Chapter 225

"Are you Suk?" Lang Ming once met Suk in Fangfei. Although he was not impressed, he recognized him after a moment's thinking. His eyes narrowed slightly. He saw Suk holding the watermelon knife against his brother's neck and did not dare to move lightly.

"brother Lang, long time no see!" Suk has this psychological preparation. After all, even if Lang Ming doesn't come in now, he will go out later. It's better for the two headed wolves to get together now.

There are many scars on his green scalp. Lang Ming didn't expect such a scene. Looking at his elder brother's calm expression, he took a deep breath, and then vomited out: "put down the knife, or you will die miserably!"

"Second brother, you are asking too much! How about another one? I try to be satisfied! " Suk doesn't care. She has a faint smile on her pretty cheek, but her left hand tries to protect Liu Qingqing.

After hearing this, Lang Ming's face was a little cloudy and sunny. He had been the boss for so many years, but he was threatened by a hairy boy for the first time. His anger rose to the top. He clenched his hands and clattered.

Slightly narrowed eyes staring at Suk coldly, like a snake ready to attack, revealing the snake letter.

"Brother Lang, would you like to express your opinion?" Suk's right hand made a little effort, and the sharp blade moved forward for a few minutes. Lang Guang's head unconsciously hid in the opposite direction, but the blade still cut the skin of his neck. I don't know whether it was the juice or the blood of the watermelon, and it suddenly became more colorful.

After just a moment's surprise, Lang Guang became calm again. He didn't expect that a student would dare to make a cut with himself.

The pain on the neck is not very severe, slightly chilly.

"second, let them go!"

Two headed wolf brothers, the eldest Lang Guang is strategizing, and the second Lang Ming goes to battle. Although Lang Ming has always been arrogant and arrogant, he has never violated his elder brother's words.

Hearing what the elder brother said, Lang Ming gave a light smile and looked at Suk: "life is very precious. We should know how to protect it!" Then he reached out and opened the door.

Outside the room, the man named Liu Laosan was still on one side. He was shocked when he saw several people coming out of the room, especially when he saw Suk holding a knife against Lang Guang's neck.

"Brother Lang, let's not hurt our friendship. It's an old saying! How about getting together and scattering? " Suk saw not only Liu Laosan, but also a man in the corridor. He was very fat, about 1.7 meters tall. He looked like he had to go out at least 200 kilograms. He was carrying a 1.5 meter long iron pipe with a machete welded on one end.

At the moment, this fat man, like a ball, is seriously wiping the machete with a rag. He is very attentive. Listening to the sound of opening the door, he subconsciously looks up and immediately rushes up.

"Back up!"

Without waiting for Lang Guang to speak, Lang Ming started to shout and took the lead to retreat. Liu Laosan and the fat man with the self-made Guan Gong Dao followed Lang ming to the stairs.

Although Suk is now relaxed and dare to joke, but as he walked out of the room, the tension in his heart still rose slowly.

There will be a lot of people outside. I have known for a long time that the more people there are, the more variables there are. What we need to do now is to take Lang Guang and leave here quickly.

From the second floor to the first floor, the knife in Suk's hand is always firmly against Lang Guang's neck, and the man doesn't say a word. He walks directly in front of him. Liu Qingqing follows Suk's steps closely. His eyes are full of fear, and his little face is white with no blood color.

Out of the abandoned factory building, there are more gangsters in the yard. From a distance, they all have murder weapons in their hands, such as iron bars, machetes, and self-made weapons like Guan Gong's knife.

All of a sudden, there were almost thirty people, and they all blocked Suk's way.

"All out of the way!" Without waiting for Suk to speak, Lang Ming began to shout impatiently and turned to look at his elder brother. He saw that Lang Guang's eyes were not here, but unconsciously aimed at his waist, which seemed to have deep meaning.

When Lang Ming finished shouting this sentence, the gangsters immediately separated the two sides automatically, and they looked at Liu Laosan and fat man again. They exchanged a look, but there was no other action.

As soon as he got out of the gate, it would be safer to stop the taxi. At this time, Lang Guang suddenly stopped.

Suchton was surprised. Before he could wait for the watermelon knife to move, he heard a Ding sound, like a metal collision. He felt that the blade seemed to have a force, and the watermelon knife suddenly tilted to the right.

And Lang Guang took this opportunity, the body suddenly rushed out to the left, a small butterfly knife in his hand, reflecting light in the sun.

I didn't expect that Lang Guang would have such sharp skills. All the time, this man acted like a wise man hiding behind the scenes, but now Suk didn't know when the butterfly knife appeared in his hand."Chop him to death!" As soon as Lang Guanggang stood firm, before he spoke, Lang Ming had already called out. Liu Laosan and the fat man rushed forward.

"Let's go!" Where did Suk dare to stay? He waved the watermelon knife in his hand. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Otherwise, he would have been regarded as meat sauce by the knife. Now he had only one idea in his heart, that is, to run and rush out.

The more thirsty he is, the more salt he eats. The more disorderly he makes mistakes. Suk is physically strong and runs fast. However, Liu Qingqing can't keep up with him at all. He is like a puppet pulling behind him. Suddenly, his feet are unstable and he even sits directly on the ground.

Suk was anxious, but now he had no time to be afraid. He quickly turned back to help Liu Qingqing, while the fat, shapeless guy, with his Guan Gong knife far away, chopped it off.

"It's over!" Suk flashed this idea, subconsciously raised the watermelon knife, threw it at the fat man, and then pulled Liu Qingqing to one side.

At the moment of Suk's fall, a roar of the car came. It was like a wild animal. It came at a high speed, and then the door was smashed. The iron gate wiped Suk's body and flew directly to the crowd. It was like an avalanche. It not only hit Guan Gong's knife, but also hit several gangsters in front of him. All of a sudden, blood spattered.

A black SUV, emergency brake, the car has not stopped, a burly man directly jumped down, army green tight T-shirt, marching pants, combat boots, a half meter long machete in hand.

"Brother Meng! This way Suk brain a blank, can't help but shout out, unexpectedly already hoarse don't look like.

[author's digression]: all my brothers who read books, send book reviews and reward me, thank you!