C118 (2/2)

The ground was already completely occupied by the bloody limbs, and the seriously injured gang members on both sides were lying on the ground wailing in grief. Before the battle truly ended, no one would care about them for the time being.

The visual shock from afar could never compare to the brutality and bloodiness of being in his shoes!

Zhang Jun's appearance soon attracted the attention of both sides.

Zuo Qiang's eyes lit up. He did not underestimate Zhang Jun just because of his handsome appearance. He clearly understood that although Zhang Jun was one year younger than him, but in terms of strength, even he was not Zhang Jun's match. Zhang Jun was really the number one expert of the Chinese Sect, no one could doubt that.

Zuo Qiang knew that he would follow this young man's footsteps and he would never regret it for the rest of his life!

Zuo Qiang puffed out his chest and smiled, ”Big brother!”

Brother? The eyes of Zuo Qiang's group of lackeys shook. More than two hundred pairs of eyes, whether they were in shock or admiration, admiration, or fear, instantly enveloped Zhang Jun.

A faint evil smile hung on Zhang Jun's lips as he nodded towards Zuo Qiang. Qiangzi, you did well tonight. How are your other subordinates? ”

Zuo Qiang said with a stern expression, ”He's one of Big Brother's subordinates.”

”Haha …” ”Zhang Jun was amused by his words. Alright, I think the brothers of the Chinese Sect are very satisfied with your performance. As long as they are willing to give up their studies to join our Chinese Sect, I believe that the brothers of the Chinese Sect will definitely accept them. ”

Before Zuo Qiang could say anything, a thin looking young man beside him quickly said, ”We are willing. The two hundred and thirty-eight of us who participated in this operation are all willing to follow elder brother. We will never regret this in our lives.”

What a group of hot-blooded youths! A group of high-spirited youths! What a group of men!

Zhang Jun said, ”As long as you follow me, I will never give up!”

All of the new members of the Zuo Qiang's class stood up and shouted in shock, ”We pledge our lives to follow you!”

Zhang Jun laughed, ”Then now... You can answer my question now. ”

Zuo Qiang was slightly stunned and scratched his head awkwardly, ”I forgot one thing. I've already talked on the phone, and I've basically taken down everything. Only a few are still resisting, but taking them down is definitely a problem.”

”Yes.” Zhang Jun nodded his head and turned his gaze towards the trapped eighty over members of the Good Martial Alliance. I want to ask, why did you resist? ”

The yellow-haired man who seemed to be the leader of the crowd stared coldly at Zhang Jun, ”You must be the leader of the Chinese Sect. You don't even have the qualifications to question us.”

Zhang Jun looked at him in amusement and sighed softly, ”If you don't want to answer, then there's no need for you to live!”

Zhang Jun gently nodded his head.

”Bang!” A clear gunshot rang out, shaking the entire bloody dance floor. A large hole immediately appeared in the yellow-hair's forehead, and it went straight through his entire head.

”Hiss …” The remaining members of the Alliance trembled as they looked at the empty gun barrel that was raised by Su Xiang with fear in their eyes.

”A bunch of idiots. Qiangzi, you just wait and see. Other than those who are willing to submit, you can take care of the rest. ” Zhang Jun sneered as he turned around and walked out. When he reached the main entrance, he stopped and said, ”I need to remind you all that the Good Martial Alliance is already a thing of the past. Your three bosses have all died. However, I still hope that you can think about it with your 'head'. ”

The next day, when the sun rose in the east, Anan, who had been through a night of bloodshed, finally took off his bloodstained clothes again.

All the bloody marks had long since been cleaned up and cleaned up, leaving not a single trace behind.

Zhang Jun, who hadn't slept at all since the second half of the night, quietly stood in his office in the Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens, looking at the people hurrying down the street to earn a living.

A night of hard work, a night of bloodshed and cruelty. In this era of flashing blades and flashing swords, who could really laugh to the end? That night, the human world was like an unparalleled purgatory. The scythe of the god of death ruthlessly took away one fresh life after another. They were born for war, they slaughtered for blood, they fought for the sake of their mission. Become another miracle of this era?