Outside the headquarters of the Red Menghui.

Eight-Fist slaves and eight people stood upright with more than 600 members of the Black Wolf Association, emitting a strong evil spirit.

Looking at the locked door ahead, a strong sense of fighting and cold light flashed in the eyes of the eight-fist slave boss Fist Yi. He turned his head and eagerly glanced across the body of the Quan Er class. A voice with solemnity and heroic spirit came from Quan Yi's mouth: "Brothers, this is the first battle we have joined Brother Bao. We must win cleanly and beautifully, and we must not have any reservations, do you understand?"

"Brother, don't worry, we will do our best. We will remember how Brother Bao treats us these days."

"The second brother is right. This time I must swallow the Red Menghui!"

"Fuck, a mere Red League will be considered a slap."

...

Hearing the brothers' voices, a slight smile appeared on Quan Yi's face, and a loud voice with a wave of his hand came from his mouth: "Brothers, set off!"

"Set off!"

"roar!"

As Fist 1's words fell, a large number of Black Wolf Club members rushed towards the headquarters of the Red Menghui.

"Hurry... Go and lock the door, hurry."

The guards at the gate saw the crowd of people suddenly rushing out, and there was a strong look of horror on their faces, and loud shouts kept coming from their mouths.

But where is anyone paying attention to him? Who the hell dares to lock the door?

The moment he saw the Eight Fist Slave leading the people, the guards had long given up everything and rushed to the depths of the Red Alliance headquarters like a desperate person, leaving the guard captain who was dedicated to his duties alone.

"Fuck... I have to inform Brother Hao quickly!"

Seeing that there was not a single ghost in the guard room, the guard captain angrily cursed, pulled down the alarm without hesitation, and rushed towards the building deep in the headquarters.

“Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo…”

As the harsh alarm sounded, the headquarters of the Red Alliance suddenly became riots. Countless people woke up from their sleep, and panicked voices came from their mouths: "What happened?"

"boom!"

The answer to them was a harsh explosion, followed by a power outage in the entire headquarters, which was pitch black.

"Kill!"

A harsh shout resounded throughout the headquarters of the Red Alliance.

At this moment, all the Red Eagle members were panicked at this moment.

The moment he rushed into the Red Matchmaker's headquarters, the Eight Fist Slave asked someone to cut off the power supply from the Red Matchmaker's headquarters building.

"Damn! What's going on? Why did it suddenly get a power outage and it's still so noisy?"

In the luxurious hall, Brother Hao was wearing a gray suit and looking at the darkness around him, an angry voice came from his mouth.

"Brother Hao, I don't know yet..." The answer to him was a backbone of the Red Eagle Society in the hall.

"Hao...Brother Hao, no...no!"

At this moment, the door of the hall opened, and the captain of the guard, with a panic looking look on his face, rushed in in a hurry.

"What's so panicked?"

Seeing the appearance of the guard captain, a voice with a strong dissatisfaction came from Brother Hao's mouth.

"Call in...many people have scored in..."

A panicked voice came from the guard captain's mouth.

"What's the matter? Who are so many people? Tell me a little more clearly."

Brother Hao's face looked extremely ugly. He was seriously injured by Lan Feng in the Red Eagle Bar and almost died, which made him look extremely cold and extremely panicked in his current personality.

"No...I don't know...At least five or six hundred people have been called in."

The guard captain said in a panic look.

"Swish!"

Hearing the words of the guard captain, Brother Hao stood up and an angry roar came from his mouth: "Notify all brothers to gather..."

"Bang!"

However, as soon as Brother Hao's words finished, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the door of the villa was bluntly opened. A large number of members of the Black Wolf Club rushed in at this moment, and then neatly made a way out.

The bright moonlight pours down at this moment, illuminating the road given out by the crowd.

Under the panicked gaze of Brother Hao and others, eight straight figures were walking slowly with steps.

Looking at the eight figures walking towards him, Brother Hao showed a strong look of panic on his face, and a voice with horror and incredible came from his mouth: "Eight...Eight Fist Slaves!"

...

Outside the headquarters of the Seven Evil Society.

A white wolf with white hair led a large number of members of the Black Wolf Club to slowly emerge under the moonlight.

The breeze blew, brushing past the white wolf's long white hair, revealing his cold and handsome face. His eyes were staring at the towering building in front of him, and a hint of pride and complexity appeared on the white wolf's cold and handsome face.

Turning his head to look at the Tianlang beside him, who was slightly lost in his mind at the building ahead, the corners of the white wolf raised his mouth slightly, and a different smile appeared on his cold and handsome face. A voice with infinite emotion came from his mouth: "Tianlang, we brothers have finally waited for this day."

"Yes, for this day, we have lost too many brothers. The second and third brothers have both died. Now only we and the eldest brother are left."

Tianlang took a deep breath and slowly came to his senses. His tone was filled with a strong complex look: "How great would it be if the second and third brothers could live. If we arrived earlier that day, maybe they would not have died."

"They died to save their elder brother, it's worth it!"

The white wolf's fist clattered, and his tone was full of determination: "All the brothers of the Black Wolf Club will always remember them, and the elder brother will always remember them."

"It's not too late, so it's time for us to do it!"

Bai Lang looked down at his watch, and the expression on his face became extremely cold: "The Seven Evils in the secret will cause us a lot. This time, we must make the Seven Evils no longer exist."

"Do it!"

The white wolf waved his hand and the angrily shouted came from his mouth.

"Boom..."

As Bai Lang's words fell, hundreds of people rushed straight to the building at the headquarters of the Seven Evil Society in front of him.

The murderous intent was terrifying and the momentum was surging.

...

In a large square 500 meters away from the headquarters of the Bloodstalker League.

Xiao Wu stood straight in a camouflage uniform in front of the breeze.

Behind him are the 300 elite members of the Crazy Soldier Association, each of which is a master among the masters, an elite among the elites, and a former member of the special forces.

Under the request of the Chu soldiers, they carried out strict training in summer and cold winter, shedding sweat and tears.

Except for eating and sleeping, the rest is all training.

It is their perseverance that has achieved the extraordinary combat power of the Crazy Soldier Association.

Years of hard work and high-intensity training have continuously enhanced their strength, allowing them to have a super high reputation in Su Hai in just 300 people, which has made other forces afraid.

Usually they are sleeping tigers.

Now they are lions with sharp fangs, showing their powerful aura.

The momentum composed of three hundred people is feared even from a distance, and it stops at the sight of the momentum.

Next to Xiao Wu, Xiao Guitou was wearing a floral shirt and looked at Xiao Wu's majestic team, with a strong awe and admiration on his face.

The team of the 300 people in the Crazy Soldier Association is even more terrifying and powerful than the members of the 1,000 Qingyun Association he brought, which made him deeply understand why the Crazy Soldier has been standing in Su Hai for many years and has no force to offend him.

It is worthy of being composed of the former iron-blooded soldiers.

"Brother Xiao Wu, you three hundred people are really awesome. They look even more powerful than the regular army!"

Looking at the team of the Crazy Soldiers Association, the little ghost turned his head and exclaimed sincerely at Xiao Wu.

"Haha, Brother Gui is over the award, your Qingyun will be not weak either."

Xiao Wu's eyes swept over the Qingyun Club's team and said with a smile.

"How can I catch up with you?"

The little ghost smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Everyone said that you have 300 crazy soldiers who are so awesome. When you see them today, it is indeed worthy of your reputation, and it can be regarded as giving me a lot of experience."

"Brother Ghost sees what you said, are we still our own brothers in the future?"

Xiao Wu looked at the headquarters building of the Blood Thorn Alliance that was looming in the distance, looked down at the time, took a deep breath, and a solemn voice came from his mouth: "It's time to do it!"

"Set off!"

As Xiao Wu finished speaking, the 300 members of the Crazy Soldier Association were like tigers coming out of their cage and heading straight for the Bloodstorm Alliance headquarters.

"Set off."

Looking at the mighty team of 300 members of the Crazy Soldier Association, and then looking at the Bloodspit Alliance headquarters building in the distance, the little ghost waved his head and a voice with infinite heroism came from his mouth.

"Boom..."
To be continued...