The Severely Injured Dragon King

"Damn you, you dog, I'll kill you!"

Old Three held a Colt M1911A1 and fired a shot at Lin Fan!

Times have changed------

In the split second when the gunshot rang out.

Before Lin Fan's brain could even react, his body had already moved one step ahead.

He dodged sideways, avoiding the vital areas.

But the bullet still hit his right arm.

Blood immediately started flowing.

At the same time, Lin Fan rolled like a donkey and grabbed Old Six's corpse from the ground.

He used Old Six's body as a human shield.

Since becoming the Dragon King.

Lin Fan had never suffered a bleeding wound.

Today these people had crossed his bottom line!

They all had to die!

He perfectly hid behind Old Six's corpse, stepping closer to Old Three.

"I'll fuck you!"

Old Three had no way to attack, shouting in anger.

Fear rose from the soles of his feet to his head.

Lin Fan was truly a bloodthirsty beast.

Just with his fists.

He had beaten his brother to death.

And showed no fear facing guns.

As Old Three retreated, he fired several more shots at Lin Fan!

But these bullets all hit Old Six's corpse.

Old Three's original intention was to intimidate Lin Fan with the gunshots.

But he thought too much.

Lin Fan wasn't so easily intimidated.

The distance between them grew tighter, only ten steps away.

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold, and he forcefully threw Old Six's corpse toward Old Three.

At the same time, he quickened his pace.

Charging fiercely toward him.

Bang bang---

Old Three struggled to fire a few more shots.

It was useless.

While dodging the flying corpse of Old Six.

Lin Fan reached him, immediately delivering a front kick.

His ancient martial arts technique peaked to its limit!

The surrounding air made a breaking sound.

One kick broke the ribs in Old Three's chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

Old Three felt as if he'd been hit by a car.

His whole body flew backward.

The black Colt fell from his hand.

Lin Fan bent down to pick up the Colt from the ground, aimed it at Old Three's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

Bang------

A loud gunshot rang out.

Lin Fan rolled to the other side, using a garbage bin as cover.

This gunshot wasn't from him.

It was from Zhao Hu and his men who had arrived.

Lin Fan saw Zhao Hu, so he gave up on the finishing shot and took cover first.

Old Three lay on the ground, barely breathing, his collar caved in - even if he were sent to the hospital now, he wouldn't survive.

"Little Six, Third Brother!!!!"

Old Five looked at the messy battlefield and roared in anger.

He seemed ready to charge at Lin Fan in a fight to the death.

Zhao Hu grabbed him directly.

"Old Five, get your ass back here and stay put! That bastard has a gun too!"

As he spoke, both men found cover.

"Boss, I want to kill that bastard!"

Old Five's eyes were bloodshot!

Slap----

Zhao Hu gave him a hard slap.

"Calm the fuck down! If you want revenge, stay alive first!"

Old Five finally calmed down.

He called Old Four on the phone to hurry over by car.

When they had rushed over earlier, they had heard several gunshots in succession.

Even if Lin Fan had a gun.

He probably didn't have many bullets left.

They had guessed correctly.

Lin Fan had five bullets left in the Colt.

For a war god.

Firearms were just basic training.

Five bullets were completely enough for Lin Fan.

But with a chance to catch his breath.

Lin Fan started searching his body.

He remembered he had already shaken these people off earlier.

But why could Old Three and the others.

Predict his location in advance.

And wait for him up ahead?

There must be a tracker or something small planted on him.

Lin Fan believed his phone couldn't be the problem.

So the issue had to be something else.

Soon enough, he really found it.

He held a micro-tracker in his hand.

Fragments flashed through his mind.

Recalling people who had physical contact with him tonight.

"It was her?"

The image of the seductive Ahri female internet celebrity appeared before him.

Lin Fan never imagined that the Ahri streamer was actually Li Dabiao's person!

Damn it all.

But he remained calm.

If Zhao Hu and his men could use this tracker to follow him.

Then he could also use this micro-tracker to kill Zhao Hu and his men.

Lin Fan tore off his clothes, continuing to use them as bandages to stop the bleeding.

He held the micro-tracker in his hand.

He took out his phone, opened the camera in selfie mode, and checked behind him.

After confirming Zhao Hu and his men weren't showing themselves.

Lin Fan suddenly stood up and continued running frantically forward.

"Brother Hu, that little bastard is running."

Old Five said.

Zhao Hu took a deep breath, his gaze cold.

"We have the tracker, what's there to panic about? Let's check Old Three's injuries first."

"Going forward is a dead end, tell Old Four and the others to get out of the car and surround that bastard!"

"I want to twist his dog head off to honor Little Six!"

Old Five went to check Old Three's injuries.

Zhao Hu just glanced and knew he wouldn't survive.

He kicked Old Five who was kneeling and crying beside him.

"What the fuck are you crying for! In our line of work, we'll lose our lives sooner or later, it's just a matter of time."

"Now come with me to hunt down that bastard!"

"Yes, Brother Hu!" Old Five stood up, this fierce-looking man crying uncontrollably.

He only knew one thing now, and that was to kill Lin Fan.

Meanwhile.

After running several hundred meters.

Lin Fan observed the surrounding terrain while his brain worked at high speed.

Finally, he stopped at a spot.

He threw the tracker behind a natural cover on the left.

Pretending to wait in ambush there.

While he himself circled around to wait in the opposite direction.

Soon after.

Lin Fan, hiding behind cover, heard footsteps.

"Brother Hu, that bastard is waiting for us there!"

"Hehe... Damn it, he's dead for sure this time"

Zhao Hu and his four men pushed over a large garbage truck.

Old Four and Old Five pushed from the front.

Zhao Hu and Old Two followed behind with guns in hand.

They made quite a commotion.

Lin Fan's lips curved into a sinister smile, "What fools!"

He wasn't in good shape either.

One arm injured, his combat ability greatly reduced.

Plus the enemy surely had more guns!

He had to end the fight in the shortest time possible.

When Zhao Hu and his men came over, as soon as Zhao Hu saw the blood stains on the ground, his head buzzed.

"Damn it, not good, we fell for it..."

Bang bang-------

Lin Fan's shot blew off Old Two's head, who was closest to Zhao Hu with a gun.

The moment the gunshot rang out!

Old Five and Old Four were stunned.

Seeing Second Brother fall before their eyes.

These two men, as if injected with chicken blood, actively rushed to the front to serve as human sandbag covers.

Protecting Zhao Hu.

"Brother Hu, hurry and kill this bastard!"

"You son of a bitch, I'll fight you to the death."

The two men were ready to die.

Lin Fan was startled by these two men's momentum, but still methodically held his gun, aiming for their heads.

Bang bang bang--------

Yellow sparks flew.

Old Five, who was charging in front, had his head blown open.

Behind him, Zhao Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and he also fired several shots at Lin Fan.

This veteran enforcer of the Han family, for the first time since joining, shed tears.

Half an hour later.

Lin Fan walked out, his face pale.

Although he had single-handedly taken out all six of Zhao Hu's men.

He had also been hit by two more bullets.

It would take at least half a month of recovery.

He took out his phone and called his trusted subordinate who had just arrived in Magic City.

Meanwhile, at the Dark Night Bar.....

Sleep well baby~

Oh, let me remind you again about this world's setting