Chapter 335 A Promise

The next second, he turned and ran.

Because he saw that the middle-aged woman had taken off the lance behind her and chased him with blood all over her face.

The black-faced man who was pressed under the fat man was very aggrieved. He could feel that the fat man had never practiced martial arts and was just strong.

But the two were too close, and his stick was lost in the fight. He could only punch me and I punch you back.

There was no rules, and the fight was just about who could withstand more.

He obviously underestimated the fat man. The fat man grabbed his neck with one hand, and then clenched his other hand into a fist and hit him in the face crazily.

While beating him, he yelled that he wanted him to pay for his life, and the black-faced man's nose was bleeding.

In a hurry, he stretched out a hand to grab the fat man's face, apparently wanting to blind the fat man's eyes, but the fat man didn't dodge at all, and directly opened his mouth and bit him, and the black-faced man screamed in pain.

The fat man took the opportunity to grab a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth.

He punched the black-faced man in the face again and again, his eyes bulging red.

On the way, someone rushed over to help the black-faced man, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng. He punched a skinny man on the head and almost broke his neck.

After witnessing the ruthless skills of several people, Zhou and his party were already afraid, especially after seeing An Xuan grab one of them, cut his throat little by little with a knife, and bleed like slaughtering livestock, the morale of the army collapsed directly.

An Xuan shook the blood off his hands and let go of the man like throwing away garbage. The man who was dead and could not die anymore fell on his back on the ground.

The vitality in his eyes quickly dissipated.

Stepping on the corpse, An Xuan walked towards Zhou, the butler.

The dagger in his hand was still dripping blood.

The few remaining remnants gathered around Zhou, and kept retreating.

There was no arrogance at all when he first appeared.

Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng both suffered minor injuries. Xia Meng had a cut on her leg. The slightest movement caused blood to ooze out.

Jiang Cheng was better off than him. His arm was injured.

He didn't expect that there were people among these people who could use hidden weapons.

Jiang Cheng chased him for two rounds and finally caught him, and then returned the hidden weapon to him.

The fat man's side was also over. He staggered out, his head and face were covered in blood, and his costume was torn into a mess.

It didn't take much effort. Several people cleaned up the rest of the people like cutting melons and vegetables.

One of the guys whose arm was broken was still bent over and desperately approached Jiang Cheng, opening his mouth wide, seemingly wanting to bite him, but Jiang Cheng kicked him up and he stopped moving.

The fat man held a brick in his hand, which was covered with sticky blood. With red eyes, he was going to settle accounts with the last housekeeper Zhou.

After all, he was the culprit of all this.

Staring at the people who were wailing or dying, Jiang Cheng had a strange look in his eyes. He stopped the fat man and looked at the face of Zhou Guanjia.

Are these people fighting too hard?

In fact, they should have known that they were not opponents when they just started fighting, but these people still rushed up until they were all dealt with, and no one turned around and ran away.

Why?

Some people who were seriously injured and still had breath were not thinking of pretending to be dead to get away with it, but they still struggled to get up and fight with him.

In fact, the final result would not be so ugly. Except for a few culprits, if others ran away, they would not bother to chase them.

Taking advantage of the unpreparedness, Zhou Guanjia took out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed An Xuan fiercely, but An Xuan, who had been on guard, dodged sideways, and then grabbed his arm with his backhand, "click".

It broke.

Zhou Guanjia fell to the ground, he lay on the ground, still struggling to catch the dagger that fell on the ground.

The resoluteness in his eyes was faintly frightening.

"Stop!" A slightly desperate shout sounded, it was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

Two people walked out of the darkness.

One in front and one behind, it was Chen Qiang, who had not been seen for a long time, and the middle-aged woman.

A knife was placed on Chen Qiang's neck. He was caught by the middle-aged woman, and his face was very embarrassed.

To be precise, it should be called hostage.

"Let him go!" The middle-aged woman glanced at the butler Zhou who fell to the ground, then looked at An Xuan and said loudly: "Otherwise I will kill him!"

The blade was closer to Chen Qiang's neck.

But what surprised the middle-aged woman was that except for the fat man who stared at the butler Zhou on the ground with red eyes, he seemed to be ready to rush up and cut him into pieces at any time.

The others just looked at her calmly, as well as the hostage in her hand-Chen Qiang.

There was no sense of being threatened at all.

"I've already said it." Chen Qiang raised his hand and said with a wry smile: "It's useless to catch me."

"Shut up!"

Chen Qiang swallowed his saliva and closed his mouth helplessly.

He first tentatively touched An Xuan with his eyes, but soon moved away, and finally fell on Jiang Cheng's face: "Mr. Hao." He said in a very sincere tone: "You also saw that the things are not with me. I hid them. If I die, I am worried that you will not be able to find them for a while."

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied: "Don't worry." He said in a hoarse voice: "We can look for it slowly, there is still time."

Chen Qiang: ""

The middle-aged woman seemed to have no idea. She originally thought that catching a person would make others more cautious.

But it was obvious that she overestimated the value of this person.

I should have known that someone else would have caught him, she thought to herself.

Xia Meng was silent for a while, then suggested, "How about this, we both take a step back, you give us the person, and we give you the person." She looked at the middle-aged woman, "How about it?"

Looking at the butler Zhou who was suffering on the ground, the woman agreed without hesitation, "Okay." She stared at the people in front of her, "It's a deal!"

"It's a deal." Xia Meng nodded.

Butler Zhou got up and stumbled towards the middle-aged woman, and the middle-aged woman, as promised, released the knife on Chen Qiang's neck.

Turning around, the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand and was about to help Butler Zhou. The next second, in Butler Zhou's sight, a cold light flashed before his eyes.

Warm blood splashed on his face.

The blade of a dagger completely sank into the throat of the middle-aged woman, leaving only the slightly trembling handle outside.

Life quickly dissipated in the eyes of the middle-aged woman, and then the whole person fell down.

The hand that Zhou extended was suspended in mid-air.

Chen Qiang took this opportunity to run towards Jiang Cheng immediately. He did not look back until he ran into his own territory. The woman fell to the ground, covered in blood.

An Xuan's knife was precise and sharp, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Mother!"

The door was pushed open, and a thin figure ran over with a roar, and knelt down beside the dead woman with a plop.

The fat man paused.

Xiao Wan