"Protect yourself!"

Looking at the miner surging like a tide, Wu Bei reminded Wang Shun and took the lead in meeting him.

"call!"

A sharp pickaxe swung towards his head. Wu Bei was as light as a swallow. He quickly opened his body and punched the opponent's nose. Then he took a step back and kicked the other person with his leg.

In the crowd, Wu Bei moved and dodged.

Attacking everyone only uses one move, either swing a fist or flying leg. Regardless of whether it hits or not, you will immediately replace the target and will not fight at all.

This kind of chaotic battle with less battles cannot give the other party a chance to conquer himself, otherwise even if Lu Bu possessed him, he would have to be beaten up in groups.

Long weapons such as shovels and pickaxes do look scary, but in fact they cannot play a role in close combat.

Especially when there are many people, if you are not careful, you may accidentally hurt your own people.

On the other hand, Wang Shun, surrounded by four or five people, was much more difficult.

He neither had the ease of body movements as Wu Bei nor any fighting skills. He was just relying on his bloody nature to do it.

At first, he held a sharp knife and swung back and forth, which really scared his opponent to move forward, but after all, his practical experience was too limited. If he didn't pay attention, he was kicked from behind.

Taking advantage of his staggering moment, three or four people left were crazily pulling his clothes and hair, trying to take the knife away from him.

"Damn, I won't give you any face, I'll give them a hit!"

Seeing that he was about to be pressed to the ground by someone's hair, Meng Le couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed up and kicked a miner over.

The miners were not vegetarians. When they saw their own people suffer losses, two more guys hugged Meng Le and started to fight.

"Dare to touch my elder brother and kill you!"

Liu Zihua yelled and threw down a worker, and several other little brothers also joined the battle group.

The three gangs started fighting each other indiscriminately.

The only person who was quite at ease was Wu Bei. Seeing this scene, he immediately pointed his eyes at Zhou Guaizi who was sitting on the chair watching the battle, and planned to use a move to capture the thief and capture the king first.

"ah!"

At this moment, a scream rang out unexpectedly, instantly overwhelming the noisy screams.

I saw a miner covering his face, rolling back and forth on the ground in great pain, with bright red and eye-catching blood spreading out along his cheeks and fingers.

Wang Shun, opposite him, had completely red eyes, raised his sharp knife and stabbed it at another miner's forehead.

The guy screamed in fear, turned around and ran away, and Wang Shun rushed over with expressionless face.

So, a particularly funny scene appeared.

It was obviously several times that of the opponent, but a large group of miners stared at the same place, watching their own people being chased.

One escapes to his life, and the other chases through big strides.

It was probably because he was too anxious. The miner was tripped by something while running. Wang Shun took advantage of the situation and stepped on the other party's back, bent down and ran to the back of the man's head, and muttered like a mental illness: "Damn, I'll let you pull my hair..."

After finishing, he turned around and turned his eyes to another miner.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the worker timidly stepped back to the side.

Not only was he afraid, but the others were trembling. They were here to fight, but the opponent was completely rushing to kill people, and his momentum was much weaker.

"Shunzi!"

For fear that Wang Shun would be red-eyed, Wu Bei yelled quickly.

"Brother Shun, calm down!"

Liu Zihua, who was closest to him, hugged Wang Shun quickly.

At this time, Zhou Guaizi could no longer sit still and stood up.

"Mr. Zhou, I know you are not short of money. Buying our lives is as simple as killing chickens and ducks, but I believe you must not want a murder tonight, right?"

Wu Bei stared at Zhou Guaizi panting.

"Tell me a harsh word? I'll take out my ten-year income and make peace, let's continue!"

Zhou Guaizi, who was respected as the eldest brother, was so arrogant that he heard this. When he heard this, he immediately competed and waved his arm again.

"I believe that ten years of income is fair, but can you give birth to a son in ten years?"

Wu Bei took out his cell phone and called Jia Xiao's video call.

The door sign of a hospital ward soon appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. Then the screen trembled and Jia Xiao's face appeared again. He picked up the small gas tank at his hand and shook it, then took out a lighter.

"The Third Hospital, Ward 1891 on the Ninth Floor!"

Wu Bei hung up the video and smiled grimly at Zhou Guaizi: "You may not kill us all tonight, but I have the ability to let you send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, will you please?"

"Stalking my son?! What do you want to do!"

Zhou Guaizi panicked and hurriedly walked forward two steps.

"I'll ask you if you believe it!"

Wu Bei raised the door.

Zhou Guaizi's muscles twitched a few times, gritting his teeth and silent.

"Is it a fucking fight? Just the distance between us, I'm sure to kill you eight times!"

Wu Bei thrust out with a quick step, and the tip of his nose almost touched Zhou Guaizi's nose.
Chapter completed!