Chapter 2969 Tragic Melee

After Ye Qian hung up the phone, he didn't call anyone from Starlight Bar, nor did he call Xie Shufeng and others. Instead, alone, he rushed directly towards Sanjiang Road Bar Street.

This is a trap, so Ye Qian didn't want his brother to follow him to take risks. He doesn't know the specific situation of Bar Street now, so he hastily let Xie Shufeng and others pass by, fearing unnecessary casualties.

The most important thing is that if Ye Qian wants to gain a foothold in Chinatown, he needs to have enough records to strengthen himself. For example, Wang Ping'an rushed into a small gang by himself, cut off the leader's ears, and since then broke into his own family business, and now even Hua Hansheng has to bow his head.

Another example is the three leaders of the Chinese Gang, Han Dong, Ye Zhengrong, and Qiu Hanjiang. No matter which one they are, they all have outstanding personal achievements to be able to sit in such a position. If a big brother doesn't have enough outstanding achievements, he won't be able to convince the people below.

And Hua Hansheng is a good example. He just inherited his father's career. After taking over the Chinese Gang, he has been doing nothing, even bullying the weak and fearing the hard. Such a big brother, under his command, few people would be convinced.

When Ye Qian came to Sanjiang Road Bar Street, although it was still brightly lit, there was no hot music like before, and there were no crowds on the street.

"Give it up!"

Ye Qian yelled at the crowd on the street and squeezed inside. Joining in the fun doesn't seem to be a unique hobby of the Chinese, and Ye Qian has also seen it here.

"Fuck, don't you have fucking eyes? Are you in a hurry to die?" A tall white man with a thick build looks a bit brute. Seeing Ye Qian squeezing in, he immediately cursed carelessly.

Ye Qian frowned, he kept yelling 'Give way' all the way, but this tall white man thought he was superior, he turned a deaf ear to Ye Qian's words, instead he glared at Ye Qian, swearing a lot, one can tell that this kind of person often bullies Weak.

Although Ye Qian looked weaker than the white man, when Ye Qian looked at the tall white man, his eyes were cold, like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb, exuding Chilling chill.

"Sharp eyes!"

The tall white man subconsciously avoided Ye Qian's gaze, because he felt that his gaze was like a sharp knife pointing directly at his heart, as if he would die under Ye Qian's gaze if he continued to look at it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The tall white man felt the murderous intent, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and he immediately apologized timidly.

Ye Qian didn't bother to entangle with this kind of person, but quickly walked through the crowd, and finally came to the street of Bar Street. At this time, the bar street was in a mess, and one could vaguely see someone lying in a pool of blood.

The river wind blows, and the smell of blood penetrates into people's nostrils accompanied by the breeze, as if to remind people that this place is a dangerous and bloody place.

Ye Qian couldn't help speeding up, he felt that the battle at the end of the street was not over yet.

Along the way, he saw several seriously injured Chinese lying down on the street, screaming in pain. Many even fell unconscious on the ground, lying in a pool of blood, life and death unknown.

"Damn it, white people gang? I let you come tonight with your life, and you don't have your life back!" As a Chinese, Ye Qian watched Chinese people fall in a pool of blood, the stern voice, the unconscious body. The tragedy, like steel needles, pierced Ye Qian's heart.

"Next door to Spicy, I told you to be arrogant, I can't beat you to death!"

"Fuck, beat me hard, I'll be the one to kill you!"

"Boom!"

When Ye Qian came to the end of the street, he vaguely heard noisy voices coming from a small ktv bar.

When Ye Qian stepped into the gate, he saw more than 20 people beating six Chinese people. Among them, the worst one was a bald Chinese man with blood all over his head. He was protecting his head with both hands. Three or four white men kept kicking with their feet, showing no mercy at all.

The other five people were almost one-sided, only two were still standing, and the rest were covered in blood from the beating, and they had no ability to resist.

"Spicy next door!" Seeing this scene, Ye Qian's anger burst out instantly, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was also boiling.

Ye Qian picked up a bar seat beside him and threw it at the head of the nearest white man.

"Boom!"

The white man didn't seem to react, suddenly Ye Qian who appeared behind hit him on the forehead, and blood burst out from his hair.

At this moment, Ye Qian was like a wolf into a flock of sheep. The endless anger in his heart was like a volcano erupting, kicking the white man into the crowd of the white gang.

"Fuck, there's another one here!" After Ye Qian kicked the first white man, the rest of them reacted, and three white men held knives and sticks and threw at Ye Qian.

"Fuck these Chinese bastards to death!"

"Hack to death the spicy next door!"

Facing the three white men rushing up, Ye Qian didn't say much. Instead of being brave with words, it is better to fight with real swords and guns.

And Ye Qian told them with his own actions that the Chinese they dismissed in their mouths were their nightmare.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Ye Qian's speed was extremely fast, the three of them didn't have time to get close to Ye Qian, they were directly thrown out by the seat in Ye Qian's hand, one of them also hit the bar in the lobby, his head exploded, and he fell unconscious instantly.

Ye Qian's strength made the rest of the white people see it. Only then did they realize how terrible Ye Qian was, and they thought almost at the same time in their hearts that Ye Qian was a formidable trainer, the strongest opponent in the Chinese gang they met tonight.

"That is?"

"Who is that person?"

There are still two people in the Chinese gang who can move. Seeing Ye Qian rushing in, it took a while to put four white people, and suddenly I felt very happy.

"No matter who he is, after tonight, if we are not dead. I will follow this big brother!"

"Yes, it's fixed!"

Seeing this, the two Chinese people became excited as if they had suddenly had chicken blood. They aimed at a white man and kicked them in the air.

In the hall, there were only a dozen white people surrounding Ye Qian. From their point of view, even if Ye Qian was a wolf or a tiger, he would be no match for four hands. Each of them is not an ordinary gangster, and they are no better than three or five against ordinary gangsters.

"Boom!"

"Snapped!"

...

All kinds of sounds of smashing and smashing came out in the hall, sometimes accompanied by these sharp screams, this place seemed to be turned into a slaughterhouse for a while, and the sounds inside made people feel an inexplicable shudder.

More than 20 white people besieged Ye Qian alone, and they were still in this hall of less than 60 square meters. Just thinking about it, you know how dangerous this is for Ye Qian.

But they never dreamed that Ye Qian alone is like a wolf joining a flock of sheep, and the younger brothers of more than 20 white men are like weak lambs. No matter how many lambs there are, they can never hurt a wolf at all. What's more, Ye Qian is not an ordinary wolf, but a wolf king who dominates all heroes.

In less than three minutes, the originally noisy hall suddenly returned to an eerie tranquility.

"this……"

"Oh my God!"

"Is he still alone?"

Several injured Chinese gang members, although three of them fell to the ground and lost their combat effectiveness, their minds were still clear. They all watched this legendary battle scene by scene.

Of the six Chinese boys, one was seriously injured and unconscious, three lost their combat effectiveness, and two barely stood still, but they were covered in blood, and the blood on their bodies was still dripping to the ground.

At this moment, the five conscious Chinese boys stared at Ye Qian dumbfounded, as if they were looking up at a hero, with expressions of extreme awe and caution.

"You stay and take care of the injured brother, call an ambulance." Ye Qian pointed to one of the two standing fat men.

The fat man's injury, Ye Qian knew at a glance that it was not serious, so the matter of taking care of people and calling an ambulance was left to the fat man.

"You, take me to the office of the Chinese Gang on Sanjiang Road." Ye Qian pointed to another strong man and said.

This Sanjiang Road naturally also has a service point, which is a place where ordinary Chinese help brothers gather to deal with some things. Moreover, Ye Qian also knew that the leader of Hong Tianxiong who managed Sanjiang Road Bar Street was Li Hong.

Ye Qian could tell that the people who came to the White People's Gang this time were all elites, and such a small number of people must be a great leader of the White People's Gang.

"Fuck, this is the group of gangsters from the White Gang that Hong Tianxiong was talking about?" Ye Qian cursed inwardly, this was the second time that Hong Tianxiong had framed him.

Ye Zhengrong once said in the teahouse that he asked Ye Qian to spare Hong Tianxiong's life, and he would not interfere with the rest. Ye Qian is also a person who values ​​friendship, and Ye Zhengrong has helped him a lot, so Ye Qian planned to just replace Hong Tianxiong at the beginning.

But now it seems that Ye Qian is about to change his mind. Ye Zhengrong's kindness is certainly important, but for this kind of person who wants to put himself to death again and again, Ye Qian absolutely cannot tolerate and indulge.

"Hong Tianxiong, all of this is your own fault. Don't blame me, Ye Qian, for not giving Ye Zhengrong face in the future." Ye Qian's eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

Fortunately, Ye Qian had the foresight and did not bring Xie Shufeng and the others over. Otherwise, in the chaos, Ye Qian would not be able to guarantee that his newly recruited brothers would not suffer any fearless casualties.

"Brother, I'll take you there right away!" The strong man said, leading the way for Ye Qian.

"Who is the leader of the white gang tonight?" Ye Qian walked out of the hall and asked the strong man.

"It's the Lassie of the white gang! Otherwise, we wouldn't have lost so badly, it was almost one-sided..." The strong man said bitterly. He was a good brother who was born and died, so when he mentioned Laxi, he naturally felt extra resentful.

"Don't worry, the brothers of our Chinese gang will not sacrifice in vain. Laxi? I, Ye Qian, will let them all return to the west today!" The anger in Ye Qian's heart is far from subsided. It's just that ordinary Chinese, seeing this scene, must also be bloody.

ps: I recommend Xiaoxiao Xinger's "Personal Soldier King"!