Although Xiao Yu was fierce and powerful, he was facing a heavy siege of more than a dozen people on the other side. As the other side's encirclement continued to tighten, his pressure became greater and greater.

Xiao Yu and Pink Tiger looked at each other, and the two began to approach each other. Sang Gou saw their purpose and shouted loudly: "Splitting them apart!" Xiao Yu slashed out with his left hand, and his right hand stabbed into the abdomen of the person around him. He escaped from the gap and stood back to back with Pink Tiger. In this way, they could take care of each other behind each other.

"I'm sorry!" Xiao Yu said loudly, with his swords crossed the opponent's attack, and the pink tiger bit his lips and fought fiercely with Sang Gou: "You bastard!" The resentment towards Xiao Yu disappeared without a trace.

The sound of the engine of the car suddenly sounded outside, and Sang Gou's face changed. He and his subordinates retreated in the direction of the back door. Xiao Yu looked behind him. Heishahu rushed in with more than 30 brothers. He waved his knife and shouted: "Damn it! None of these kids can be let go tonight, cut them all for me!"

Sang Gou then realized that the back door had been blocked by the other party. Several timid brothers under him were frightened and threw the knife in his hand on the ground. He cursed viciously: "Pujie!" He raised the knife to walk towards Pink Tiger. Pink Tiger held the knife in both hands and rushed towards Sang Gou at full speed. Sang Gou roared and jumped up, and slashed the top of Pink Tiger's head from a high point. The pink tiger's body moved to the right in an instant. Then a forward rush had already gone around Sang Gou, and inserted it into Sang Gou's back-handed heart-wrenching heart. Sang Gou looked at the tip of the knife that was exposed on his chest in disbelief, letting a heart-wrenching scream, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as Sang Gou died, all his subordinates lost their fighting spirit and threw steel knives on the ground one after another. Wan Shan cried and ran towards Hong Fanhu from where she was hiding. At this time, a gunshot suddenly came. Wan Shan's body fell into Hong Fanhu's arms, and blood flowed out of her back like a spring. Xiao Yu immediately reacted, and the knife in his hand swung to the electric light above the workshop through the air. With the sound of glass shattering, the entire workshop fell into darkness.

As quiet as if he died at night, Xiao Yu heard the crying of Hongfanhu, Wan Shan said angrily: "Quiet...I...I may...I can't do it..." Hongfanhu cried so much that he couldn't even speak.

"I...I...I'm sorry...you..." Wan Shan's breathing became rapid.

"I'm sorry for you..." Hong Fanhu said sadly.

"I...I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm...Yu Ge's wine..."

"Stop talking..." Hong Fanhu covered Wan Shan's wound hard, and her cold tears fell on Wan Shan's chest one by one. Xiao Yu could feel the pain of Hong Fanhu at this moment. She had just lost her compatriot brother and now she has to face the death of her lover.

Hongfenhu picked up Wan Shan's body and walked slowly towards the door of the workshop. The moonlight pulled their backs longer and longer. Xiao Yu's eyes were wet. He knew that Hongfenhu's feelings had been buried forever with Wan Shan's passing...

The sniper hiding in the dark had no intention of further action. He must be looking proudly at the sad look of Hongfanhu. Many times, killing a person is much more kind than torture.

The red pink tiger had been sitting in front of Wan Shan's tomb for three hours. When Xiao Yu found her, her clothes were already wet with drizzle. Xiao Yu stretched out an umbrella to block the drizzle that was fluttering in the wind: "Go back!" Xiao Yu whispered.

Hong Fanhu looked at Wan Shan’s portrait indifferently: “Don’t worry about me… I want to be alone…” Xiao Yu put the umbrella aside and sat down beside Hong Fanhu: “If you don’t leave, I will be here to accompany you!”

Tears were circling in the beautiful eyes of the red pink tiger: "I... I'm sorry Wan Shan, if I didn't hit her, Wan Shan wouldn't..."

Xiao Yu was filled with regret. He should have a great responsibility for Wan Shan’s death. If he hadn’t asked Hong Fanhu to help, Wan Shan would not have misunderstood Hong Fanhu fell in love with him, nor would he use medicine to have sex with him to stimulate Hong Fanhu.

Xiao Yu lowered his head, and the rain dripped along his hairline on the stone steps in front of the tomb, splashing crystal water: "If there was any knowledge under Wan Shanquan, she would not want to see you sad!"
Chapter completed!