Chapter 86: Elevator War God

"Clatter!" Chen Jiajun opened the car door, stepped out, and walked forward slowly.

"Boom!"

The cargo door opened, and there stood Lao E, face calm, holding a Machete at the entrance of the container.

This scene was like a world-famous painting.

In that narrow space, facing the surrounding slashes of dozens of blade-wielders, he had cut them all down!

One battle to become a legend!

"Well done, get in the car!"

Chen Jiajun nodded, climbed into the driver's seat, started the car, and the Mercedes-Benz turned around.

Several other Hell Knights acted quickly, rushing into the truck, chasing out the trembling driver, closing the cargo door, and driving the truck toward the underground garage.

Arriving at the underground garage, Chen Jiajun got out of the car, immediately placed his hand on the truck's cargo hold, and silently thought: "Store!"

The next moment.

The truck, along with the corpses, appeared inside the Personal Space that came with the system.

Before Chen Jiajun could make his next move, Sha Qiang's Mercedes-Benz rushed into the garage. As he got out, he waved his hands anxiously: "Brother Jun, it's an ambush! Run quickly!"

His voice had barely faded.

"Screech!"

Over a dozen cars drove into the underground garage in unison, and one of the vans headed straight for Sha Qiang!

Sha Qiang was sent flying by the impact, spat out a mist of blood, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness!

Hundreds of men in black rushed out from the dozen or so cars!

The dense crowd was endless, and the leader was the subordinate of Fei Gou whom they had seen at the Pier that morning—Lan Duguai!

The Hell Knights drew their weapons one after another, surrounding Chen Jiajun in the middle, as a bloody battle prepared to unfold!

"Don't waste time talking to them! Hack them to death! Whoever finishes off Jing Jun gets 1 million!" Lan Duguai roared.

Countless Macau blade-wielders charged straight up.

"Charge!"

Dumu and Lao E, facing blade-wielders several times their number, wore ferocious expressions.

"Swish!"

A flash of cold light flickered; Lao E had actually severed the right hand of the blade-wielder at the very front.

With another slash, the blade snapped the opponent's Machete in two, its momentum undiminished!

Fresh blood sprayed all over Lao E's face; Lao E kicked the man away, sending him crashing into several other charging blade-wielders.

"Brothers, get them for me!"

"Money, women, and status are right before your eyes!"

Seeing the blade-wielders hesitating due to Lao E's imposing presence, Lan Duguai shouted loudly.

"Kill!"

Stimulated by the money, the blade-wielders let out an angry roar and charged again!

As long as they finished off these two, they could ascend to the heavens in one step!

Dumu lunged and smashed; his 2.2-meter frame was his most powerful weapon. Once this muscle tank went berserk in the crowd, no one could stop him; blade-wielder after blade-wielder was sent flying by him, never to rise again.

And this was only while he was playing around; otherwise, if he went all out, a single slap could turn a person into a mist of blood.

Chen Jiajun was not to be trifled with either; his physical fitness, having been enhanced by several bottles of Potion, had already surpassed the Lesser Demon Slaves and Hell Knights.

He wrapped his fist with a towel and sent a charging blade-wielder flying with a single punch.

Then, with a leg strike from top to bottom, he slammed into another blade-wielder's right shoulder; the blade-wielder let out a miserable shriek as his entire right collarbone area actually caved in!

Following this, a left hook sent a blade-wielder flying.

In the blink of an eye, he had dealt with the three blade-wielders who had broken through his direction.

"Kill!"

Blood, status, and women stimulated this group of Macau gangsters, and they were throwing their lives away.

After knocking down a few, Chen Jiajun felt bored.

Fighting and killing were not his interests, so he signaled for Dumu and Lao E to handle it and prepared to take the elevator to leave.

Retreating to the elevator entrance, Chen Jiajun pressed the button.

As the elevator doors opened, Chen Jiajun was shocked to see several blade-wielders lying in ambush inside!

Two blade-wielders grinned wickedly and dragged him into the elevator!

Chen Jiajun was stunned; he was dragged inside before he could react.

Meanwhile, Dumu and the others, who were in the heat of battle, had not yet noticed the anomaly here.

The elevator doors closed tight!

Noticing that Big Brother was "safe"!

Dumu felt completely relaxed; he was going to let loose and enter full slaughter mode!

"Roar!!!"

He let out a long howl toward the sky, erupting with astonishing battle intent, his body radiating killing intent as he looked at Fei Gou's subordinate, Lan Duguai!

Dumu suddenly had a Sanjiaqiang in his hand; it was his signature weapon, and he began a massacre.

Inside the elevator.

A blade-wielder raised a Dagger and stabbed toward Chen Jiajun's stomach, while the others struck without hesitation.

Chen Jiajun grabbed the blade-wielder's hand and backhanded the Dagger into his own stomach.

"Squish!"

That blade-wielder was also a ruthless character; he did not scream, but instead grabbed Chen Jiajun's right hand, attempting to stick to him.

Chen Jiajun's left elbow smashed with a boom into another blade-wielder.

That blade-wielder, with quick eyes and fast hands, dodged instantly.

This elbow smashed directly into the elevator door!

"Bang!"

The entire elevator door was deeply dented!

"Holy shit!"

Ignoring the Dagger the opponent had slashed into his body, Chen Jiajun grabbed the blade-wielder into his embrace and stabbed the Dagger wildly into his neck.

That blade-wielder covered his neck and collapsed to the ground, struggling.

"Who else!"

Pulling out the Dagger, Chen Jiajun shouted.

"Charge!"

Several blade-wielders looked at each other, and without a second thought, they rushed forward again.

For a moment.

The entire elevator shook continuously, and fresh blood flowed through the gaps into the elevator shaft!

……

A luxurious office.

Jieshi Wei, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, was smoking a Cigar and drinking tea.

"Brother Wei, it's bad!"

Just then, Bengyaju ran into the office: "That bastard Fei Gou is cooperating with Sheng Yi Hall and has sent dozens of blade-wielders to hack Jing Jun."

Hearing this news, Jieshi Wei was not surprised.

He took a slow sip of tea: "If they want to fight, let them fight."

"That's not it! That guy Fei Gou also sent a group of blade-wielders to the casino's underground garage to ambush Jing Jun!" Bengyaju said again.

"Hmm? Is this guy Fei Gou insane? He dares to make a move inside the casino?"

Jieshi Wei was stunned and immediately took out his mobile phone to call Fei Gou.

"Fei Gou! Screw your mother, what the hell are you doing?"

As soon as the call connected, Jieshi Wei cursed loudly, while taking long strides out of the office toward the elevator.

"There's no other way, Brother Wei, my brothers under me all want to make a living in the casino."

At an underground gambling den in Macau, Fei Gou, sitting in the Dealer's seat, responded lazily.

"Bastard! If you and those Hung Hing boys all died outside, I wouldn't care! Are you crazy, running to the Gambling King's casino to hack people?"

"Brother Wei, you don't know how arrogant those Hung Hing boys were just now, so what else could I do? I am a Red Pole of the Number Gang, I must make a name for our Macau Number Gang."

Fei Gou exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, threw his playing cards on the table, stood up, and signaled the Dealer to continue dealing.

……

"Ding!"

After the chime, the elevator door slowly opened.

A sky-high stench of blood rushed into his nose, and the mobile phone in Jieshi Wei's hand dropped, because he was shocked to see such a scene.

He saw Hung Hing's Jing Jun panting heavily, his whole body soaked as if he had just waded through a sea of blood, covered in bloodstains from head to toe.

His left hand was clamped on a blade-wielder's neck, and his right hand was gripping the man's skull.

With a slight twist.

"Crack!"

The man died on the spot.

Looking again, the corpses inside the elevator were almost all elites among Fei Gou's men, including Majai from Sheng Yi Hall!

Their manner of death was extremely miserable and their forms were grotesque!

There were even many fist marks deeply imprinted on the elevator!

(End of this chapter)