Chapter 67 Overwhelming (Bonus chapter for recommended votes)

Facing Fang Senyan's heavy punch, the man immediately felt an indescribable force rushing from the tip of his stabbing blade. He couldn't hold the dagger's blade, which immediately bent and flew out of his hand, his right hand's tiger's mouth overflowing with blood.

Not only that, Fang Senyan's punch continued with unabated momentum, roaring towards his face with an indescribable force. This man seemed to have received formal combat training as well, his arms shrinking and bending into crossed elbows in front of him, forming a perfect defensive stance.

But it was useless.

Utterly useless.

Fang Senyan's strength, more than four times that of a normal person, crashed down, and for him, it was as irresistible and indefensible as fate! What if he made a defensive stance? The force attached to the fist sent his entire body flying four or five meters, his head "thudding" against the wall behind him, staining it with a large patch of red and white, then his eyes widened as he slowly slid down! Obviously, he would be half-crippled even if he didn't die!

After throwing the punch, Fang Senyan didn't even bother to look at the man's life or death. He crossed his feet slightly and stood in front of the distribution room door, looking at the remaining stunned man and saying:

"Do you want to live or die?"

The remaining man was completely shocked, swallowing hard:

"Were you sent by the Four Seas Gang or the Tiandao Alliance? Going against our Bamboo Union, there is only a dead end!"

Fang Senyan ignored him, saying calmly:

"Do you know where Crab lives?"

"Crab?" The man was stunned.

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"Around thirty years old, triangular eyes, broken eyebrows, thin lips, looks at everyone as if they owe him money."

"I know, I know, it's the room at the end of the corridor, to the right."

The man hurriedly replied.

Fang Senyan nodded, with no intention of entanglement, he knocked him unconscious and strode towards the end of the corridor. But when he reached the back of the corridor, a cold voice suddenly came from behind:

"Stop, if you don't want your head to blossom."

Fang Senyan frowned, turning his head slightly, and saw a middle-aged man standing behind him, coldly aiming a pistol with a silencer at him. Moreover, the middle-aged man's hand holding the gun was very steady, as if the handle was embedded in his palm, giving off a ruthless feeling of having seen blood and killed people.

Fang Senyan really felt that these Bamboo Union people were lingering ghosts: he just wanted to ask for directions, how could he stir up so much trouble? What's more, it was okay for him to be alone at this time, but if he rescued Sanzai later, then he would really be constrained! Killing one is killing, isn't killing ten still killing? Then simply eliminate all hidden dangers once and for all, so that rescuing people will be clean and neat.

At the thought of this, a touch of blood flashed across Fang Senyan's eyes, and he stopped as he was told.

"Hands on your head, face the wall and squat down."

The middle-aged man with the gun said slowly.

Fang Senyan was expressionless, did as he was told, and then someone came up to search him, and after finding that Fang Senyan was not carrying any weapons, he walked away. Then someone at the entrance over there exclaimed in anger:

"Matsushita-kun and ngne have been killed!"

In fact, Fang Senyan only killed that Matsushita-kun, the Taiwanese ngne was knocked unconscious. Presumably, that person saw the tragic state of Matsushita-kun first, so he had a preconceived notion in his mind, so when he saw the Taiwanese ngne motionless, he directly concluded that he was dead. The middle-aged man didn't say anything extra after hearing this, he looked like the kind of person who was used to life and death, his face was calm, he pointed the gun at Fang Senyan and tilted it towards the passage next to him:

"Go in."

Fang Senyan also had this intention. If he were to kill people in a public corridor like this, the commotion would be too great, and it would be too troublesome to attract the police. It is estimated that these Bamboo Union people also thought so. The two sides hit it off, and Fang Senyan cooperated very well, following them into the passage, then turned right, and entered a room.

The room was quite large, at least three hundred square meters. The furniture was close to the walls, leaving a large space in the middle, which looked like a martial arts field in a dojo, giving a spacious and bright feeling.

The wooden floor in the center of the room was smooth and tough, wiped very clean, and could even faintly reflect people's shadows. Stepping on it also had a slight elasticity. At the far end of the wall facing the door, a person wearing a snow-white kimono was sitting with his back to the door. He seemed to be admiring a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall. Behind him was a very exquisite weapon rack, on which was placed a samurai sword that looked simple and old. It is worth mentioning that the girl who had been "harassed" by Fang Senyan had changed into a kimono and was bending over to pour tea on a small table next to her, seemingly putting all her energy into pouring tea, completely unaffected by what had happened before.

There were also a few people kneeling in the room, also in black suits, white socks, and leather shoes off to the side. However, Fang Senyan smelled a stench, apparently someone had athlete's foot. One of the middle-aged men in his forties looked rather majestic, and said to the man who was pointing a gun at Fang Senyan:

"Huan, what's going on?"

That Huan answered calmly:

"Chairman, this person killed Matsushita-kun and ngne, I suspect he is a mole sent by other gangs who found out about our gathering."

At this time, Fang Senyan saw that the last person had entered the room, and the door behind him was closed,

and he felt relieved. His face suddenly turned gloomy, he twisted his neck casually, cracked his fingers, and did some warm-up exercises. Huan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted loudly:

"I told you not to move! This is the last warning!"

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"I'll give you one last warning too. Anyone who wants to kill me has only one ending, and that is death."

Hearing Fang Senyan's words, everyone showed sarcastic and mocking expressions, only the person in a snow-white kimono sitting high on the platform with his back to this side remained unmoved, seemingly completely immersed in the calligraphy and painting, even touching the painting with his fingers, looking quite intoxicated.

"Oh! So fierce?" Xiao Sha An said sarcastically, "I want to kill you now, I want to see how I die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Senyan suddenly lowered his body and pounced like an extremely ferocious beast! Huan immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation, and white smoke rose from the muzzle of the silencer, and he could even hear the sound of bullets "hissing" into the flesh and splashing blood. But the man in front of him did not fall, but had already pounced in front of him, and looked over with a mixture of contempt/domineering/madness in his eyes!

"Why isn't he dead yet?" The thought could not help but emerge in Huan's mind in horror. And his instinctive reaction was to shout loudly for help.

But at this moment, Fang Senyan had already hit his chin with an uppercut!

His language function was completely strangled from then on!

This punch directly sent Huan flying upwards at an angle, a full half a meter off the ground. In the air, he even made a strange backflip movement, and then fell face down! You must know that Huan is a burly middle-aged man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and looks very capable, weighing at least close to 90 kilograms. Fang Senyan punched him alive from bottom to top, flying him nearly half a meter high. The force contained in the punch can be said to have completely exceeded everyone's imagination.

A half-piece of bloody flesh flew out of the air. It turned out that at the moment Fang Senyan punched, Huan was about to open his mouth to call for help. As a result, under the action of the huge force, not only the mandible was immediately shattered, but even the tongue in the mouth was bitten off alive. Thick saliva mixed with blood gushed out of his mouth, and his brain was greatly shaken. His eyes rolled back and he fainted. Even if he didn't die, he would definitely have a severe concussion!

However, when Fang Senyan made his attack, the people next to him were definitely not dead. They were all elites of the Bamboo Union. Those who could be brought out by the "Chairman" to protect him were naturally skilled, and they immediately drew their guns, aimed, and fired. The movements were done in one go, no less than professional soldiers.

But if Fang Senyan was just a noob who had just entered the space, he might have been a little dazed. At this time, he had experienced life and death in the space many times, and had experienced dozens of battles of various sizes. How could he still stand there and be shot? Before throwing that uppercut, he had already thought about the subsequent response:

After knocking Huan away, he immediately rushed forward, punching the chest of the closest gunman, and then took advantage of the situation to pull him in front of him, directly using this unlucky guy as a veritable human shield!

The sound of shooting with silencers kept ringing, blood splattered, and even the surrounding wooden lattice screens were torn into clusters of holes, but most of them failed to hit the target they wanted to attack. On the other hand, the unlucky guy who was hit in the chest by Fang Senyan was already struggling to survive. After being accidentally injured by a few more bullets, he immediately kicked his legs and died on the spot.

Fang Senyan pushed the corpse straight towards a gunman next to him. Once the distance approached within three meters, he flashed out like a ghost, and a fierce horizontal sweep with his elbow sent him flying and spinning 470 degrees.

In the next few seconds, Fang Senyan, like a beast, rampaged in the hall, although he was hit by three more shots, but each shot's twenty-odd points of actual damage was insignificant to him, but the people who fired the guns were probably never going to stand up again in their lives.