Chapter 677

Huang Mingyi set up a bureau and successfully blocked Yan Donglai and Li futu in the box of the theater.

To make such a move, he can be said to have lost his way. If the two people in the box don't die today, they will die without a burial place.

Although today's world is no longer as particular about righteousness as it used to be, if the murder of his eldest brother is spread, he will become the target of public criticism and everyone will be punished.

"Kill, kill me!"

He constantly urged his subordinates, with a vicious look.

He was very clever. At the beginning of the battle, he immediately withdrew from the box and did not give Li futu the chance to "catch the thief first and catch the king.".

After all, he knows very well that even if Yan Donglai is not involved, the other person he wants to deal with is the first master in the East China Sea.

Knowing that the target was difficult to deal with, he arranged for the most daring men to fight. Almost everyone was carrying human life on his back, but even so, he could not solve the battle for a while and a half.

It's not his people who are not brave.

Knowing that the opposite is the eldest brother of the eldest brother and the rising young heroes in the East China Sea, how dare you say these people are not fierce?

The only blame is that the box is too small, which makes it difficult to take advantage of the number of people. Yandong and his wife are guarding the door, and it is difficult to rush in in a short time.

Of course, as long as he sticks to it and when the opponent's strength is exhausted, Huang Mingyi feels that there is no doubt that he will break it.

But.

He can't afford it.

His plan is to let Li futu become the murderer of Yan Donglai, and he is holding the banner of revenge for Yan Donglai, rightfully kill Li futu.

He can't let outsiders know what's going on here.

We must make a quick decision!

Every extra second, there will be an extra risk of exposure.

If found, even if Li futu and Yan Donglai were killed here, he would not escape.

"Shoot me and kill them!"

Huang Mingyi's eyes are congested, and he is already a little crazy.

Fighting in the river and lake is usually limited to cold weapons, which is almost an unwritten rule. After all, the Dragon kingdom is not like the West. It is strictly controlled here, and it is likely to bring big trouble to itself.

But at this moment, Huang Mingyi can't care so much. He just wants to solve the two people in the box as soon as possible.

"Boss, it's downtown here. There's too much noise from the guys..."

There's a reminder from one of my men.

There will be a lot of trouble and none of them will be able to run.

"I told you to go up, you hear me?"

Huang Mingyi picked up his collar and roared, his eyes splitting.

"Know, know, boss."

Swallowing saliva, the fierce man was about to convey Huang Mingyi's order, but suddenly someone came downstairs with a big package in his hand.

"Brother Huang!"

"What's the matter?"

Huang Mingyi let go, turned his head, looked at the big black package, and subconsciously frowned.

"What is this?"

The fight between life and death continues in the box.

Yan Donglai's position as the king of the East China Sea is not a vanity. Even if he sticks his feet in the East China Sea, his dignity becomes stronger and stronger, and he has fewer and fewer opportunities to work with others in person, but his skill does not fall behind.

He grabs the white blade with empty hand and cuts the other side's shoulder with backhand. The whole process is full of breath. A blood arrow flies out, and a few drops sprinkle on his face. The scene is breathtaking, but it has a strange aesthetic feeling.

Maybe this is the so-called aesthetics of violence.

With a knife in his hand, he guarded the door, chopping down a group of young men. He had the spirit of one man holding the gate and ten thousand men holding the gate.

Li futu was not far away from him. He leaned against the angle and slightly lowered himself. He avoided the knife. He clasped his opponent's wrist with his five fingers and raised his right leg as fast as electricity. He kicked him out and knocked over several people, so that the opponent's attack could be postponed.

"Brother Yan, it's not the way to drag on like this. We have to rush out."

Yan Dong came to wipe the blood on his face.

"That's right. If you drag on, Huang Mingyi will probably put all his eggs in one basket and use guns."

Two people look at each other, do not retreat into the door.

Outside, Huang Mingyi took the black package from his hand.

"Where did this come from?"

"Someone sent it to the gate of the theater and said he would give it to Li futu."

"Li futu's stuff?"

Huang Mingyi frowned.

In this case, he had no intention to wonder why someone would send things here even if something happened at the theater.

He weighed the parcel in his hand and found that it had some weight.

Out of curiosity, he opened the package.

Inside is a quartz clock, the pointer is still walking, making a drip sound.

He couldn't help but be stunned, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Li futu, do you see it! Someone's going to die for you! It seems that a lot of people hope you can't die well! Ha haIt's homophonic to send a clock to the end. It's always a taboo to take a clock as a gift.

Seeing that there are still people who hate Li futu so much, Huang Mingyi is not happy.

Li futu and Yan Dong are killing at the door at this time.

Hearing this, Li futu turns to see Huang Mingyi holding a clock and laughing at him. He not only frowns slightly.

Then, he was keen to catch the sound of the pointer moving.

Looking at the clock, his pupils shrank and his face changed.

"Brother Yan, step back!"

He grabbed Yan Donglai's arm. He didn't care to explain. Instead, he quickly turned around and stepped back into the box again. He grabbed a chair and hit it directly at the box window.

"Wow..."

The glass broke in an instant.

Li futu didn't hesitate. As soon as the chair hit out, he took Yandong and rushed out.

They almost crashed out of the window with the glass.

Although the theater has only the second floor, its second floor is much higher than that of residential buildings. Because Yan Donglai didn't react much, he fell down and his knife fell to the ground, which was quite embarrassed.

The theater is located in the downtown, suddenly two people fly out of the height, pedestrians are all sideways.

"Brother Li, what's the matter?"

Yan Dong came and stood up.

At the same time, in the theater, Huang Mingyi didn't have time to wonder Li futu's reaction. Seeing them break the window and run away, he immediately roared, "chase me!"

But he has no chance.

The sound of the clock in his hand suddenly became rapid and then stopped.

Time seems to be standing still at this moment.

Then

"Boom!"

With this clock as a dot, the raging fire exploded rapidly, and the fierce waves came out in an instant. In a twinkling of an eye, Huang Mingyi, who was unable to respond, was engulfed, and then swept the people around him.

Outside the theater, Li futu squints at the direction of the second floor and does not respond to Yan Donglai's question.

Yan Donglai also raised his head.

Soon, he heard a deafening noise, the ground seemed to shake, and then a dazzling fire came out of the window where they had just jumped.

Yan Donglai's expression is frozen.

The pedestrians in the whole street were petrified.