99. Your beauty

 That's right! She is one of the most powerful women in this city, the leader of the Qinghong Gang, Nie Xiaoqing.

She is younger than Dingxiang, but she has become more powerful and more ruthless than Dingxiang. She has ignored all the rules of the underworld and the rules of the underground. She has swept the underground world in the past few years. Wherever the blade points, she is invincible and indestructible!

Anyone who blocks her has become a ghost under her knife.

At present, the Qinghong Gang and the Yanyutang are standing side by side. The two strong women are in opposition. If they can unite, they will unify the world and become the first and largest gang in Longdu. However, there can only be one king. Neither of the two strong women is willing to be inferior to others. They have only one goal, to kill their opponents and dominate the underworld from now on.

Either the fish dies or the net is broken. There is no third way to go.

Two irreconcilable enemies, one is cold outside and hot inside, and the other is hot outside and cold inside, like the two poles of a magnet, they can never come together.

"Honey, I'm so nervous." Ye Chenghuan was about to take a step, but Ding Xiang's cheesy words stopped him. He was scratching his head and brain. If he wasn't waiting to save someone, he would have wanted to "execute" this little goblin on the spot.

"With me here, no one can touch you." He pinched the woman's smooth face, gently took her hand away, and walked to the center of the court step by step.

"Beauty, where are my people? You didn't come to me to chat, did you?"

"I heard that you are good at fighting, right?"

"It's just that your killing skills are a little better."

"Well, let me see how you kill people."

Before he finished speaking, countless knifemen rushed out from all directions, covering the entire court, surrounding Ye Chenghuan like a flood.

There is no doubt that Nie Xiaoqing had made preparations in advance. These knifemen had already ambushed around the court, waiting for the boss's order to chop the enemy into meat sauce.

Ding Xiang on the sidelines couldn't help but inhale. She never thought that Nie Xiaoqing would use so many knife skills for Ye Chenghuan. It seemed that she was determined to kill him.

She knew Ye Chenghuan could fight, but how could she fight with so many people?

There was only one result, death!

Ye Chenghuan was not nervous at all. He blew away the ash on his shoulders, and then did one thing slowly: take off his clothes.

First, the round-neck T-shirt, then the vest, belt, shoes, socks, pants, and finally only a pair of blue and white striped boxer shorts.

Nie Xiaoqing watched him slowly putting the clothes on the side, her face became paler, and she couldn't help but scold: "Ye, what are you doing!"

"I'm afraid that no one will wash my blood." He straightened his back, exhaled, scratched his scalp with his hand, and beckoned lazily: "You can start."

"Kill!" Nie Xiaoqing uttered a cold word, she wanted to tear this hateful guy into pieces with her own hands.

The knifemen shouted and rushed to the center like a tide, as if the fierce black tide ruthlessly swallowed Ye Chenghuan's shadow, the cold blade light connected into a piece, covering the sky and the sun, and the ground was shaking when the footsteps stepped forward.

Dingxiang closed her eyes in pain, she couldn't bear to see the tragic death of her beloved, but she didn't cry, because she was ready to live and die with Ye Chenghuan.

A cold smile appeared on Nie Xiaoqing's lips. She wanted to watch how the enemy who killed her fourth brother was chopped into meat paste. She wanted to use this ritualistic way to pay tribute to her fourth brother's spirit in heaven. She bit her lower lip tightly, her heart was full of joy, and she silently said: Fourth brother, open your eyes and look, I will avenge you!

Ye Chenghuan's eyes scanned the crowd vaguely, and the cold breath dissipated all the bloody eyes of bloodthirsty, spreading in the crowd, as if forming an invisible barrier around, wrapping people's footsteps one after another.

A residual shadow rushed to the left, and when the crowd stagnated, a person's arm was twisted into a twist, and the skin and flesh were torn, like a twisted bamboo pole, even the gangsters who were used to killing couldn't bear to watch.

"Do you like it?" Ye Chenghuan's face just became clear, and the man's body flew out diagonally. The weight of more than 100 kilograms plus the acceleration of gravity hit a group of people at once, with a domino effect.

Before the voice faded, the afterimage had drilled into the center of another group of people, and a hand knife chopped straight on the knife-wielding head, like a sharp knife cutting a piece of steaming tofu dregs, the head was split in half on the spot, and the man fell down before the blood plasma could be sprayed.

Ye Chenghuan's footsteps were chaotic, like a checker randomly stepping on the grid, and each landing point was extremely accurate in front of one or two people. The whole person was still in a high-speed blur, and all the movements of the people on the opposite side had been frozen, and then it was like a pile of dead ashes, which were shattered and annihilated by him at will.

There was no harsh shouting, only a dull hum, and then fell to the ground silently like a grain of dust.

Blood, at this moment, became the cheapest thing, being thrown without hesitation, and the human body was torn apart at will like a blank sheet of paper!

There were no pleasing moves, nor complicated processes, but only the most inhumane fatal blow. Ye Chenghuan directly omitted all the processes and laid out the result of death.

Although she had seen him kill people, the unbearable scene in front of her still made Dingxiang's heart beat again and again. The whole person was wrapped in the cruel breath of death, as if she was the group of people being killed, being trampled at will by the emotionless killing.

Facing the scene of the enemy being ruthlessly killed, she should have been excited, but at some point, her eyes turned red and tears flowed.

Humanity was being trampled by Ye Chenghuan, but as a bystander, she had not yet been annihilated. At this moment, there was no excitement or joy in her heart. On the contrary, her body was empty, and only compassion, helplessness and despair were left!

Ye Chenghuan seemed to have done a simple job of a dozen or so, but the ground was already covered with corpses. The remaining people had already retreated far away, looking at him with deathly pale faces.

At this moment, in their eyes, death means nothing else, that man is the most direct meaning of the word death!

Nie Xiaoqing stood there motionless as if petrified.

The north wind whistled past, but it could not blow away the disgusting blood and the terrible silence.

She had never seen what Shura Field looked like, but she had a hundred reasons to be sure that the Beishan Stadium in front of her had been turned into the most cruel Shura Field in the world by the man's inhumane killing.

"You..." She only said one word, and was suddenly choked by a strong nausea.

After a brief shock, Ding Xiang could no longer care about anything else. She stepped on the dirty filth and ran to Ye Cheng Huan. She hugged him and pressed her pretty white face against his bloody chest, saying, "Husband..." Ye Cheng Huan looked at her half-red face and sighed, "I'm very dirty. If I keep on being so, you'll turn into a little cat." "I don't care. I'm going to be so sick of you, and I'll make you sick to death!" Ding Xiang smiled and cried, but her heart was full of complexity, because she was not sure if the person she was holding was a person! "Mr. Ye, don't be happy too early." Nie Xiao Qing said fiercely. As soon as the voice fell, a group of thugs rushed in from the exit of the stands, pushing a woman, Zhao Ya Lin. These days, she has been imprisoned in an abandoned warehouse. Although she has not been abused, the psychological torment is more unbearable than the physical torture. In a few days, she has become much more haggard. When their eyes met, Zhao Yalin's heart seemed to be hollowed out. She never expected that the man who came to save her was the man she hated, despised and despised the most. Moreover, he came, risking his life.

Is this fate, or a malicious joke from heaven?

Several cold gun muzzles pointed at her head at the same time. She bit her trembling lips tightly, looked out with tears in her eyes, and her eyes were blurred.

Ye Chenghuan's heart tightened, and the urge to kill seemed to break through the restrained beast at any time and break through his chest.

Dingxiang held his hand and squeezed it, signaling him to calm down.

"Bitch, I have done all your requests, can you let him go?" Ye Chenghuan's voice was full of disdain.

Nie Xiaoqing sneered: "Is your brain rusty? If you were me, would you let him go so easily?"

Ye Chenghuan slowly lit a cigarette and frowned: "Tell me, how can I let you let him go.

Nie Xiaoqing silently pulled out a pistol from his boot, loaded it neatly, and threw it away.

Click!

The pistol fell right in front of Ye Chenghuan.

Nie Xiaoqing pointed at Zhao Yalin and Ding Xiang expressionlessly: "Only one of the two can survive. Either she dies or she dies. You can choose which way to go. I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."

Ye Chenghuan froze. This move was cruel and vicious enough. Of course, he couldn't watch the innocent Zhao Yalin die, and he couldn't kill Ding Xiang, who loved him so much, with his own hands. At this moment, he was tangled to death.

But Nie Xiaoqing didn't give him any room to tangle. One cold number after another kept popping out, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Seeing that he was reluctant to take action, Ding Xiang picked up the gun with her toes and handed it to Ye Chenghuan, saying calmly: "Husband, shoot."

"What did you say!" Ye Chenghuan looked at her in a daze.

Ding Xiang smiled faintly: "That woman is innocent. These are all the grudges between me and Nie Xiaoqing. Sooner or later, you will have to pay for what you have done. From the moment you embarked on this path, the ending is doomed. Shoot, dying in your hands is my happiness." Ye Chenghuan's eyes were full of bloodshot, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the knuckles holding the gun were white. He waved his hand in annoyance, "Don't count, you're making my head hurt. Let me do this, trade my life for Zhao Yalin's."

Zhao Yalin exclaimed, "Ye Chenghuan, who do you think you are? Are you worthy of trading your life for mine? I don't need you to save me. I don't want to see you, a self-righteous man, anymore. Get out of here, now!"

Nie Xiaoqing was slightly moved and said coldly, "You are indeed a sentimental guy who can sacrifice himself for an irrelevant woman. In this case, I will fulfill your wish." 

Ye Chenghuan looked at her, "If you don't keep your word, I will not let you go even if I turn into a ghost."

He picked up the gun and just put it against his chin, Dingxiang grabbed his wrist, "You want to be a hero, right? Well, if we die, we die together!"

Dingxiang pulled his arm hard, and all her strength disappeared in an instant. Her body seemed to be electrocuted by something, and she flew backwards. When she landed, she staggered and almost fell. As soon as she stood up, she heard a gunshot.