Return Of The Soldier King Chapter 138 Fighting In The Rain!

After all, a gla.s.s shard was not a throwing knife. It was much lighter and thinner, so Ye Fei had to use more strength to throw it, and the sharp edges dug into his skin.

For a moment, the hitmen looked a little panicky and retreated a few steps, looking at each other for rea.s.surance, but in the next moment they began to advance again.

These men were not afraid of death. They must have killed plenty of people in the past.

Ye Fei never thought he would encounter such a dangerous situation in a city like Shanghai. After all, Shanghai was one of China's first-tier cities, given special attention by the government.

However, the people in that alley were not common criminals. Their valor and cunning indicated they were seasoned professionals.

Ye Fei was confident that, with his physical strength, speed and the gla.s.s in his hands, it would be no problem for him to beat these people. Even if they were armed, they would never get close enough to touch him.

The problem was, he was stuck in a narrow alley.

"Who the h.e.l.l wants me dead?" Ye Fei racked his brain, but came up with nothing.

The one who could employ so many a.s.sa.s.sins had to be a powerful figure with enormous wealth.

Moreover, this person's mind was vicious and rigorous, having thought through almost every aspect of the a.s.sa.s.sination - it was only pure luck that it started raining just then, saving Ye Fei from the lime powder.

Ye Fei went through everyone he knew in his mind, but failed to see how any of them could have organized this attack.

The hitmen were not fl.u.s.tered, and attacked together with their machetes raised. Just one good chop would be enough to end the fight.

In response, Ye Fei roared and swung both arms furiously, blanketing the alley with broken gla.s.s.

It was a unique trick of the Ye family: Stars Over The Sky.

Broken gla.s.s tore through the rain and peppered the hitmen like a hail of bullets.

Ye Fei calculated that taking them all was unrealistic in this situation.

If they were in an open area and in his hands was not broken gla.s.s but a set of proper darts, Ye Fei wouldn't worry for a second. But now, he could only run for his life.

Seven or eight men fell back with a wail, covering their bloodied faces, but the rest were already closing in, swinging their heavy machetes at him.

Ye Fei had thrown all the broken gla.s.s in his hands and was now completely unarmed. He jumped up one of the walls of the alley, bounced off, and smashed his foot into the nearest man's face. The guy felt like he kissed a moving train and collapsed to the ground unconscious, blood streaming from his broken nose and teeth.

After that, Ye Fei suddenly ran up the wall like a gecko and his hands caught the railing of a second-floor fire escape just as gravity threatened to pull him back down.

For a second, the hitmen stood completely dumbfounded and watched him strain to pull himself over the railing. By the time someone tried to swing a machete at his dangling legs, he was already out of reach.

A few of the killers tried to climb up after him, but with the c.u.mbersome machetes securely bound to their hands by bandages, they found themselves at an unexpected disadvantage.

Relying on his keen situational awareness, Ye Fei found their biggest weakness.

Now, no matter how ferocious and cunning these professional killers were, they could only helplessly watch as Ye Fei made his escape.

Suddenly, another figure rushed into the alley with an angry roar.

In the dim light of the setting sun, Ye Fei identified a man with bright red hair. He stopped climbing and looked down with consternation. "Fire Dragon?! What the h.e.l.l is he doing here?"

Fire Dragon had been watching the action from around the corner since the beginning, but now he decided to get involved. The hitmen quickly cleared a path for him.

Everyone thought Fire Dragon would jump onto the fire escape and drag Ye Fei back down.

To everyone's surprise, he stopped at the bottom and firmly grabbed the metal supports propping it up against the side of the building, his bulging muscles straining so hard his black leather vest began to rip apart.

"Boy, you should come down here and face me…"

Fire Dragon growled through gritted teeth, and propped up one of his legs against the wall to pull even harder. To everyone's amazement and Ye Fei's alarm, the metal supports began to slowly buckle and bend in his hands with an ear-piercing creak.

Bang!

The bolts snapped and the rusty old fire escape almost instantly collapsed under its own weight, throwing Ye Fei back down to street level.

Ye Fei reacted quickly and managed to roll with his fall, avoiding injury.

However, one of the killers managed to cut him.

The long machete dragged across his back, the sharp blade slicing open his coat and shirt, leaving behind a large bloodstain.

Sharp, stinging pain exploded from his back. He could feel the warm liquid soak into his clothes.

This was it.