My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 51 The Rat

The six or seven people to his right had no time to dodge and were completely toppled over by Qin Feng's sudden leg sweep. Erpao and Sanbao missed him completely. Before they could react, Qin Feng had already opened a gap in the encirclement and leaped like a rabbit towards a machine platform a few meters away.

He saw an old mop and kicked it up into his hand.

Erpao roared in frustration. He thought he already had Qin Feng in his grasp. He rushed after him, shouting, "Brothers, quick, he's afraid! Kill him!"

The men who had been swept down tried to get up, only to find that their legs had been hurt so badly that they could not stand upright at all.

Qin Feng was not lenient in the face of crisis. He was there to save someone, but he wasn't acting on orders from above. Otherwise, he would have had no qualms about killing these thugs. The few people who had been swept to the ground were lucky to come out with only a few broken bones.

Now he had a mop pole in his hand. Qin Feng stood on the machine platform, nearly two meters off the ground, his face ferocious. As his opponents were trying to climb up from all sides, he crouched down low and swung his stick in a 360-degree arc, striking four or five people in the face. They fell to the ground, howling in pain as blood covered their faces.

An elastic pole is the best weapon for pole-fighting. When the stick is swung quickly, the smaller its diameter, the faster the speed and the greater the burst of energy would be. In many cases, a wooden stick was more effective than an iron pipe.

Of course, only Qin Feng could wield a stick so effectively. In the hands of the average person, the stick would break if used with too much force.

Erpao and Sanbao had managed to climb onto the machine platform while Qin Feng had his back turned to them. They were both equally swift and violent. Erpao came in low, lashing out with his knife, while Sanbao's steel cone made a quick stab at Qin Feng's waist. If he were hit, Qin Feng would be crippled for life.

Qin Feng stepped forward, his center of gravity pressing toward Erpao. When he was half a meter away from him, he threw out his left arm and caught Erpao's shoulder. Erpao struck with his knife, surprised that Qin Feng dared to face it head-on. The knife approached Qin Feng's gut, but he was ready for it. He leaned far back, out of the range of his knife. The tip of the knife tore across Qin Feng's shirt, but nevertheless, did not injure him at all.

Qin Feng held tightly onto Erpao's broad left shoulder and dropped to his knees, pulling hard. A loud bone-crunching sound came out of Erpao's shoulder. He screamed like a butchered hog, the knife in his hand falling to the ground. Qin Feng could bench a thousand jin. His full strength could be compared to a head-on collision with a speeding Harley. Erpao's left arm was entirely dislocated. Qin Feng pushed forward, getting closer to Erpao and at the same time avoiding Sanbao's sudden stab from the back. Qin Feng's right knee slammed into Erpao's fat belly, throwing him three meters away from the platform.

Qin Feng's inertia carried him forward a couple steps. Hearing the low whistle of the air behind him, he knew the steel cone was coming for him. He twisted his body and executed an unconventional backward flying kick half a meter up in the air in a move inspired by Thai boxing. His foot landed on Sanbao's neck.

Poof!

His neck twisted, Sanbao flew off the platform and collapsed with a clatter in front of the car a few meters away. Twitching a few times, he pa.s.sed out.

Qin Feng had not had a good fight in a long while. A few days earlier, at the back door of the Free Man Bar, he met a guy who was an authentic martial artist and could be regarded as a worthy opponent, but he seemed to have other concerns and did not exert all his strength. This left Qin Feng with some doubts. Meng Zhaolin's people were quite skilled, albeit amateurs. If not for Qin Feng, they would truly be the top fighters in Tianhe.

The remaining gangsters, as one might expect, didn't dare to come forward. With scared faces, they jumped off the machine platform and retreated a few meters, nervous and bewildered.

Qin Feng did not approach. Raising his arm, he looked over those people and said, "Bring Zhang Hui forward."

That guy was a real rat. At the first sign of trouble, he was the first to hide.

But Qin Feng knew that he could not hide forever. If he still wanted to hang around Meng Zhaolin and Tianhe City, he could not abandon his brothers and run away.

Just then, the dilapidated door of the workshops opened.

There was Sister Flower!

She was tied up tightly, her mouth stuffed with a piece of cloth and a black strap over her eyes. Zhang Hui stood beside her, pulling her by the arm.

Then, a pistol appeared in Zhang Hui's hands. The black barrel of the gun turned to Sister Flower's neck.

Seeing this, Qin Feng jumped down from the platform. Zhang Hui nervously opened his mouth, his face ferocious, and growled, "Stop! Don't move."

Qin Feng froze, his hands in the air, but he opened his mouth and said, "If you dare to hurt her, I will kill you!"

That was not a joke. Qin Feng couldn't count the number of people he'd killed. When he wanted to kill, there was no escape.

Of course, his only mistake was on that hillside in the Golden Triangle. Because of his mistake, he did not kill the one-eyed dragon, which indirectly led to the death of Xiao He.

It was because of this that Qin Feng was so desperate to save and protect Sister Flower. As long as Qin Feng drew breath, he would not allow Sister Flower to be harmed.

Zhang Hui, of course, was extremely scared. He'd just witnessed firsthand how destructive Qin Feng could be. He took out Erpao, Sanbao and a dozen elite brothers in mere moments. Truly, everyone fought to their utmost ability, but compared to Qin Feng, they were like puppets, completely vulnerable. Anyone who had been hit by Qin Feng basically did not have the ability to stand up and throw themselves into battle again. This kind of opponent was simply terrifying.

If he wasn't worried about the exposure of the drug business and under orders from Brother Meng to take down this Qin Feng, Zhang Hui would have run away long ago.