Chapter 490 (2/2)

Liao Huaqiang didn't know the origin of Qi Chen, but all three of them recognized that Qi Chen was not from the shark gang. Liu Yonghua grinned and said, ”Qi Chen just joined our shark Gang last night. What's the matter?”

Huang Xin said angrily, ”you exploit the loophole?”

Liu Yonghua raised his eyebrows: ”are your four associations afraid?”

Liao Huaqiang said coldly, ”I'm afraid, Qiangzi. You can only win but not lose with Lao Liu's men!”

A tough man behind Liao Huaqiang came out after hearing the speech, but at this time I stood up and reached out to stop him. I glanced at Qi Chen and said to Liao Huaqiang, ”old Liao, I have a grudge against this guy. I'll fight this guy alone!”

The people around me were closely watching the situation, especially Chen Wen and Tu's father and son. When they saw that I took the initiative to fight with Qi Chen, they looked at each other at the same time. There was a sneer in each other's eyes. They thought I was looking for my own death.

Liao Huaqiang, Huang Xin, Xu Sihang and Li Mengting were in a hurry when they saw that I had to fight Qi Chen in person. They all advised me not to stand under the dangerous wall and advised me not to take risks, but I flatly refused and insisted on ending with the guy who poisoned Uncle Chen.

The table in the hall was quickly removed, and everyone stood aside to give us a spacious space to fight alone.

Qi Chen moved his head, and then took out a sharp dagger from his waist. While playing with rotating knife flowers, he looked at me with great interest and said, ”in fact, I came to fight with you tonight, but you dare to stand up and fight with me, which surprised me.”

I took off my watch and threw it to Qin Yong. At the same time, I loosened the two buttons on my collar and said coldly, ”you shouldn't have poisoned my Uncle Chen, let alone appeared in front of me. Tonight I want you to pay for what you did last night.”

Qi Chen sneered. Without much nonsense, his body flashed towards my left side, and the dagger in his hand flashed towards my neck.

I wanted to buckle his wrist with the catcher, but this guy was also very cunning. The blade cut towards my hand. I was so frightened that I quickly withdrew my hand, but I was still touched by the blade. There was a shallow cut in my hand, and the red blood flowed out at once.

I almost did not hesitate to twist my body and swing my arm, and my left elbow hit each other's temple. Unexpectedly, he reacted very quickly and was particularly agile. He even lowered his head and drilled under my left armpit. With a flash of white edge, he had cut my left rib again. The black shirt was cut and my skin was cut open. It was bleeding in an instant.

”Die!”

I even suffered two knife wounds, but I didn't even touch each other's clothes, which made me particularly angry. When we passed by by by mistake, I used a move similar to the Dragon wagging its tail, and my head wouldn't kick him hard at the back.

I still let Qi Chen block it with his hand. He stabbed the dagger in my thigh with his backhand. The pain made me groan and forced me to turn around and hit him on the head. Qi Chen's dagger is very thin, light and fast, and the blade has no blood groove. When the dagger was stuck in my thigh, the blade was wrapped in my thigh because of blood pressure and severe muscle contraction. It would be difficult to pull it out. Therefore, facing the fist I waved, he couldn't take care to pull back the dagger. He quickly gave up the dagger and took a few steps back.

I pulled out the dagger stuck in my thigh with my backhand, threw it with my backhand, and the dagger was nailed to the wooden post not far away. I wiped a bean sized bead of sweat on my forehead, red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, ”jump, continue to jump for me.”

Qi Chen looked at the blood seeping from the wounds on my hand and under my left armpit. I was stabbed in my left thigh, and I was a little unstable. My standing posture became a little like a lame tiptoe. He raised his mouth slightly, sneered, took out another dagger on his waist with his backhand, played a handsome knife flower, and then hooked his fingers at me: ”continue.”