Zhao Hu smiled, threw the machete in his hand to the ground with a "bang", turned around and walked back to the Longxinghui member camp, with his back tall and proud.

He undoubtedly won this competition!

Even the members of Red Gloves were very unwilling to accept it!

However, in addition to being unwilling to give up, the members of the Red Gloves were even more shocked. The French branch of the Dragon Xinghui actually had so many experts. Even the first and second masters of the Red Gloves gang, Crael and Grace, both lost one after another. Although Crael was tied, anyone could see that he was far from his opponent!

Many members of the Red Gloves couldn't help but have a question in their minds, how many secrets did Longxing hide that they didn't know? From the sudden increase in numbers and guns, to the strong men who emerged one after another, are there anything else they don't know besides these?

As their thoughts surging, the referee announced the start of the third competition!

In the third game, Beral became more cautious. He understood that if he continued to fail, he would really give Martin Luther 70% of his territory to Long Xinghui. If Long Xing has these territory, wouldn’t it develop faster? What’s the matter with their Red Gloves at that time!

Belal chose and thought for a long time, and finally sent a white-haired man with a blonde hair, nearly thirty years old, about 1.8 meters tall, neither fat nor thin. He grabbed a steel pipe to the center of the battle, and his eyes swept over the Longxing Conghero.

Anthony was standing behind the crowd. When it was his turn to play, he took the baseball bat handed to him by Batis next to him, grabbed it in his hand and slowly came to the center of the field. After standing still, he had no expression on his face, raised his hand and made a move to the man opposite him, and at the same time he held the baseball bat tightly. This was his first battle at Longxinghui, and he must be able to play well!

The blonde man opposite him rushed towards Anthony with a steel pipe in his hand. The middle of the way, the steel pipe in his hand was raised high, and in an instant he had a ball with Anthony.

Anthony is similar to this man's strength. Both sides fought a difficult tug-of-war, and each suffered considerable injuries. The arms and back were hit by the other's sticks and steel pipes many times. Both sides endured the pain and fought to the other side to death. It lasted for about five minutes. Anthony's stick suddenly waved horizontally and hit the man's right cheek, making half of his face swollen and his eyes couldn't open.

The opponent was restrained with one eye. His skill, which was originally as fast as Anthony, gradually slowed down. However, Anthony became more and more brave and took advantage of the victory to pursue him. He waved the baseball bat to attack him more violently. After this guy held on for more than a minute, he couldn't react. Anthony hit the knee with a stick and bent back. He immediately staggered and knelt on the ground with one leg.

Anthony followed him and hit him in the head one after another, causing the guy to stumble and sway in the circle of the arena.

Seeing his opponent in a drowsy state, Anthony smiled slightly, seized an opportunity, raised his leg and kicked him in the back. The guy was kicked in an exclamation, and his body rushed forward a few steps. Suddenly, his feet slipped, and with a "thump", a dog fell to the ground with a few struggles and tried to stand up several times, but unfortunately he couldn't do it. In the end, he lay weakly on the spot and stopped moving.

This guy has crossed the line and is naturally sentenced to be eliminated. In the hand-to-hand combat game, Long Xinghui won 2 wins and 1 draw in three games, which can be said to be a brilliant record! As long as you win another game, Long Xinghui won this bet. You can work with Red Gloves to grab Martin Luther's territory and occupy 70% of the share!

Seeing another loss, Beral reacted very fiercely. His hands, who were originally holding the cigar to watch the game, trembled suddenly and dropped the cigar to the ground, with a gloomy face.

The next two shooting matches were played. The first game Longxing sent Wang Jie, and the Red Gloves appeared was Krell.

Krell seemed to be holding on for the whole game, enduring the huge pain on his chest, but despite this, this guy's shooting skills were indeed amazing. He aimed at the target eighty meters away and fired three shots in a row, and actually scored 29 rings. Compared with him, Wang Jie's shooting skills were worse, and he only scored 27 rings, so Long Xing would lose in the first game of the shooting competition!

When Wang Jie returned to Longxinghui's camp, he looked ashamed, but Jiang Cheng chuckled and comforted him that victory and defeat were common in military affairs, not to mention that there was another game, Longxinghui still had a chance to win!

At this time, Beral was even more serious. After all, as long as they win another game, although they could not win, the two sides could not win, and this could be regarded as never before, and there was still room for bargaining.

Soon, the fifth game began, and a red-haired boy walked out of the Red Gloves Gang, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old and looked very handsome.

Although the red-haired boy was not old, his marksmanship was great. He raised his gun and fired three consecutive shots at the marker in the distance. His movements were smooth and he didn't seem to aim much. He relied entirely on his feelings. However, despite this, his grades were not bad. He scored a good score of 29 rings like Krell! This boy cheered and excited.

Jiang Cheng frowned. This young man is really a genius with guns. He can shoot with a gun. This intuitive aiming is more useful in actual combat.

I heard from the people over Belal that the red-haired boy seemed to be called Portney.

There is such a gun-using genius in the Red Gloves Gang. Jiang Cheng was a little envious and couldn't help but look at Portney a few more times. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old and could already achieve this kind of score. With a little training, he would definitely become a more powerful sharpshooter in the future. Although his marksmanship is not bad now, he actually scored 29 rings.

Seeing the results of the boy, the red gloves suddenly smiled happily, and Beral smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, because being able to play 29 rings means that if Long Xing wants to win, he must play 29 rings. This is mostly up to you, and it depends on luck, and it is even related to his condition that day. Who can guarantee that he is sure to be sure?

Jiang Cheng thought about it and decided to make it his own in the fifth game. After all, if anyone else is not good, he will most likely lose!

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, came to the point where the game was shooting, grabbed the pistol from the table beside him, looked in his hand, and carefully checked it.

When Beral and other members of the Red Gloves saw Jiang Cheng appearing in person, they all looked at him attentively. After all, as a gang leader, as long as they have a good head, high emotional intelligence, and ruthlessness, is Jiang Cheng very good at gunpoint?

Jiang Cheng grabbed the gun and checked it. After confirming that there was no problem, he looked up at Bella and the others and smiled slightly, and then immediately raised his hand and raised his gun and shot it! "Bapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa

The man with red gloves and the red-haired boy were stunned. Jiang Cheng's momentum was amazing the momentum before shooting, as if he had instantly turned into a sharp knife, extremely sharp!

Beral reacted first and immediately asked his men to go down to check the target in the distance. The news that surprised them even more was heard. All three shots were ten rings! There were three bullet holes connected to each other in the center, almost almost overlapping. This shooting technique was shocking!

Especially the red-haired boy named Portney looked at Jiang Cheng with his eyes curled up, his eyes full of shock, as if he only realized at this moment that there was a sky outside the sky and someone else outside the sky!

When Bellar and others learned that Jiang Cheng's shooting was first shocked, then many people screamed in resentment, but among them, Bellar said nothing, but his face was gloomy and terrible, and he looked at Jiang Cheng with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"How is it? Belal! We will win three games in five games, and we won this bet!" Jiang Cheng smiled and said to Belal.

Belal was silent for a moment, and after a moment, he said coldly: "Even if you win the bet, can you rely on your current personnel talk about something like Martin Luther? Even if you grab it, you can't hold it. You must be careful of people causing trouble then!" As he said that, he showed a smirk.

A cold light flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes. What Bellar said seemed to mean that even if Long Xing would rob the territory, he would send someone to cause trouble! Looking at her, Jiang Cheng said coldly: "If someone dares to make trouble in our Long Xinghui territory, I will naturally make him look good, but even if I can't handle it, Red Gloves will help me drive them away, after all, they are all neighbors in District 17!"

Belal's expression stopped, and then he snorted coldly, without saying a word.

Just as the two gangs were about to part with a bad mood, Alice suddenly appeared under the escort of bodyguards. She looked at the two camps in surprise, three or four hundred people glaring at each other, then her eyes swept across the crowd, positioned Jiang Cheng very accurately, and immediately ran over excitedly.

"Brother Jiang Cheng!~~" Alice ran forward and hugged Jiang Cheng's arm and shouted sweetly.

With so many vicious people looking at each other, Alice was not afraid at all. Instead, the moment she saw Alice's figure, Beral and the others were staring at Alice with a little fear in her eyes.

Alice was stared at by so many people, frowned slightly, turned around and looked at Belal, and then shouted in surprise: "Belal, how could it be you? What are you doing here!" She just finished speaking, and seemed to think of something, grabbed her eyebrows and stared at Belal with a hint of disgust: "You are here to find trouble for Long Xinghui, right?"

Belal immediately smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth and bowed very gentlemanly: "Princess Alice, we haven't seen each other for a long time. There is no such thing. Our Red Gloves and Long Xing will have a cooperative relationship."

Bella's mouth was bitter. Although he heard that Alice seemed to have a good impression of Jiang Cheng, he didn't expect that it would progress to this level. Alice hugged Jiang Cheng just now, and his intimate action and tone immediately made his scalp numb because of fear! If Alice complained to the adult, Red Gloves would be dead!

When the brothers on Long Xinghui saw this scene, they were all shocked. Alice actually knew Bellar, the leader of the Red Gloves Gang. Bellar was respectful to Alice and called her princess. What was going on?
Chapter completed!