Chapter 511 Even the gender is different

Another big brother stood on the stage opposite. He looked like a short and strong man. He stretched out his hand and hooked his finger at Zhang Xingwang calmly, and said arrogantly:

"I heard that you are very accurate with your throwing knives. There is even a rumor in the underworld that you can catch bullets with your bare hands. It's really hilarious. But you dare to bring a girl with you. You are really brave!"

Seeing Zhang Xingwang's disdainful look, the short and strong elder brother got a little angry. He signaled his younger brothers to turn on all the lights and shouted at Zhang Xingwang fiercely:

"I have had the back door sealed off. If you want to leave today, there are only two ways. Either turn around and run, or get on stage and admit your mistake to me.

As long as you can come on stage and admit your mistake to me, I can seriously consider letting you go based on your sincerity, but you have to think clearly whether you can take the bullet first!"

After saying that, he pointed at a few silent people beside him. Zhang Xingwang looked over in the direction of his gesture and saw four men standing quietly at the edge of the stage, holding pistols in their lowered hands.

The thin man next to him also leisurely picked up a chair and sat on the stage, adding with a smile:

"There are more than 200 of us here. Even if you count your crotch, you can't hang 200 flying knives. I wonder how good your boxing skills are!"

"Even if I only brought fifty, it would be enough to kill you."

After all, the invincible mode was on, so Zhang Xingwang didn't have that much time to waste. After saying that, he pushed Qu Si out the door.

Then he took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the stage. A group of energetic young men looked at each other, gritted their teeth and rushed over, shouting and yelling. The smart ones even raised their hands to protect their faces subconsciously.

Zhang Xingwang did not hesitate. He raised his hand in a pretentious manner, and dozens of flying knives appeared in the air, pouring down towards the energetic young men.

At this moment, he didn't care about who was most vulnerable and who wasn't. Facing the huge crowd in front of him, he directly launched a fan-shaped fire coverage.

Accompanied by a scream, the younger brothers behind him successfully stopped on their own initiative. After all, the number of flying knives is one thing, but whether they will be injured or die is another.

Zhang Xingwang didn't care about that and continued to walk towards the stage at a leisurely pace. A group of people were forced to retreat one after another by the unreasonable flying knives from the man's hand, and some even fell to the ground with weak legs.

The young men who were injured just now were also struggling to move their bodies on the ground, just to make way for Zhang Xingwang to move forward. There was also an unlucky guy who ran out while covering his neck. After glancing at the flying knife stuck in the other's neck and the blood gushing out, it was estimated that this unlucky guy would not be able to make it to the hospital.

The thin man on the stage watched Zhang Xingwang raise his hand and countless knives flew out. He was stunned for a long time without saying a word, and then swallowed quietly.

He turned to the robber next to him, raised his stiff arm, and gestured to wipe his neck. The short and strong man was anxious and angry when he saw this scene. The fear on his face was visible to the naked eye. He pointed at Zhang Xingwang and shouted at his brothers:

"Let's go at him together. He probably doesn't have many throwing knives left. We must kill him today."

But the younger brothers still hesitated to move forward. Then someone with a quick mind suddenly had an idea. After all, this was a dance hall. There were only tables, chairs and benches here. So he picked up a bench and threw it at Zhang Xingwang.

Zhang Xingwang suddenly noticed a stool flying from behind. After all, his self-hypnosis-like collection did not include stools, so he subconsciously dodged it.

Upon seeing this, the other brothers picked up stools, wine bottles and other things nearby and began long-range attacks.

Seeing the overwhelming things flying towards him, Zhang Xingwang immediately began to concentrate on retrieving them with his mind. He no longer had time to just raise his hand perfunctorily.

As Zhang Xingwang subconsciously shouted "The stars are changing", the thing in the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then flew in the direction it came from without slowing down. The degree of accuracy was even more terrifying. The younger brothers who had thrown things just now all jumped on the spot with their hands covered.

Zhang Xingwang felt that this was a bit exhausting, so he immediately posed with his hands in his pockets, ready to end the battle quickly.

The thin man on the stage looked at this guy and waved his hand forward. In an instant, there was a field of flying knives, and his younger brothers fell and ran away like wheat being cut.

Not to mention his eyeballs, his pupils almost popped out of their sockets in shock. Then he hurriedly put his second uncle down from the upside-down position, and together with the short and strong man, he pushed his second uncle in front of them. One of them held him tightly, while the other pointed a gun at his head tremblingly.

Just after finishing his work, he saw that all the younger brothers had been chased away, scrambling to run out of the door from the side. The strong and powerful brother quickly waved to the four greedy people.

Zhang Xingwang waved his hands twice to clear the people in front of him. Looking at the stage that was close at hand and the younger brothers running out, he quickly turned his gaze in the direction of the gunmen. As the younger brothers ran away, the figures of the gunmen also appeared.

The four gunmen had already raised their pistols, and the atmosphere in the field became heavy for a moment. The younger brothers who did not escape also regained their confidence and hid on the sidelines, shouting non-stop.

The short and strong man stuck his head out to look at the scene and felt that he still had a chance, after all, the four gunmen were standing separately.

Even if he could really catch bullets with his bare hands, it would be impossible for him to catch bullets from four directions at the same time. He had been instructed to empty the magazine directly.

Dozens of bullets flew out, even if his master came, it would be useless. After all, there is no wrong nickname in the martial arts world. The Eight-Armed Arhat who took eight bullets at a time is outrageous enough. The one who took dozens of bullets is called the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. Not to mention the nickname, even the gender is different...

Following a burst of gunfire and the sound of someone falling to the ground, the short and strong brother quickly retracted his head. Before he could even put away the smile on his face, big beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Looking at the gunman closest to them, this guy's body was still twitching, but the bloody hole on his forehead indicated that he would never stand up again. The younger brothers were even more frightened and ran to the backstage at a faster speed.

At this time, a large group of people suddenly rushed out of the door. The short and strong brother looked at the younger brothers who rushed to the backstage, showing an expression of surviving a disaster. He looked at the thin boss, and the two of them put down the second uncle and ran to the backstage.

This time, Zhang Xingwang took direct action and collected the bullets fired by the four gunmen and returned them directly to them.

Looking at the fallen gunman, he used the recovered bullet to knock the thin man's gun down. At this time, a group of people rushed in from outside the door.

Zhang Xingwang thought that the enemy's reinforcements had arrived. He turned around and raised his hand to take the initiative, but he saw that the group of people were out of breath and looked very tired. The leader, Changmao, said intermittently after a long time, "Brother... We... are... coming."