Chapter 178

After several battles, there were still seven or eight strong men left. Except for two men with guns, they were still looking for opportunities. The rest of them joined in the close combat.

Su Mo Han did not dodge in the face of his fists. His two white hands made a fist. Every time he swung his fist, he could hear the strong man snort. But because of this primitive way, the fight became extremely lively.

As time went on, his head was sweating, and his white shirt was mixed with sweat and blood, which firmly adhered to his body and outlined his perfect body.

The other two men still kept looking for the right time to shoot, but they were still as fast as Su Mohan. They even hurt their companions several times because of their shooting. Finally, they had to lose their guns and join in the close combat.

"Ah --"

A strong man covered his eyes and staggered back a few steps. His huge body was tottering. His hand covering his eyes was slowly taken down. His hands were covered with pungent blood.

On his face, from the temple through the eyes, to the side of the nose, a scar more than 10 cm long across it, looks particularly ferocious.

Su Mohan is still merciless. His two sabres are superb. He can often hear the sound of the army stabbing into the flesh. Correspondingly, his fists are hard to beat with four hands, and he has many long scars on his body, which looks shocking.

"Bang!" A man who has been hiding in the dark suddenly shoots at Chu Zheng, but in the moment when Chu Zheng can't dodge, Su Mohan pushes him away.

"Ye --"

the bullet suddenly fell into Su Mohan's shoulder, which greatly reduced his combat effectiveness. When Chu Zheng saw this scene, he immediately took out his pistol, pulled the trigger in the direction of the shooting, and directly burst his head.

"How are you, my lord?"

"It's OK."

"Sir, I'm supposed to block the bullet for you."

"You have to have your life to stop it." Su Mohan kicked out a strong man in front of him. His whole body shape was unstable, and his fighting effectiveness was greatly reduced by two gunshot wounds. His whole body was covered with blood, which made him look like he was fished out of blood.

Chu Zheng understood that if he didn't push himself away with that shot, he would have hit his own heart, so he traded his shoulder for his life, but in his opinion, a hair of the young master is worth more than his own life.

After nearly two hours of fierce fighting, only three men in black were left with fighting power, and Su Mohan was also at the end of his tether, and he did not know what to rely on.

His eyes were full of blood, as if he had killed red eyes.

Chu Zheng wanted to come forward to help, but he was stopped by him and was forbidden to interfere.

Looking at Su Mo Han, who is one on three, Chu Zheng stands on one side worried, holding the gun in his hand, for fear of any accident.

He knew that he was going to vent his anger, but it was really a fierce battle tonight. The young master of his family had a mild cleanliness habit since he came here, so he usually could not do anything with dirty hands like this.

But today, it is obvious that he is in a bad mood, or he is in a bad mood these days.

That's why he would shake it, even if he was injured, even if he had a gun but never pulled it out.

As time went by, another strong man fell to the ground, and Su Mohan's eyes had begun to darken. His floating feet and injured shoulders gradually made his movements weak, but he especially liked this kind of hearty feeling, which made him comfortable.