C13

"Crack!"

With a sound, one of Atai's foot bones was directly broken. The white, sharp foot bone penetrated his skin and military shoes, miserably exposing the outside of his body.

"Ah …" "A'Tai?"

Brother Nan was shocked, he opened his mouth wide, looked at Atai who was on the ground, then looked at Wang Xiaoyu who was smiling, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Fortunately, I wasn't the first to go up!"

However, just as he finished sighing in his heart, he suddenly thought of something serious. The other party had even beaten A'Tai to the ground.

Don't look at how his muscles were frightening and his hair was tousled to the point of being domineering. But as the leader of the Eighteen West Street, he relied more than half on Atai to beat him down, so it could be said that without Atai, the Brother Nan would not be as strong as he was today.

Even the few hundred people who fought against the North Street last night, if not for Atai, the pillar of support, would probably have lost.

Thinking about that, Brother Nan's huge body unconsciously shivered. He jumped down from the metal bridge and rushed to Ah Tai's side to support him. He anxiously asked: "Ah Tai, are you alright?"

A'Tai who was wailing in pain on the ground saw his boss was so concerned about him and couldn't help but shed a few tears. He gave Brother Nan a firm look and nodded his head, "Yes!"

He made a sound.

He tore off a strip of cloth from his camouflage clothes and bandaged the injured area, enduring the pain.

"Good, good, good!"

Brother Nan said three good words in a row as he retreated behind Atai.

Although the current him had Atai as his meat shield, he could see that this brat, Atai, had been following him around enjoying all sorts of food and drinks. After staying away from the life and death mercenary battlefield, his body had gradually regressed.

After all, in this part of the West Street, how could a bunch of scumbags like them be as cruel as he was when he was a mercenary in the Golden Triangle?

It had to be said that no matter how strong a person was, they would gradually be corroded in a relaxed and comfortable environment.

When A'Tai saw Brother Nan retreating as he spoke, not only did he not feel displeased, he also felt that he owed this benefactor of his.

He thought that if it wasn't for the fact that Brother Nan fished him out of the Afghan prison and followed him to eat and drink, he would have died a long time ago. Today, no matter what, he could not cause Brother Nan any harm.

As he thought of this, Atai wiped away the sweat on his face that was rolling out due to the pain. He pointed at Wang Xiaoyu, who was smiling not far away, and said angrily, "Good boy, it seems that I have underestimated you! Die! "

With that said, Atai grabbed his waist with his right hand and pulled. Immediately, Wang Xiaoyu felt a flash of silver light, and his ears were filled with a buzzing sound.

"This is?" Belt? "Oh, no. Oh my god, is that a flexible sword?"

Wang Xiaoyu, his hands behind his back, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when he saw Atai take out a soft sword about a metre long from his waist.

"That's right, I was careless before. Now let's see how you can dodge my flexible sword."

A'Tai obviously did not care about Wang Xiaoyu's surprise. He pointed his flexible sword at Wang Xiaoyu from afar, as if the flexible sword gave him a lot of courage and motivation.

"Wait!"

Wang Xiaoyu frowned as he looked at A'Tai. His heart stirred as he asked Fat Cat Demon Sovereign in his mind: "fat cat, do you think this person is sick?"

"Oh? It must be because I borrowed your strength just now and beat him silly! "

Fat Cat Demon Sovereign replied indifferently.

"Fuck, you still have the nerve to say that? I don't know if I'm affected by you or not, but for some inexplicable reason, I'm trying to put on an act right now."

"Say, if you had given me your strength earlier on, wouldn't I have been kicked to death by him?!" "Damn!"

Hearing Fat Cat Demon Sovereign's voice once again, Wang Xiaoyu's anger began to rise. Ever since he had been possessed by Fat Cat Demon Sovereign, he realized that he was currently acting tough for some inexplicable reason.

If not for the fact that Fat Cat Demon Sovereign gave him the power to whip his leg in time, Wang Xiaoyu would not have dared to imagine the consequences.

"Wait? Hahaha, little brat, do you have any last words to say? "

When A Tai heard Wang Xiaoyu say wait, he thought Wang Xiaoyu was afraid of him, so he completely forgot about the pain and laughed coldly with an arrogant expression.

"Last words? "Hee hee …"

Wang Xiaoyu laughed involuntarily. He stretched out his index finger, pointed at Atai's waist and said, "Atai, your Haro Kick your underwear is pretty good!"

"What?"

Atai suddenly looked at his waist. With this look, his sneering face immediately darkened.

It was unknown if it was because he hadn't used the flexible sword in a long time, but the moment he pulled it out, a hole had been cut open in his pants.

"This... "This!"

When Brother Nan, who had already retreated to the entrance of the warehouse, saw this scene, he planned to leave quickly. He had already decided that if he could leave safely today, he would tell his brothers that he did not know this person.

Unfortunately, the moment his hand touched the doorknob, Wang Xiaoyu's cold voice sounded beside his ear: "You, I let you go?"

Hearing that, Brother Nan's body instantly froze, the hand that was holding onto the door handle stopped on the spot, his palm was also covered with layers of cold sweat.

Brother Nan's body was revived by Atai's shout. He immediately wiped the cold sweat off his face and fiercely twisted the doorknob.

"Humph, it's a good thing your father is smart!"

"Eh? What a crappy thing! Did you buy it at a two Yuan store? "

Brother Nan stared dumbstruck at the door handle that was removed from his body, his entire body suddenly stiffened, and his heart was filled with extreme despair.

Perhaps he had used too much strength in his haste, but in addition, the only door in the warehouse was in disrepair, and it had been wrenched open all of a sudden.

He swallowed his saliva in shock, ran towards the door, and yelled at Atai, "Atai, hold him, hold him!"

From the corner of his eyes, Atai saw the door handle in Brother Nan's hands, and immediately understood what was going on. Dragging his crippled foot, he shouted and pounced towards Wang Xiaoyu: "Brat, I'll kill you!"

Wang Xiaoyu smiled and shook his head, thinking that the leader of Eighteen West Street was actually a coward.

Immediately, his figure flashed and he was the first to arrive in front of Atai. With a light wave of his fist, the sound of bones breaking could be heard. Atai's vision turned black and his face was in pain.

"South …" Brother... Eh, I... "I'm hanging up!"

A'Tai lied on the ground and said this in an intermittent manner. His eyes rolled up and he fainted.

When Brother Nan, who was running away, saw this, he was so scared that he started sweating profusely. He thought that he should check the calendar when he went out today.