The History of the Empress of the Shang Dynasty

Chapter 51
Mo tiptoed, and quickly ran in the opposite direction.

"There! Quick, chase!"

Groups rushed up, layer upon layer toward the alley that was only two meters wide.

Mo's speed was extremely fast, and he ran out from the other end of the alley in an instant. Facing the killer who was chasing after him, he suddenly stopped.

Head-to-head, it seems that I can't beat it.

If they ran out, their identities would be exposed. Who knew if those patrolling yamen servants belonged to their own party?

He stood still for a moment, the dagger in his sleeve suddenly came into his hand, and he had already made a plan.

The shot was fierce, his figure quickly returned the carbine like a gust of wind, and shuttled among the group of killers.

Feeling lucky, the dagger fell and hit the vital point directly, without a single blow being wasted.

His eyes were stained red with blood. Shura who possessed him like a ghost made many bloodthirsty killers terrified!
This year, Ling Moyu was only 12 years old.

At 12, he was still a kid.

But his fierce technique and fast, precise and ruthless speed were deeply imprinted in the hearts of those killers, making them feel how terrible it is to be an enemy of this boy.

At only 12 years old, with such skills and a fierce heart, one can imagine what it will be like in a few years.

However, after all, they are only 12 years old. No matter how good their kung fu is, their physical strength cannot keep up. Besides, there are so many of them. Could it be that they can't even beat a child?
The little boss narrowed his eyes slightly, and waved his hand, those killers immediately formed a circle, surrounding the boy covered in blood.

Mo was not afraid, just smiled lightly, and quickly ran towards the weakest link with the dagger in hand.

Two more killers fell down, but the blood was their clothes stained with red ink.

He rushed out along the gap, but there was a stabbing pain in his back, and he was cut!

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the reality couldn't allow him to cry out in pain, he turned around, and punched the killer who was complacently holding the knife and wounding him, and with a reversal, he snatched the knife from his hand!

With a slash, the killer who was still fantasizing about being rewarded for his meritorious service fell down before he had time to respond.

"Quick, he's injured, give it to me!"

A man in black shouted, and the crowd took advantage of the situation and surrounded Mo again.

Mo was seriously injured, his physical strength was severely exhausted, his small body was still standing proudly at this last moment, the knife in his hand was dripping with bright red blood, at this moment, he was like a blood child crawling out of hell Full of hostility.

He is not reconciled, really not reconciled!

You can't just die like this, if you want to die, you have to die happily, killing one is enough money, killing two earns one!
Just when Mo was about to fight these killers to the death, a few youths in Tsing Yi rushed in from the end of the alley, and they rushed over without saying a word, holding swords.

These teenagers were not very old, but they were very ruthless in their attacks, and the people in black who killed them were caught off guard.

When the young boy in the lead saw Mo, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he wanted to run towards him, but he was blocked by waves of men in black, so he had to deal with them one by one.

Seeing this, the leader of the killer took a few people and headed straight for Mo. Mo felt the murderous aura before he had time to think about who the teenagers who appeared suddenly were.

In any case, these teenagers did solve his urgent needs, but he still couldn't take risks when he didn't find out the identity of the other party.

(End of this chapter)