Chapter 418: Interception

Qiao Yongkui took a few steps back and leaned against Lin Haoxuan's side, there were the bodies of seven or eight local big brothers lying on the ground, but Qiao Yongkui also had a lot of scars on his body, which showed that these local bosses were also quite strong.

Lin Haoxuan knew that the matter in the hall must be resolved as soon as possible, in case Yan Duo and they couldn't suppress the seventy or eighty bodyguards in the side hall, it would be difficult to get out tonight.

Lin Haoxuan touched his chin and said in a calm tone: "When Bai Ye's thousands of gangs surrounded and killed us, why didn't he say this?" What's more, there are still many of you tonight, even if you solve the hundred guards, the bosses of your hall, and the bodyguards who are alive in the side hall are all several times us. ”

Bai Tang knew that he couldn't win Lin Haoxuan by defending himself, he just wanted to delay time, and he was still full of hope for the rescue.

Lin Haoxuan seemed to see through what Bai Tang was thinking, smiled slightly, and said, "Master Bai, are you still waiting for Wang Jinbo's rescue?" You're too naïve, aren't you? Wang Jinbo has long been very dissatisfied with the bosses of these places, and he can't wait for them to die, so how can he come to save him? ”

Bai Tang was stunned, this is not impossible, Wang Jinbo has always had a lot of opinions about the local boss's private pockets, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no murder with a knife tonight, so that the middle and high-level of the funeral flower hall will carry out a major reshuffle.

The remaining six or seven bosses showed anger in their eyes, although Lin Haoxuan's words were a little discordant, but the rescue was delayed, and their hearts gradually began to think, is Wang Jinbo really going to die tonight?

At this moment, two expressionless people poured in behind Lin Haoxuan, as well as twenty murderous young men, all of whom were carrying knives in their hands, and the knives were stained with blood.

The rain seemed to be lighter, but the cold wind was more ferocious.

Although Wang Jinbo didn't have a good impression of more than a dozen local bosses, he still sent Qian Miao with dozens of masters, as well as five hundred elite gangs to rescue, since the destruction of the Red Wolf Gang and the loss of thousands of gangs in Qimen, Wang Jinbo has been a little stingy in terms of manpower allocation.

Dozens of vans, under the leadership of Qian Miao, slowly marched towards Rongfa Villa, and the vehicles that were originally driving at full speed became slow under Qian Miao's principle of 'driving safely in the rain'.

Some shrewd gangsters know very well in their hearts that this is caused by the power struggle between Qian Miao and Bai Tang, and the slow rescue is Qian Miao's murder with a knife.

Dozens of vans were driving slowly on the road, and suddenly, there was a 'boom' sound from behind, and more than a dozen modified sports cars overtook the vans one by one, and even the people in the cars ignored the rain, opened the windows and whistled to the funeral hall gang, occasionally deliberately rubbing their cars, and some even shouted: "Turtle car, so slow." ”

"Is this still a car? Let's go home and drink milk. ”

If it weren't for Qian Miao's presence, if it weren't for the rescue of Beiting Villa, with their temper and strength, they would have gotten out of the car and beaten these bastards to death.

Some of the Funeral Flower Hall gangsters poked their heads out, brandished machetes, and roared, "Nn, haven't you died?" I don't know if we are a funeral flower hall? Get out of here, or I'll kill you. ”

A rider snorted disdainfully and said, "The Funeral Flower Hall is something, it's not a fart." ”

After the driver finished speaking, he also lit a glass bottle, smashed it suddenly, and the ignited glass bottle was filled with gasoline, and smashed into the van of the funeral hall smoothly.

This fire was like a signal, and in an instant, all the modified sports cars that were driving side by side with the funeral van showed their figures, lit the glass bottles filled with gasoline, and smashed them into the van, and in a moment, more than a dozen vans had already ignited a raging fire, which looked quite spectacular on the road.

More than a dozen modified sports cars saw the success and rushed forward at full speed, looking for the van that was not yet on fire in front of them.

Because of the heavy wind and rain, Qian Miao in front of them didn't notice that something big had happened behind them, and suddenly saw several cars not far behind them from the rearview mirror that were blazing, and they were slightly surprised, and said to the cronies around them: "Ask, what happened?" ”

A big man in a brocade dress opened the window, stretched out his head to look, just saw nearly two-thirds of the vehicles behind him on fire, more than a dozen modified sports cars have swarmed, the glass bottle filled with gasoline slammed into his head, the big man is not an ordinary person, seeing the fire has already known what happened, so the glass bottle smashed and waved his hand to block it.

Qian Miao obviously saw the thrilling scene just now, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop, everyone stops." ”

In fact, without Qian Miao's orders, the van that was on fire had already stopped and was busy putting out the fire.

More than a dozen modified sports cars have already slipped away.

Qian Miao got out of the car in a hurry, and his cronies hurriedly opened the big umbrella and followed, sheltering him from the wind and rain, Qian Miao looked at the nearly twenty vans that were burned, fortunately, the casualties were not large, and he almost roared: "He's the best, who is doing these third-rate things?" ”

No one answered his words.

More than 400 people stood in the rain with umbrellas, looking at the long road and the never-ending heavy rain, and their hearts were extremely low and depressed, but the more depressing and frightening things were not over, because they heard the footsteps.

The neat footsteps did not make any sound that should not be made except for the "click" footsteps.

This momentum is to give people an extremely oppressive feeling.

Under the protection of more than a dozen masters of the Funeral Flower Hall, Qian Miao took a few steps forward, followed the support of the sound source, and saw that in the heavy rain, nearly 100 people walked towards them with neat steps, with great momentum and high morale.

With the help of the burning van, Qian Miao looked at the more than 400 gangs around him, and then looked at the more than 100 enemies, chuckled in his heart, and shouted: "nn, there are really people who are sent to the door to find the dead in the middle of the night, the sons and daughters of the funeral flower hall, light up the machetes in your hands, and give these turtle grandsons to him *** to kill a piece of armor without leaving a piece of armor, I don't believe that more than 400 people can't kill 100 of them." ”

Although the Funeral Flower Hall Gang was suppressed by the momentum of the enemy, they did not dare to slack off when they heard Qian Miao's shout, and more than 200 Funeral Flower Hall Gang members first threw away their umbrellas, showed their machetes, and rushed towards the enemy with a fierce momentum.

Suddenly, nearly 100 people from the enemy also threw away their umbrellas, the two rows of people in front of them squatted down, and when more than 200 people from the Funeral Flower Hall rushed to them, a shout that pierced the sky rang out: "Release!" ”

'Whoosh'......

The sound of countless sharp arrows rang out, piercing the rainy sky, accompanied by the rain shooting towards the rushing Funeral Flower Hall gang.

'Ahh......hh

Countless screams sounded, which made Qian Miao's heart frightened, and nearly a hundred crossbow arrows easily shot the fifty or sixty people who rushed in front of the Funeral Flower Hall, causing the Funeral Flower Hall gang to stop the offensive, and even some of the gang members had turned around and fled.

"Put!"

Fang Tianhong's voice sounded again, containing grief and hatred, thinking that all the crossbowmen he had trained had died under the knives of the Funeral Flower Hall Gang, he couldn't stop the killing machine from surging, and he couldn't wait to sacrifice the heads of the Funeral Flower Hall Gang.