The Death Match of the Eldest Brother and the Chic Younger Brother

"Crack!"

The sole of the shoe on his left arm was severed. Wang Xuan clearly felt the blade cut into flesh and blood. With no time to worry about the pain, he flipped his wrist, reached out, and yanked the opponent's long hair back. His right hand, a dagger, whistled through the air and plunged fiercely into the back of the neck.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced through the cervical spine. The opponent immediately stiffened in place, his eyes wide with terror, his gaping mouth unable to utter a sound.

"Thump!"

Wang Xuan knocked the opponent down, and they both crashed to the ground.

Before he could even catch his breath, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw another person had caught up, raising a knife to chop down.

Watching the blade get closer and closer, there was no time to get up and run. At the critical moment, he grabbed the corpse beneath him and violently flipped over.

"Crack!"

The sound of blade hitting flesh rang out. The attacker's knife fiercely chopped into the corpse's shoulder. The tip of the blade was almost touching Wang Xuan's nose. If the blade hadn't been stuck on the bone of the shoulder, this single strike could have taken half his life.

Seeing he had attacked the wrong target, the attacker immediately prepared to pull the knife out and continue. However, he had used too much force, and the knife was stuck in the bone, preventing him from pulling it out.

Wang Xuan took the opportunity to flip over again. The chopping knife stuck in the corpse was pulled free from the attacker's hand. While the man was stunned, Wang Xuan looked up and saw the man's crotch was directly facing him.

Facing someone with your crotch? How rude.

He bent his knees, pushed off the ground with his toes, and braced himself with his left hand. His body flipped violently, his right arm bent, and he raised his elbow in one smooth motion!

Speak of elbows, let's elbow!

"Aoo!" The sound started low and became high-pitched, then rough and gruff, finally turning sharp and shrill before abruptly stopping. His legs clamped shut, his knees buckled, and with a soft sound, he knelt on the ground.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets, his mouth stretched wider than ever seen before, his trembling tongue clearly visible, yet not a single sound escaped.

The muscles on his face were completely contorted, making it impossible to tell his original appearance.

His hands covered his groin, but blood seeped through his fingers.

"Do you understand? The law of action and reaction. I didn't even say my elbow hurt, and look at you, so pathetic!"

The last pursuer had also circled around. Seeing his two companions lying on the ground, clearly dead, the target was sitting on the ground, covered in blood from head to toe, now chatting and laughing with a comrade's corpse with a smile.

The scene was bloody and bizarre. The target slowly looked up at him, emitting a "ge ge, ge ge" strange chuckle.

Slowly getting up from the ground, he tilted his head left and right, making two crisp "ka ka" sounds. Wang Xuan raised his hand and beckoned to the person in front, "Come on, if you don't come over, your companions won't be able to wait. They'll be so lonely on the road to the underworld. Good brothers, forever, born together, die together!"

The killing intent on the pursuer's body gradually receded, and fear began to grow in his heart.

"If you don't come, I'll go over!"

Seeing Wang Xuan stride towards him, the pursuer took a step back in terror and immediately turned and ran as if his life depended on it.

"Run your mother!"

He chased a few steps but found he couldn't catch up. Damn it. He cursed, then Wang Xuan swung his right arm back, straightened his waist, and using his momentum, threw the dagger in his hand.

The dagger cut through the air like a white light.

"Pfft!"

It fiercely pierced the man's lower back. Blood flowed along the dagger's groove, instantly dyeing his back red.

Stumbling, he managed to run a few more steps before all his strength seemed to drain out with the blood.

Wang Xuan walked out slowly from behind, bent down, gripped the dagger in the corpse, and pulled it out with a gentle force.

As the dagger left, a large amount of blood gushed from the wound, staining his shoes.

He stomped his foot lightly, splashing a spray of blood.

Wang Xuan strode out from between the vehicles.

The subordinates outside and the other two were still in a standoff, like two ancient knights, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any sign of weakness from their opponent.

Damn it!

Are they filming a movie!

Wang Xuan was furious. He had been fighting for his life inside, and outside these guys were just staring each other down.

"Why didn't you guys play rock-paper-scissors, whoever won stabbed the other one!"

His slightly hoarse voice rang out, attracting the attention of the four. They all looked over simultaneously.

Wang Xuan, covered in blood, walked out, and the three people who had chased him inside were nowhere to be seen.

The remaining two men who had come to kill Wang Xuan shivered under his fierce, blood-red gaze and instinctively took a step back.

The two subordinates exchanged a look, brandished their daggers, and roared, "Kill them!"

Looking at their running speed, Wang Xuan felt an urge to stab them both to death first!

No wonder they're small-time thugs their whole lives, they don't have any guts to kill.

Fine, even without the guts to kill, at least their roars were loud. The two on the opposite side, scared out of their wits, took off running. Under the threat of death, they unleashed unprecedented energy, and in his estimation, their speed was close to Bolt's.

The rumbling sound of car engines came from behind. Shen Leman had finally arrived by car. Wang Xuan stared at the two subordinates, whose suits were still crisp, their hairstyles neat, and their leather shoes gleaming.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

Two underlings dropped to their knees with a "thump."

"B-big brother... I..." Their voices trembled so much they couldn't form a coherent sentence. They knew they'd messed up; their boss had been attacked, and they hadn't helped at all.

No, they had held off two people.

But they ultimately didn't dare to kill. Being thugs was just about making a living. Fighting in brawls was fine, but murder? If they had the guts for that, they wouldn't still be 49ers.

The car door burst open, and Shen Leman quickly ran over. A smile instantly appeared on Wang Xuan's face, but his voice remained cold. "Pick up everything you dropped just now. If even one thing is missing, I'll kill you."

"Yes, yes, yes." The two underlings scrambled to their feet, their shoes screeching against the ground as they rapidly gathered all the discarded items. They then returned to Wang Xuan's side with fawning expressions.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Shen Leman ignored Wang Xuan's blood-soaked clothes and rushed forward, patting him down.

"I'm fine! Let's go, before the police show up and cause trouble!"

Yesterday's chapter had a section censored by the System. It was the part with the car chase, the drifting was excellent, I worked hard on it, and then... it was deleted!

I'm so sad. Please vote to comfort my wounded little heart!