The next moment, a subordinate from behind ferociously struck Wan Yunting's back with a club, causing him to stumble. The searing pain on his back stimulated him, and he turned his head to glare furiously at the thug who had hit him, exuding an invisible killing intent.
In this hellish scene, Wan Yunting's wolf-like gaze terrified the subordinate to the point where he immediately collapsed onto the ground, his face a mask of abject fear, his body trembling violently as he scrambled backward…
Facing Wan Yunting's god-like ferocity, over a hundred people had already fallen. The cries of pain and agony further incited the other thugs and youths around them. They had never witnessed such a brutal spectacle. Seeing Wan Yunting as if he were unkillable, with a cleaver in his left hand that dripped blood from its blade, and a blood-stained steel pipe clenched tightly in his right…
At this moment, Wan Yunting's eyes were bloodshot. His entire aura turned menacing. Facing the thug who incessantly pleaded for mercy in Thai, Wan Yunting's gaze was devoid of any emotion. With a swift movement, he severed the thug's entire left arm at the shoulder, eliciting a piercing scream…
This petrified the surrounding thugs who were about to charge. They looked at Wan Yunting with fear-stricken faces, finding him too terrifying.
From the high platform, Silver Hair stood up, glaring at the scene below, his face contorted in rage. He waved his hand and roared, "What are you standing around for? Kill him! Kill him!"
Perhaps witnessing Wan Yunting's terrifying combat prowess now made Silver Hair apprehensive. He finally understood why Brother Long had repeatedly instructed him to kill this Chinese man, no matter the cost. If such a formidable person were not eliminated, they would be the ones to die!
"Kill!" Silver Hair let out a furious roar. Some of the surrounding thugs, their nerves stimulated by drugs, uncontrollably charged towards the center of the plaza, their feet trampling on Wan Yunting amidst the blood…
With someone leading the charge, others also shouted and waved their knives and clubs, pressing in on Wan Yunting. The plaza plunged back into a brutal melee…
At this moment, Wan Yunting was like a demon from hell. With every swing of his cleaver and every strike of his steel pipe, blood splattered. Cries of agony echoed across the plaza, the scene a visually explosive impact, akin to watching a movie…
Rumble…
Suddenly, a deep thunderclap sounded from the sky. Accompanied by dense, dark clouds, a torrential downpour began. Wan Yunting and the numerous thugs remained locked in combat. The rain washed the blood on the concrete ground into the drainage ditches, flowing towards the distant soil…
The melee continued. Perhaps seeing countless brothers fall in the blood, the thugs also became bloodthirsty, fearlessly lunging at Wan Yunting. The clanging of knives and clubs echoed through the sky, soon to be drowned out by the thunder…
Silver Hair, soaked to the bone by the rain on the high platform, his eyes wide, watched the intense battle on the plaza that had lasted for about twenty minutes. Yet, Wan Yunting still stood firm in the center of the plaza, like a fierce tiger that had stumbled into a thousand-strong army, leaving behind only blood and screams wherever he went…
"Up…" Deeply shaken, Silver Hair turned to his dozen or so subordinates, his capable enforcers, each with several lives on their hands. Armed with cleavers, they leaped directly from the high platform, pushing aside the useless thugs and charging into the center of the plaza. They saw Wan Yunting, drenched and with blood on his face, unsure if it was his own or that of the thugs…
*Whoosh…*
After nearly half an hour of continuous fierce fighting, countless bodies lay at Wan Yunting's feet. But he was not faring much better. His left arm had been slashed by knives, and blood was flowing… His back also bore several cuts and had taken many blows from steel pipes. Under the stimulation of the rain, his body trembled slightly…
However, his hands still tightly gripped the cleaver and the steel pipe. The blade of the cleaver was nicked, and the steel pipe was bent, but they remained as unyielding as Wan Yunting's gaze. He was like a trapped wolf, glaring fiercely at the surrounding thugs…
"Kill…" Amidst the crowd, Silver Hair's dozen or so elite enforcers let out a roar. The surrounding thugs once again pressed in on Wan Yunting…
"Kill…" At this moment, Wan Yunting's eyes were bloodshot, his ferocious killing intent radiating outwards. Gripping his cleaver and steel pipe, he once again met the charge of the thugs…
Clang, clang, clang… The sound echoed, and the heavy rain continued to pour. A large lamp short-circuited and exploded from the rain. A bolt of lightning flashed, momentarily illuminating the plaza. Wan Yunting carved out a path of destruction, and then he was seen being beaten down. Everyone swarmed forward, intending to overwhelm Wan Yunting and hack him to death…
Boom!
A deafening thunderclap stunned everyone present, their eardrums ringing. At this critical moment, Wan Yunting once again rose from the pool of blood. However, his stamina was plummeting. After such a prolonged and intense melee, no matter how skilled he was, he succumbed to exhaustion, for he was, after all, human…
Crack!
Rumble…
A flash of lightning accompanied the rolling, deafening thunder. In the center of the plaza, under the pouring rain, Wan Yunting gripped his cleaver, using it to support himself on the ground. His entire left arm trembled. His right hand's steel pipe had been knocked away, and his wounded arm hung limply, blood dripping from his fingertips…
Yet, despite his depleted stamina, Wan Yunting's eyes remained incredibly resolute. He stared fixedly at Silver Hair and his men, who had descended from the high platform. The surrounding thugs all retreated.
Silver Hair's pristine white leather shoes stepped into the blood, and he slowly walked towards Wan Yunting. Watching his subordinates fall and cry out in pain, Silver Hair felt a mix of shock and admiration.
"I have to admit, you're a formidable fighter!" Silver Hair paused, his white leather shoes stained red with blood. He looked at Wan Yunting, who was kneeling on one knee and gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.
"But what good is your fighting prowess now that you've fallen?" At this moment, Silver Hair's distorted face wore a smug smile. While he admired Wan Yunting's fighting ability, he knew that even the most skilled could not withstand a mob's overwhelming numbers and relentless attacks. As the saying goes, "Even the best fighter cannot fend off an army of attackers."
With effort, Wan Yunting used his left hand to brace himself on the cleaver, slowly standing up. His breathing was unsteady, and his legs faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his footing. Facing Silver Hair, Wan Yunting closed his eyes and took a deep breath…
After about fifteen seconds, he slowly opened his bloodshot, fierce eyes and spoke in a calm, cold tone, "Bring out my niece. I want to see her!"
"Hahaha…" Silver Hair let out a burst of laughter. He looked at Wan Yunting, who was now like fish on a chopping board. "Knowing that death is imminent, you want to see your niece one last time?"
Wan Yunting stared intently at him, saying nothing further.
"But it's a pity!" Silver Hair's arrogant face twisted into a sinister grin. He took a few steps forward, followed by his umbrella-holding subordinates. They all regarded Wan Yunting with extreme caution, not daring to slacken even slightly…
Silver Hair took two steps closer and said to Wan Yunting with a sinister smile, "You will never see her again!"