the brothers to collect some things. Moreover, Ye Qian also knows that the head of the Hongtianxiong management Sanjiang Road Bar Street is called Li Hong.
Ye Qian can see that the people who come to the whites are all elites, so the fractional person is definitely a great leader of the whites.
"Fuck, this is a group of little gangsters that Hong Tianxiong said to the whites." Ye Qian said in a heart, this Hong Tianxiong has already framed himself for the second time.
Ye Hao once said in the tea house that Ye Qianrao Hong Tianxiong had a life, and the rest of him did not interfere. Ye Qian was also a person with a strong sense of righteousness. Ye Hao also helped a lot of himself, so Ye Qian also intended to replace Hong Tianxiong. Even if it is.
But now it seems that Ye Qian wants to change his mind. Ye Hao’s kindness is of course important. For those who have to put themselves to death in the past three times, Ye Qian is absolutely incapable of tolerance and indulgence.
"Hong Tianxiong, all this is for you to take care of yourself. In the future, don't blame me for not giving Ye Qian a face." Ye Qian's eyes flashed a hint of coldness.
Fortunately, Ye Qian has a foresight. He did not bring Xie Shufeng to come over. Otherwise, in the chaos, Ye Qian could not guarantee that his newly recruited brother would not have any fearless casualties.
"Big brother, I will take you there." The sturdy man said, just leading the way for Ye Qian.
"Who is the leader of the white leader who is leading tonight." Ye Qian walked out of the hall and asked the strong man.
"It’s the white guy who helped Lacy, otherwise we won’t lose so badly, it’s almost one-sided...
said the man who hates it, the loss of the Chinese help tonight is great, and many of them are strong men. It is a good brother who was born and died, so when I mention Lacy, I naturally feel extra resentment.
"Reassure, our Chinese help brothers will not be sacrificed in vain, Lacy, I Ye Qian will let them all return to the West today." Ye Qian’s anger is far from calming down, let alone Ye Qianben is a member of the Chinese gang, even if Just ordinary Chinese, seeing this scene, must also be bloody.
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