"Damn it! Just as I thought! Commander, Dong Haobiao is planning to join forces with Ma Gang against us! These two bastards are coming together to attack us!!" Chong Guoyuan, standing on the roof of a car with binoculars, cursed loudly.
Through his binoculars, he spotted Ma Gang's modified off-road vehicle.
"So what if they join forces? This bunch of scumbags, no matter how many they are, are just a disorganized mob! Today, I must kill them all to vent the hatred in my heart!!"
"Ah!!!!" Song Junshuang's eyes were blood-red, his face distorted with rage, his anger having no outlet, now only desiring to indulge in frenzied slaughter!
Every time he thought of his beloved goddess being snatched away just as she was about to become his woman, Song Junshuang felt a mixture of grief and fury!
Now that his goddess was no longer pure!
Did he still want her?
This question was too difficult; he really couldn't answer it!!!
Meanwhile, on the side of Dong Haobiao and Ma Gang, they also noticed the aggressively approaching Lin Chengxun and his men.
"Dong Haobiao! You fool! Now you realize you've been played? Damn it! I've been doomed by you!" Ma Gang, pointing at Dong Haobiao, trembled with rage, grinding his teeth: "If you had just been a bit calmer at that time, would we have needlessly lost so many men and bullets?!"
The thought of the needless sacrifice of over a dozen brothers brought Ma Gang to the brink of tears, overwhelmed with grief and anger.
"Ma Gang! Stop your damn nonsense! Lin Chengxun wants to wipe us all out in one fell swoop! None of us has the strength to face him alone; only by uniting and fighting desperately do we have a slim chance of survival!" Meng Xiwen shouted through the car window at the frantic Ma Gang.
As they spoke, the distance between the two sides narrowed.
They could already see each other's furious and resolute expressions.
"What do we do?!" Meng Xiwen, seeing Lin Chengxun and his men approaching in the distance, asked anxiously.
"What to do? What else can we do? If we don't fight with all we've got now, we won't even know how we'll die later!" The third-ranked muscle tattooed man, his eyes blood-red with fury, roared: "To hell with Lin Laogou! Let's fight him!"
Dong Haobiao, who had been silent all the way, suddenly turned ferocious, picked up an explosion-proof gun, and shouted into the microphone: "Step on the gas, damn it! Ram into those despicable bastards! Fight them!!!"
At Dong Haobiao's command, the six modified vehicles on their side suddenly accelerated, heading straight for Lin Chengxun's convoy!
Lin Chengxun, who had initially hoped to talk to Ma Gang and win him over – after all, this matter wasn't much related to Ma Gang – didn't expect that Dong Haobiao and Ma Gang's men would charge at them like madmen.
Seeing Dong Haobiao, Song Junshuang also completely lost his rationality, disregarding Lin Chengxun's command, stepped hard on the accelerator, and charged towards Dong Haobiao's modified explosion-proof vehicle with a submachine gun.
Lin Chengxun, recalling his beloved daughter's pitiful crying, also lost his reason, and shouted furiously at his convoy: "Damn it! If those bastards want us dead, let's fight them! Better to die together! Go to hell, all of you! Brothers! Fight these despicable bastards!"
Each side believed that the other was the despicable and unscrupulous instigator.
Each thought they were the victims, forced into a corner.
Each believed they were fighting a desperate, do-or-die battle!
Thus, both sides were like soldiers blinded by rage.
All of them, fearless of death, charged forward!
"Boom!!!"
"Boom!!!"
"Boom!!!"
A series of car collision sounds echoed as modified vehicles crashed into each other at high speeds. Soon after, intense gunfire and battle cries filled the entire street!
"Kill!"
"Charge!"
"Fight to the end!"
Men wielding machetes and clubs also engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat.
The scene quickly descended into utter chaos.
Just at the onset of the battle, both sides had already lost nearly half of their forces!
Everyone fought with a do-or-die attitude, completely disregarding their own safety.
The ferocity of the battle was such that even Alex, the instigator, felt his blood boil with excitement and admiration.
"What a group of passionate men! Such fearless heroes! It even makes my blood boil!" Alex wiped the grease from his lips with a napkin and leisurely lit a cigarette.
The feeling of watching the battle from the sidelines was truly exhilarating!
Song Junshuang's vehicle was the first to crash, flipping and rolling over five or six meters before coming to a halt.
When Song Junshuang regained his senses amidst the chaos, gunfire and battle cries surrounded him.
Desperately trying to clear his head, he smashed the car window and crawled out with a Type 05 submachine gun.
Just as he got out, he saw Dong Haobiao also crawling out from an overturned car.
Without a second thought, Song Junshuang fired a burst of bullets towards him.
Dong Haobiao, who had also undergone professional training for over a decade, quickly rolled over and ducked behind the car at the sight of Song Junshuang.
The sound of bullets hitting rang out in rapid succession.
Although Dong Haobiao managed to dodge in time, he was still hit in the left leg, letting out a dreadful howl of pain.
"Dong Haobiao! Damn you! Even if I die today, I'll take you down with me!" Song Junshuang bellowed furiously, spraying a hail of bullets towards Dong Haobiao's location.
Dong Haobiao, not to be outdone, rolled and fired back at the enraged Song Junshuang.
"Boom!" The modified shotgun, with its immense power, fired a shot that turned the car door Song Junshuang was using for cover into swiss cheese.
A stray bullet grazed Song Junshuang's left cheek, leaving a terrifying gash on his handsome face, with blood trickling down his cheek.
However, this did not deter Song Junshuang's resolve to fight to the death. With a fierce leap, taking advantage of Dong Haobiao's reloading, Song Junshuang sprayed bullets from his submachine gun, charging towards Dong Haobiao.
Dong Haobiao, shot in the leg and unable to move, found it extremely difficult to reload under the intense gunfire.
After several failed attempts at reloading, he kept fumbling.
Dong Haobiao, sweating profusely and trembling slightly, watched as Song Junshuang rapidly closed the distance.
Finally, the bullets were loaded!
But it was too late.
Song Junshuang, having emptied his Type 05 submachine gun, tossed it aside and drew his military knife, lunging fiercely at Dong Haobiao.
Dong Haobiao, firing wildly, managed to block Song Junshuang's deadly strike with his gun.
Their eyes met, each seeing the flames of hatred burning in the other's gaze.
"Song Junshuang! Damn you! How have I wronged you to make you want to kill me like this?!" Dong Haobiao cursed, grappling with Song Junshuang.
"You bastard! How dare you touch my woman! I swear I'm not a man if I don't kill you today!" Song Junshuang attacked viciously, stabbing his knife into Dong Haobiao's shoulder.
"Damn! When did I ever touch your woman?!" Dong Haobiao struggled, roaring in pain: "You bastards killed my son and framed it on Ma Chenbin, truly despicable! And now you accuse me of messing with your people?!"