The Road to Slaying God

Everyone in the container looked at the young man with black-rimmed eyes with disdain. The angry glances from some women's eyes seemed to burn the four-eyed dog to ashes, and the young man seemed to feel it too. Seeing the angry eyes around him, he stared down at his toes with a blank expression on his face.

Even Zhang Yang sighs, how fragile love seems in the face of the threat of power and the choice of life.

In fact, Zhang Yang sympathized with this man. In this case, persistence could not change his fate. However, a man with glasses should not push a woman away. Zhang Yang believed that what really made the woman sad was the man pushing her away. Even, Zhang Yang also believed that if the man with glasses was in danger, the woman would probably be willing to use her body to save the man's life...

The moment everyone turned their attention away from the four-eyed man, the Indian Ah San had already approached the steel stairs step by step, and below the stairs was where the two Vietnamese were staying. This was a must-pass land.

In fact, the place where Zhang Yang and the two Vietnamese are staying is the best location besides the building in the building. It is the farthest away from the big plastic toilet and the closest to the vent above the building in the building. However, when Zhang Yang started to come in with a group of people, it was strange that no one was sitting in such a good seat. Now, Zhang Yang finally understood. Obviously, no one wanted to approach the stairwell of the middle floor of this building. This was a Very dangerous place...

What a murderous aura!

Zhang Yang felt that the young Vietnamese man was filled with murderous intent. It seemed that this young man was like an unsheathed sword with its sharp edge exposed.

Zhang Yang stared closely at the hand holding the knife. He wanted to see how fast the young man's hand was. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang was disappointed because the Vietnamese man in his thirties held it tightly with one hand. The hand holding the knife was removed, and the muscled arm was full of strength, making it impossible for the young man to move at all.

The young man glared at the middle-aged man with an angry look, as if flames were about to burst out of his eyes.

The middle-aged Vietnamese ignored the young man's anger and moved his mouth upward. The young man's flame-spitting eyes almost subconsciously looked up at the building in the middle of the building. Immediately, his pupils contracted, like pinholes.

I saw a lazy-looking big man leaning on the guardrail upstairs. On the thigh of the big man wearing jeans, there was actually a row of bright and sharp flying knives hanging on it. At first glance, they were flying knives, because the streamlined shape of the blades was similar to ordinary ones. The dagger is different, top-heavy, and most importantly, there is a red silk at the end of the knife.

The big man leaned lazily on the iron railing, but his eyes were extremely sharp, staring closely at the young man. One of his hands was hanging down, vaguely touching the dark red flying knife wood. handle……

"Bang!"

Just when the young man was looking at the big man upstairs, suddenly, there was a roar of wind. Even though the young man dodged quickly, the huge dagger in the Indian's hand still grazed the side of the young man's head. Immediately, The skin was torn open and blood spilled out.

"Hehe..." The Indian Hand Wrench looked at the young man with a strange smile of disapproval.

"You..." The young man's eyes shot out a ferocious look like a beast, and he stood up abruptly. Unfortunately, his hand was still in the middle-aged Vietnamese's hand. He was pulled by the middle-aged Vietnamese and his body stumbled. On the ground.

"Uncle!" The young man had blood streaming from his forehead and looked at the middle-aged Vietnamese with a fierce look on his face. The middle-aged Vietnamese still didn't make a sound, but shook his head firmly, and his muscular arms tightened Grab the young man and don’t let go.

The young man sat slumped on the ground, not caring about the blood on his forehead. He lowered his head and remained silent. The sharp fruit knife made a violent friction sound on the ground of the container, which made people feel heart-stopping. Obviously, young people are venting their psychological hatred.

The Indian grinned a few times and followed the beautiful young woman up the stairs...

"Hey, this is the sixth woman." Su Dafeng sighed.

"Why didn't anyone resist?" Zhang Yang suppressed his violent mood and asked with a long sigh of relief.

"Resist? How to resist? There are many of them, more than ten, and most of the people in this container are from many countries, and most of them are women. Even if there are men, they are also honest people. If there are more People like me have already killed that group of people, how can we allow them to be arrogant?" Su Dafeng said angrily.

"That's true." Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully.

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha……"

…

While Zhang Yang and Su Dafeng were chatting, there was a sound of tearing clothes and laughter from upstairs, followed closely by a sound of a woman crying in humiliation...

An atmosphere of grief and anger filled the container, and everyone imagined that the young woman upstairs was being insulted by a group of beast-like men.

"No!" Zhang Yang stood up abruptly.

"Brother, you are not young anymore, are you still a hot-blooded young man? They are Vietnamese, and their men have not moved. Why should we be anxious?" The young man teased Zhang Yang who stood up.

"..." Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment and sat down. Indeed, he didn't need to care. There were too many unfair things in this world. Things like the weak and the strong taking advantage of each other happened every day. He couldn't control it and couldn't control it.

At this time, the young Vietnamese seemed to understand Su Dafeng's words. He clenched his teeth tightly and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he was desperately suppressing the flames of anger, and the middle-aged Vietnamese He kept patting the back of the young man's hand to comfort him.

"Unless you are sure to kill them all in one go, you will be in big trouble in the future." Su Dafeng whispered.

"Why?"

"Because they all have underworld backgrounds and are not fugitives. This smuggling route has always been controlled by them. Even the fierce Vietnamese gang can't do anything to them, because they are rich and powerful, and among several The country also has a political background, and their boss is Srivastava, the notorious gangster in India..."

"Srivastava?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but be startled. Although he was not familiar with the underground forces in various countries, he had heard of them to some extent, but he had never heard of this name.

"Srivastava is not a simple figure in India. He has been accused of murder, kidnapping, extortion, etc. and was involved in 40 cases. However, since his arrest in 1995, he has never pleaded guilty to any crime. Delhi police in India accused Srivastava of conspiring with businessman Shah to kill Sunega in 1992. Sunega was an employee of Shah and was murdered soon after he had a dispute with Shah over financial disputes. The police alleged that Srivastava was Thawar hired someone to do it, but the judge ruled that Srivastava had nothing to do with it. Srivastava currently has 6 cases pending. According to Indian law, only those who are convicted by the court will lose their qualifications to run for parliament. Courts often rule on charges years or even decades after suspects are arrested. Among the 403 current members of Uttar Pradesh, 106 have pending charges of murder, kidnapping and other crimes. State member Yadav is also in prison. Won the parliamentary election. Indian media reported that Srivastava was still controlling the extortion business outside the bars in prison, but the lawyer said he was innocent..."

"He is indeed a character!" Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh at the wonders of this world. Not only did he continue to commit crimes in prison, but he actually wanted to run for parliament. Of course, this could only happen in a magical country like India.

"The most powerful thing about him is not just people, but influence. He has close ties with Indonesian gangs, Filipino gangs, and the Japanese Yamaguchi group. This is the main reason why he can monopolize this smuggling route."

"This shipping line does not pass through India, why can he control it?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. It would not be surprising if there were gangs from the Philippines controlling this line, and it would not be strange if there were gangs from Vietnam. However, it would be a bit strange if there were gangs from India. Strange.

"There's no reason. I can only say that the Vietnamese gang is rubbish. There is no other explanation..." Su Dafeng looked at the two Vietnamese with contempt.

"Who are you calling trash?"

Astonishingly, the young man stood up suddenly and actually spoke fluent Chinese. Of course, Zhang Yang and Su Dafeng were not surprised. In Vietnam, there are many people who know Chinese. People like this make money with women all over the world. It’s not unusual for Chicken Head to master the Chinese language.

"You, aren't you just rubbish? Seeing your compatriots being bullied and indifferent, and still at home, hey, if you are not rubbish, who is rubbish..."

"brush……"

The sharp fruit knife in the young man's hand turned into a cold light and fell on Su Dafeng's thick neck like a meteor. At this time, Su Dafeng sat on the ground with a look of astonishment. Obviously, he did not expect that the young man would suddenly attack. , while the young man was half-kneeling on the ground, showing an attack state.

"Say it again!" The young Vietnamese's eyes seemed to be burning.

"You... you... you dare... I am from the Daquan Gang... If you are not afraid of the fight between the Vietnam Gang and the Daquan Gang, just kill me..." Su Dafeng's rosy face suddenly turned pale, still Qiang Zi calmly said.

"As long as you dare to say it again, I will." The young man's eyes were red and the fruit knife in his hand did not move at all.

"Put down the knife." The middle-aged Vietnamese man's deep voice was full of pressure.

"Uncle!" The young man looked angry and seemed to have reached the point where he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Put down the knife!" The middle-aged Vietnamese man's voice deepened.

"Bang!" The young man punched the ground hard, put away the knife angrily, and sat down on the ground again.

The crisis disappeared, and the huge energy gathered in Zhang Yang's arms slowly dispersed to his limbs.

Zhang Yang suddenly discovered that this journey was very interesting, with strange things and strange people...

…

Except for the gasping and tearing sounds upstairs, there was a sudden silence inside the container. Su Dafeng seemed to be a little shocked. He took a long breath. Zhang Yang could feel his heart beating violently. Zhang Yang found that this young man was not as good as him. Looks strong on the surface.

"Why do you know so many secrets?" Zhang Yang suddenly couldn't understand Su Dafeng. It was obvious that this person was using the chicken feather from the Daquan Gang as an arrow. However, it was such a little gangster who pretended to be powerful. , actually knows some secrets of the Big Circle Gang and the Indian Gang. Judging from his performance, he should also have a certain understanding of the Vietnamese Gang.

"Because Lao Mao is my idol. He knows himself and his enemy, and he can win every battle!"

"..." Zhang Yang could only be speechless.

"Do you think I'm afraid of death?" Su Dafeng asked suddenly.

"This..." Zhang Yang was speechless again. He didn't expect that this guy actually said it on his own initiative without any shame.

"Let me ask you a question." Su Dafeng stared into Zhang Yang's eyes.

"Um?"

"Are you afraid of death?" Su Dafeng asked seriously.

"Be afraid..."

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and spit out two words. In this world, it is not easy to find someone who is not afraid of death. After all, a person only lives once.

"Yes, big men like Lao Mao are also afraid of death. What does it matter if I am afraid of death? There is no conflict between fear of death and doing a great career. Moreover, being afraid of death and not being afraid of death are completely different things. For example, if I die for my career , Naturally, I deserved to die. If I were killed by a Vietnamese brat, it would be a great injustice..."

As Su Dafeng spoke, he looked warily at the young Vietnamese who was scribbling on the ground with a fruit knife. Obviously, he was still afraid that the Vietnamese would suddenly go crazy again.

"Ahem... That makes sense. What big business are you planning to do?"

"I said it at first."

"Unify the Great Circle Gang?"

"Yes, I want to twist the big circle of loose sand into a rope!" Su Dafeng's eyes were full of fanatical expression, and anyone could see that he was not just talking, but also taking action.

"Do you have any ceremonial guards?" Zhang Yang asked with interest.

"No, I have no money, I have no power, but I have a brain. During the two years I spent cultivating myself in China, I collected information on almost the top 100 gang organizations in the world. I have a complete overall plan. ..." The young man lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard. However, the voice actually gave Zhang Yang a kind of bewitching power. This is not a simple young man. Zhang Yang suspected that this guy had done MLM work.

"Plan..." Zhang Yang always had a feeling that this guy was a guy with great ambitions but little talent. "Do you know about the Yamaguchi group?"

Subconsciously, Zhang Yang had a desire to test this young man.

"The Yamaguchi Group!" Su Dafeng said with pursed lips: "If I don't even know about the Yamaguchi Group, one of the biggest enemies of the Daquan Gang, then I'm a fool!"

"Haha, tell me." Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile when he looked at this guy's expression.

"Brother Zhang, I see that you are no more than two years older than me. Look at your little arms and legs, which are white and tender. You have a gentle and quiet look. You are Chinese and I am only telling you so much. If it were anyone else, , I will never reveal the news." Su Dafeng said mysteriously.

"Ahem..." Zhang Yang looked at his white and tender arms and couldn't help but sweat profusely. As the level of "The Immortal Road" improved, his muscles were not as toned as before, and they appeared to be well-proportioned. It gives people a very weak feeling.

"Let me tell you a secret, the Yamaguchi-gumi has recently been attacked by the global surname."

"Well, how about it?" Zhang Yang was shocked. He didn't expect that Su Dafeng actually knew this secret.

"I don't know the inside story, and I don't know who the enemies of the Yamaguchi-gumi are. However, I have inferred from some criminal organizations looking for partners again. Also, several drug dealers I know also said that they are related to the Japanese bosses. I can't contact you anymore. Through comprehensive speculation, I believe that the Yamaguchi Group must have encountered the biggest disaster in history. Now is the best time to fight the drowned dog. I must seize this golden opportunity..."

sharp!

sharp!

Really awesome!

Zhang Yang couldn't help but secretly marvel. Although this guy was terribly ambitious, he was not lacking in talent. He was able to analyze that the Yamaguchi group was in crisis with just a little bit of information. It must be said that he was very thoughtful.

"Do you know why I have to rush to the United States now?" Su Dafeng looked around and whispered.

"Um?"

"I just saw that the Yamaguchi-gumi had a problem, so I had to rush to the United States to fight for the Yamaguchi-gumi's territory. This was my only chance. If I couldn't seize this opportunity, I would never be able to do anything in my life. It's rare to have such an opportunity..." Su Dafeng's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"What are you going to do if you don't get the chance?"

"Be a chef..." Su Dafeng said dejectedly: "I am a chef, but my cooking skills are very bad. I can't survive at home, even if I can coax a group of foreigners abroad, I will be a chef. There is no benefit except building muscles, and I hate being a chef, I hate..."

"The chef is not bad. By the way, are you really from the big circle gang?" Looking at the frustrated Su Dafeng, Zhang Yang held back his smile. He suddenly thought of Brother Dao. Brother Dao was also born as a chef and became a rich man halfway. Gangster, I didn't expect to meet someone like Brother Dao again today. Of course, Su Dafeng and Brother Dao are very different, and Brother Dao can be called a real gangster.

"No..." Su Dafeng lowered his voice and said: "Don't tell others. I don't think you are connected to the underworld before telling you. In fact, I just work in a restaurant in Chinatown. The owner of that restaurant He is the boss of the Daquan Gang, so when I returned to China, I claimed to be a member of the Daquan Gang. However, two years ago, I helped my boss take down a life case. I think that when I return to Chinatown this time, I should be able to officially join the Daquan Gang. The circle helped..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else..."

…

Just before Zhang Yang could finish his words, suddenly, there was an extremely quiet moment inside the container. Zhang Yang looked up and saw the beautiful young woman stumbling down the stairs holding on to the railing with a haggard look. Her clothes were in rags and her body was large. A large area of ​​snow-white skin is exposed, and some eye-catching scratches can also be seen.

The people sitting on the ground consciously made a way for her. The young woman who walked down the stairs took a look inside the container with a dull look on her face. Suddenly she collapsed beside the stairs, lowered her head and began to cry.

"Li..." The man wearing black-rimmed glasses crawled to the woman's side and shouted in a low voice.

"roll!"

"Li, I..."

"Go away, I don't know you!" The beautiful young woman suddenly pushed the man away and looked at the man blankly.

"I..." The man tried to defend himself.

"Let you go!" The young Vietnamese man holding a fruit knife suddenly raised his head, his small eyes shooting out a thrilling light.

Seeing the Vietnamese's fierce gaze, the man with glasses ran away with his head in his hands.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

There was a muffled sound of footsteps, and two burly men were seen walking down the stairs, an old guy with curly hair, whose upper body was all fat, and another big man with a beard, at least two meters tall, who walked downstairs. While going up and down, my head hit the top of the container.

The container once again fell into extreme silence, and an atmosphere of fear spread crazily. Some women hugged each other tightly and buried their heads in their chests, trying to avoid the naked gazes of the two people.

(To be continued)