Chapter 223

Just then, at the gate of the abandoned factory, a dark shadow swept into the factory at an incredible speed. Because the guard's attention was mostly on the strong man with tattoos on his back, no one noticed the scene at all.

The strong man provoked one after another, but the guard holding the crossbow still didn't dare to attack. After seeing this, the strong man sneered with disdain, turned his eyes to the steward who was bleeding on the ground, and a cruel smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

"The people under your hands dare to aim at me with weapons. You are not good at discipline."

The strong man said as he walked forward with a cruel smile.

"You... Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Seeing the blood thirsty light shining in each other's eyes approaching step by step, the psychological defense line in charge has collapsed, shaking like chaff, and their voices have become sharp due to fear. Other outlaws with bare arms are like watching movies, eating meat and staring over there, with blood thirsty and crazy look on their faces.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The strong man released his tyrannical mood at the bottom of his heart through the strength of wine, stretched out his big hand like a palm fan, spit, and fiercely slapped the steward.

The steward closed his eyes in despair and was ready to be beaten.

"Bang!"

The steward shrugged his neck, but the expected slap did not fall on his face. Instead, there was a dull sound of a heavy blow. The steward narrowed his eyes to reveal a gap. As a result, he found a terrible scene. The strong man who was ready to attack him still kept waving his hands, but he remained motionless in place, like a sculpture.

"This... This!"

The steward looked at the scene with some horror and stretched out his hand to push the strong man. As a result, it didn't matter. The strong man's eyes, nose and mouth slowly shed blood lines, and his pupils expanded. Then the whole man fell to the ground like a dead pig, with more air out and less air in.

"Ah!!! Killed!!!"

The steward was frightened. He screamed and climbed in the opposite direction. Before climbing a few steps, a pair of black combat boots appeared in his sight, with dark blood on their heads.

The steward looked up his boots in horror and saw an expressionless young man in black tactical clothes with sunglasses.

"My grass!!!"

"Brother Yong is broken!"

"Fuck it, this boy did it!"

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After the strong man fell, the group of fugitives reacted, and the consternation on their faces gradually changed to ferocious. One of the fugitives, with a ferocious scar more than 30cm long on his abdomen, pointed to an indifferent blind man and shouted angrily.

"This boy did it. Let's kill him!"

A group of outlaws are looking for weapons to take advantage of. Those who take wine bottles take wine bottles and those who copy stools. If they don't find the weapons, they simply pick up the abandoned iron bars full of rust from the ground. Then everyone slowly approaches the blind and faintly forms a encirclement trend. Everyone's eyes twinkle with bloodthirsty light to surround the blind.

Someone invaded!

The guard at the door was surprised when he saw the blind man. He reached out to touch the walkie talkie at his waist. However, before his hand touched the walkie talkie, a big hand like a PU fan took the walkie talkie first.

"Who?!"

The guard immediately turned around and saw a strong man in a tactical vest who looked more exaggerated in size and size than the group of fugitives looking at him with great interest.

The guard was worried and knew that the situation was bad. It was obvious that someone had penetrated into the factory.

"I'll inform your little partner later. We have some accounts to calculate with these people."

Zonghu grinned and forced his hand. The walkie talkie made a sour creak. After that, it was twisted and deformed directly. Zonghu pinched it into a pile of garbage with one hand.

If this terrible grip is held on a person, the guard has no doubt that his bones will become a pile of debris like this walkie talkie. As soon as his legs are soft, the guard is directly scared to sit on the ground, dare not say a word or run.

Zonghu nodded, very satisfied with the other party's reaction, turned his neck, rubbed his wrist and walked towards the crowd.

"Boy, you have great courage. Even we dare to provoke you!"

After a group of outlaws completely surrounded the blind man, the man with a knife scar on his stomach smiled grimly, with fear in his eyes, and more blood thirsty fierce light.

The blind man is more like a mute, standing there motionless and silent.

The steward was caught in the middle by two groups of forces. He dared not go in the direction of the blind or face this group of bloodthirsty thugs. There were men on the left and men on the right.

"Blind man, what are you grinding there?"

Zonghu's rough voice sounded behind the fugitives. A group of bare armed thugs were shocked and turned their heads one after another. Unexpectedly, there were people behind them.

Just as the mob turned their heads, the blind man who had been silent suddenly burst up and flashed to the nearest mob at an exaggerated speed. Raising his leg was a high whip and kicked the mob's neck. After a dull noise, several blood lines flowed down the corners of the mob's eyes and mouth. The mob lay down directly and was knocked to the ground.

After a successful blow, the blind man didn't stop. His moves were sharp and heavy. All the people he hit fell to the ground with one blow. Five people had been put down by him after a few breaths.

"Leave me some fucking money!"

Seeing that the blind man had robbed many heads in the blink of an eye, zonghu was also anxious at once. After taking a deep breath, he whispered, his muscles bulged, his whole body expanded, and rushed directly at a group of fugitives.

"Fuck you!"

The head of the strong man with a scar on his belly swung the iron stool in his hand and hit zonghu with all his strength. The guard at the door directly closed his eyes when he saw this scene. He could imagine the next picture of breaking his head and bleeding.

The strong man has been aroused in his heart and died. The iron stool has a faint sound of breaking the air.

However, in the face of the fierce blow with the sound of breaking the air, zonghu did not dodge and directly greeted him with his head.

"Boom!"

After a dull and crisp sound, the guard took down his hand blocking his eyes and looked at the center of the field. However, the expected bloody picture did not appear.

Zonghu didn't even have a scar on his head, and the stool in the strong man's hand had been completely distorted and deformed. Due to the huge anti shock force, he got out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang. The stool was bent in a strange posture, which shows how powerful the blow was.

The strong man with a knife scar on his stomach has been stunned. Even if he hits the cement, he can dig out a deep pit, and the other party is really unharmed and has nothing at all!