Chapter 1227: How are we going to fight him?
Everyone spread out.
The hooligans started to clear the scene.
Dong Xuebing was on the ground motionlessly after he got hit by seven to eight metal poles.
Everyone thought Dong Xuebing was dead, and they left.
Only a hooligan did not leave. He noticed Dong Xuebing was holding onto his weapon. He was about to shout when the ‘dead’ Dong Xuebing pulled and twisted the metal pole away from him. Dong Xuebing swung the pole at the hooligan’s head. Bam! The hooligan shouted and fell hard onto the ground. His legs and arms twitched, and he could not get up again. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
“Huh?”
“Who shouted?”
“What happened?”
Everyone paused and turned.
They could never forget what they saw. Dong Xuebing gets up slowly from the puddle of blood.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
Silence...
Everyone was stunned.
He is alive! He is not dead!
The leader inhaled deeply. How did Dong Xuebing survive those blows to his head? He is still alive and did not faint. He could still take down one of his men.
F**k!
Who the hell is he?
Why can he stand after those blows to his head?
The hooligans were shocked.
Shen Xiaomei and Shen Xiaoyan almost fainted.
Zhang Longjuan laughed. “I knew this brat could not be killed.”
The twins were speechless as they looked at Dong Xuebing. What is your head made of? It’s too hard!
Dong Xuebing had more blood on his body. He stood up unsteadily and wiped the blood on his face. He touched his forehead, the back of his head, and other places where he was hit. ‘Crack!’ He pushed his dislocated shoulder back into place and looked at the remaining nine hooligans. He smiled. “Carry on. Why are you all stopping? If you all are not coming, I will go to you.”
F**k!
Where did this fellow come from?
Dong Xuebing did not even frown or dodge those attacks. He smiled as he let them hit him. He saw an opening and swung his pole at a hooligan. ‘Wham!’ His pole landed on that hooligan’s jaw and smashed it.
Another hooligan is down!
Only seven hooligans remained.
The hooligans were scared, but fear made them attack Dong Xuebing harder.
Bam! Dong Xuebing was hit on his head hard. He glanced at the attacker and swung his pole at him. The pole landed on that hooligan’s throat.
That hooligan fainted immediately.
Only six hooligans remained.
A hooligan roared and jumped up to attack Dong Xuebing. He put all his strength into the metal pole.
Dong Xuebing did not dodge. He swung his pole top-down at that hooligan’s head.
Bam! Bam!
Both of them hit each other’s heads at the same time.
However, the outcome is different. That hooligan’s eyes rolled up, and collapsed on the ground. Dong Xuebing was still on his feet.
Four hooligans left...
Three left...
One left...
All ten hooligans were lying on the ground around Dong Xuebing. Some were knocked out, and some were groaning in pain.
The one, who was injured the most, stood there as if nothing had happened. Dong Xuebing took out another cigarette and lit it.
Only six men remained in front of the warehouse.
The leader shouted. “Shoot him! Shoot him!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Six shots were fired.
Dong Xuebing turned to his side slightly, tilted his head, and lifted his arm. His movements were fluid, and all the bullets flew past him.
Dong Xuebing laughed and walked towards them slowly.
The five hooligans watching the twins and Zhang Longjuan were scared of the bloodied Dong Xuebing. Their legs were soft.
Guns cannot hit him...
A truck cannot kill him...
Metal poles are useless against him...
F**k! How are we going to fight him?