"Ha?
Haha!
Hahaha … "
Ma Sanchun shouted and then started to laugh wildly. He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. He hugged his stomach and squatted on the ground. Just as he squatted down, he shouted, "Kill …"
Before he finished his sentence, he rolled to the side. More than twenty men waved their weapons and charged at Huang Quan. A few of them cursed and crawled up from the half-dead woman's body. They grabbed their weapons and charged at Huang Quan without wearing any pants.
Huang Quan's plan was to capture the ringleader first. He didn't expect Ma Sanchun to be so cunning. He escaped while laughing and then attacked first. This made Huang Quan, who had little experience in street fights, almost suffer a big loss.
Huang Quan was not far from those people. Then, he was surrounded at close range. At the critical moment, he used his thumb to grab the handle of his stiletto and stabbed it into a man's neck. He exerted strength in his right arm and used the stiletto to push the guy who was covering his throat and rolling his eyes towards the others. Then, he let go of the stiletto and fell to the ground, barely escaping the encirclement.
Ma Sanchun's men were all desperados. They didn't give up just because their comrade was killed. They pushed away their half-dead comrade and shouted loudly. They rushed towards Huang Quan who was rolling on the ground.
After rolling three times, Nether stopped moving. He raised his M1911A and fired seven consecutive shots. Before the sound of the seven gunshots faded away, the frenzied shouting stopped. Six bloody corpses fell to the ground with their eyes wide open. They didn't expect Nether's marksmanship to be so accurate and his shooting speed to be so fast.
"Kill … Kill him. One thousand catties of rice each, one thousand catties!" Ma Sanchun's crazy roar came from behind.
The remaining men rushed towards Huang Quan again.
Huang Quan laughed. He held the spare Type-92 pistol in his hand. The magazine of fifteen bullets was twice that of the M1911. Huang Quan easily raised the pistol …
"Be careful!"
A childish and sharp warning sounded behind Yomi. Yomi cursed inwardly and charged forward. His fingers pulled the trigger repeatedly. As he fired, a pair of large hands climbed onto Yomi's right hand that was holding the gun, and a huge force pulled Yomi to the side.
Time seemed to slow down. Everything that appeared in Yomi's eyes seemed to be playing in slow motion. Heavy breathing, deep beast-like roars, unkempt hair, and bulging pupils flashing with madness.
"Bang …" Huang Quan lowered his head and hit the man's brow. The man let go of Huang Quan's wrist and screamed while holding the Type-92 pistol in his right hand.
A woman let out a trembling scream and hugged Huang Quan's waist, refusing to let go no matter what. "Bang!"
The sturdy hand of the spear fiercely smashed onto the back of Huang Quan's hand, which was interlocked with his ten fingers. The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out. The woman howled crazily behind Huang Quan, her broken hands once again hugged Huang Quan even tighter. The crazy woman did not feel any pain for the five hundred kilograms of illusory rice. She only wanted to hug Huang Quan tightly, and nothing else.
Facing the various weapons that were about to hit his body, Huang Quan did not panic. He turned his body sideways and used his elbow to clamp the woman's back. His five fingers gripped the woman's belt tightly and exerted force from his waist, throwing the woman out. The huge force caused the woman to lose her grip and flew into the air, flying towards the men that were charging towards Huang Quan.
Those men would not be softhearted. They would save the woman because she had helped them. Three wooden rods as thick as an arm smashed onto the woman's body. Two shiny knives slashed onto the woman's body. The woman was dismembered. The three parts of her body fell to the ground one after another. Blood filled the sky and drenched the men and Huang Quan.
Huang Quan could not avoid the blood. It was the man that he knocked down who was hugging his right leg tightly. He did not have time to waste on that man. He raised his gun and blew off the man's skull.
Just as he was about to turn around, he found that the man who was still convulsing refused to let go of his leg. In desperation, Huang Quan prepared to continue shooting.
A long rod whistled through the air and smashed towards his forehead. Behind the long rod, there were more knives that had just been raised.
"Ha!"
Huang Quan lowered his head and slammed into the arms of the man holding the knife. Compared to being stabbed, he would rather be hit by a rod.
"Bang …" "Bang …" There were two loud sounds. One was the sound of Huang Quan's pistol shooting at the heart of the man holding the knife. The other was the muffled sound of the long rod falling on his back.
When Huang Quan met the long rod, his tensed back suddenly loosened. He straightened his body and fiercely kicked the body of the man holding the knife with his left foot. The body flew and smashed into the men that were chasing after him. The pistol fired three times in a row. Three bullets smashed the head of the man who raised the rod again.
After the bullets in the pistol were fired, Huang Quan regretted it. He should not have used three bullets on one person out of anger. It was useless to regret. Huang Quan lay on the ground and kept rolling until a big foot appeared in front of him.
Huang Quan did not look at the owner of the big foot. As long as it was not wearing military shoes, it was an enemy. The dead man was still hugging his right leg. Huang Quan could only lean his body and use his left foot to kick the man's leg.
The man with a strong smell of blood fell on Huang Quan on the ground. Huang Quan let the man fall on him. He pressed the muzzle against the man's chin and pulled the trigger.
After the gunshot, the man with a bloody nose and swollen face stared at Huang Quan's eyes. Blood spurted out from the hole in his chin and onto Huang Quan. It was the man who was beaten up. This half-dead man could not resist the temptation of rice and came to kill Huang Quan.
Huang Quan pushed the man away. He opened his bloodstained eyes and looked around. In a short period of time, Huang Quan had killed more than ten people. With the continuous thrilling and unexpected events, he forgot how much ammunition he had left in his pistol. In the chaotic scene, there were enemies everywhere. He did not have time to reload. He would not run away. There were only dead Huang Quan, no cowards who ran away.
"Bang bang bang …" The blood blurred his vision. Huang Quan could not see clearly who was rushing towards him. He could not even see if he had shot them or not. He did not care about anything. As long as he fired the bullets in his pistol, everything would be fine.
Blurry figures fell to the ground one after another. The people who fell didn't reduce the madness of the others. After tasting true hunger, death was indeed nothing. The constant burning of the stomach could drive a normal person crazy. For these survivors who struggled on the line between life and death every day, they would rather be beaten to death than starve to death.
"Ao …" A figure let out a savage growl and pounced. "Bang …" The man fell to the ground and let out a muffled groan. Huang Quan turned his body and grabbed the pistol. The handle of the pistol hit the man's temple. Blood splattered. The man lay on the ground and twitched violently.
His greatsword reflected a blinding light under the sun as he viciously swung it down. * Poof … * The sharp blade cut into a sturdy body and got stuck in his spine. Yomi tossed away the corpse that was blocking his chest and reached out with his left leg to hook onto that person's heel, bringing him to the ground.
The splashing sand of the man fell to the ground had not yet settled. The handle of the pistol, stained with fresh blood, hit the middle of the man's eyebrows. A large piece of his forehead could be seen with the naked eye. The man stopped breathing immediately. His body did not even twitch.
Huang Quan threw the pistol away. He grabbed the broadsword in the man's hand and slashed it on the ground. He cut off the two arms that were hugging his legs. His right leg immediately relaxed. Huang Quan stepped on the corpse and used the force to send himself out.
Another man leaped into the air and landed where Huang Quan was lying. Before the man could do anything, Huang Quan exerted force in his abdomen and sat up. The broadsword in his hand slashed in a semicircle at the back of the man's head. Blood splattered everywhere. The man's head was split in half.
Killing three people in a row made the others slow down. The last man died so miserably that these people, who were used to seeing death, were a little frightened. Then there was a shrill howl. The others rushed forward again. Huang Quan's horror was not comparable to the cuteness of the food.
Huang Quan took the opportunity to wipe off the slightly dry blood in his eyes. At least he could see clearly whether the person was a man or a woman. In his line of sight, there were both men and women rushing at him. Almost all the poor people who were being taxed rushed at him. For these people, Huang Quan really did not know whether he should feel pity or laugh at them. Could they really get the food by killing him?
Huang Quan struggled to climb up from the ground and took the initiative to kill those men and women with ferocious expressions. Whether they were poor people or not, at this moment, they were all Huang Quan's enemies. Facing his enemies, Huang Quan would not be soft-hearted. After killing so many people in a row, he poured out the accumulated killing intent in his heart, making him feel like he was floating.
Yomi howled loudly as he sliced the crazed people in half with his katana. A katana swung at him, aiming for his neck, but Yomi ignored it and casually slashed a wooden stick away. Then, he swung his wrist forward with the force of his swing, cutting off the neck of the person holding the stick. Then, he raised his left hand, which was covered in plaster and splint, to block the blade. He wanted to use his left hand to exchange for that person's life …
"Bang …"