C17 He Fell into a Trap

Actually, the leader didn't want to go and stop Peng Zhen at all, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it.

Because this leader was a member of the Five Lakes gang, Xiao Ya had brought the Five Lakes gang leader to join the Qing Gang, and he was one hundred and eighty people unwilling to fight against Peng Zhen. If he did not stop Peng Zhen and let him in, then who knows how many brothers would die?

Helpless, the leader met Peng Zhen and swung his sword twice. It was just two very ordinary moves. He did not know any martial arts, but he had honed his fighting skills in actual combat.

Peng Zhen was in the middle of a killing spree when he suddenly felt the wind behind his back. He raised his sword above his head and at that moment, he heard a loud clang. Peng Zhen stood on the spot without responding.

On the contrary, the slice knife in the little leader's hands almost flew out of his hand from the shock, his entire body retreated a few steps back before stabilizing.

"Old thing, are you really strong?" As he spoke, he shook his wrist.

Hearing the leader, Peng Zhen's nose almost went crooked from anger. He couldn't figure it out, how was he old?

"You're courting death!" Peng Zhen said angrily. He was ready to teach this damned thing a lesson. Unfortunately, the leader was the first to make a move. He slashed at Peng Zhen's head and exerted all his strength. He looked quite imposing.

Clang, Peng Zhen raised his broadsword and blocked the little leader's attack. Then, he raised his knee and kicked towards the little leader's abdomen.

So fast! The leader sighed and quickly withdrew his blade. However, compared to Peng Zhen, his speed was much slower.

He retreated, and Peng Zhen followed up with a stride. When he got close, he raised the broadsword in his hand and swung it out diagonally. "Whiz!" The blade broke through the wind with an ear-piercing screech.

The group leader did not have the time to retreat. Although the other party was approaching menacingly, he could only brace himself. There was a loud clang.

Peng Zhen's strength was too great, the leader's right hand could not hold onto the slice knife and it flew away. Then, Peng Zhen threw a punch straight into the head's left shoulder.

Crack! Like a kite with its string cut, the head flew backwards. He flew a full three meters before landing on the ground.

The leader struggled to get up. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his left shoulder. He looked down and saw that his left collarbone had been broken with a single punch. Resisting the pain, he turned the knife in his left hand to his right, bellowed, and charged at Peng Zhen again.

When he wasn't injured, he was already no match for Peng Zhen, not to mention that his collarbone was fractured and half of his arm was numb to the point of losing consciousness. He was definitely not Peng Zhen's match.

Peng Zhen smiled coldly when he saw him rush over. He raised his head high and glanced at the leader with the corner of his eye. When the leader was about to get close to him, Peng Zhen suddenly kicked the head's chest.

Plop! This time, the leader was sent flying five meters away. Along with him, he bumped into two other members of the Hong Gate. He was lying on the ground, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

"You deserve to die," Peng Zhen rushed forward and stabbed the leader in the chest.

"Hiss …" Many of the disciples raised up their slice knife s and greeted Peng Zhen.

Of course, the members of the Qing Gang were unwilling to do so. They welcomed the Hong Gate one after another, and a chaotic battle broke out in an instant. Since the leader of the Hong Gate had already died in battle, the Qing Gang led a team of Peng Zhen and beat the Hong Gate until they retreated.

The fight at the factory gate was very intense, and the yard was even more intense. The fighting force of the Qing Gang had all disappeared, and Ren Changfeng was tightly entangled by Tian Faangchang. The Hong Gate lacked effective organization, and was now surrounded by the Qing Gang in the factory yard.

The battle between Tian Faangchang and Ren Changfeng was still going on. Hearing the shouts from the front, Ren Changfeng faked a move to force Tian Faangchang back and then jumped out of the circle.

As soon as Ren Changfeng jumped out of the circle, a head of the Hong sect ran up to Ren Changfeng and said, "Brother Feng, the situation isn't good. The Qing Gang reinforcements have arrived and a portion of them have already rushed into the factory."

"What? Why didn't you stop him?" Ren Changfeng said angrily.

"Brother Feng can't take it!" "We only have a few hundred men, but the Qing Gang is four to five times stronger than we are, and Brother Li just died in battle," the leader choked out. The Little Leader was referring to Brother Li, the leader that was killed by Peng Zhen just now.

"Ali died! Who killed him?!"

"Brother Feng, it's Shura Knife Peng Zhen," the leader cried out.

Ren Changfeng was not in a good mood to begin with, so the moment the little leader started crying, Ren Changfeng's mood became even worse. He said angrily: "Why the f * ck are you crying? Go back and cry and don't embarrass your father again."

Ren Changfeng's anger scared the little leader so much that he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Ren Changfeng, if you surrender now, our Mr Han might not kill you," Tian Faangchang chuckled.

"Bullsh * t, go to hell!" Ren Changfeng picked up the slice knife in his hand and rushed towards Tian Faangchang with his saber, chopping down mercilessly. Borrowing the momentum from the strike, the blade's momentum was too great, causing the wind to howl.

Clank, clank, clank. Tian Faangchang held his saber with both hands and blocked the attack. However, in his rage, Ren Changfeng exerted his full strength. Tian Faangchang only felt his wrist go numb as the steel knife almost flew out of his hand.

Ren Changfeng was unrelenting as he swung his sword at Tian Faangchang's lower abdomen. Taking advantage of the momentum, Ren Changfeng's move was as fast as lightning. Ren Changfeng actually wanted to deal with Tian Faangchang as soon as possible.

It was a pity that Tian Faangchang was once one of the eight great heavenly kings in South Hong Sect, and was currently one of the ten sharp blades of the Qing Gang. Although their skills were not as good as Ren Changfeng's, it was still not something that could be solved in one or two moves.

Seeing Ren Changfeng thrusting at him, Tian Faangchang immediately retreated and then stabbed at Ren Changfeng.

Danglang Ren Changfeng was not like Tian Faangchang. It was impossible for Ren Changfeng to retreat, even though Ren Changfeng's body was nimble and his blade was a little off the edge. However, Ren Changfeng had no intention of retreating when dealing with Tian Faangchang. He blocked the attack with both hands wielding a saber.

Ren Changfeng and Tian Faangchang started to fight again, but the disciples of the Hong Gate were already forced to retreat. Peng Zhen rush in with a large group of Green Gang people to join Tian Faangchang's gang and surround Ren Changfeng

"Ring, Ring, Ring." Han Fei, who was directing from the back, suddenly heard a cellphone's ringtone from his pocket. Han Fei took out his phone and said, "What happened? Tell me."

"Mr Han, if it's bad, there's a large group of people rushing over here. Mr Han, please make the arrangements."

"Is the convoy from the Hong clan?"

"It should be!"

"What do you mean by 'should be, is, is'!"

"Mr Han, this convoy didn't start from Hong Men's base, but from your current position, five miles away.

So, they'll be here soon? "

"Yes, I'm afraid it'll only take ten minutes …"

Pa … Han Fei immediately hung up the phone and gathered the people to prepare his defense.

The news of the Qing Gang's spies were quite accurate. In less than ten minutes, a large number of lights were quickly approaching.