This ferocious leg-breaking attack, coupled with the unconventional entrance just now.
Instantly intimidated the entire gang of thugs.
One by one, they shrank back, waiting for others to rush forward first.
But Fang Cheng wouldn’t stop there.
After knocking down the most startled guy, he immediately closed in and actively charged into the group armed with weapons.
He leaped forward, lifting his leg for a straight kick.
He ferociously kicked the abdomen of the person in front of him, sending the person and the stick used for blocking flying.
As soon as his right leg landed, he instantly turned around for a step, twisted his waist and sent his hips, unleashing a high, swift Whip Kick.
This kick continuously struck the faces and skulls of two people close at hand, emitting a chilling sound of bones cracking.
However, what happened next instilled even greater fear and chill among the thugs.
Fang Cheng spun like a top, relentlessly sweeping his legs faster and faster.
Finally, only a blur remained, zigzagging through the crowd.
Too fast to be captured, too fast for any effective counterattack.
For all those hit, they only heard a loud "bang," followed by severe pain, either knocking them out cold or eliciting agonizing screams.
The crisp sounds of bones breaking continuously resonated, turning the milling workshop into a large orthopedic surgery scene.
Fang Cheng threw himself fully into this "surgery," breaking the bones of every attacker trying to assault him.
His leg techniques were incredibly fast, yet his form remained suave and neat, as if dancing through the crowd.
With a large group of targets clustered together, the Skill Effect "Lightning Dance" was maximized, putting Fang Cheng in an unstoppable mode.
During this, he also used "Steel Bone" and "Iron Fist," executing various fierce Boxing, Elbow Strike, and Knee Strike techniques.
Touch and they’re wounded, contact and they fall.
Facing these thugs, he didn’t need any weapons at all.
Because he himself was a human weapon!
In less than half a minute, about forty gang members were successively knocked down.
The scene was complete chaos, with cries of agony everywhere.
Fang Cheng scanned the area, then turned to look at the few remaining people hiding behind.
Seeing the scene before them, they no longer had the courage to confront such a fearsome enemy and hurriedly threw away their knives and sticks to flee.
Fang Cheng quickly closed the gap with a few strides.
A Flying Knee to the top, directly knocking two people over.
Then a series of sweeping kicks, taking down the remaining three.
Only then did he exhale, looking at the prompt message appearing before him.
[You defeated a group of armed thugs, Muay Thai experience +45]
[You defeated a group of armed thugs, Sanda experience +40]
[You defeated a group of armed thugs, Boxing experience +30]
Ma Donghe stood dumbfounded holding his bag, his mouth agape.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank and he quickly shouted:
"Ah Cheng, watch out for the gun!"
Fang Cheng’s senses were extremely sharp.
His ears picked up faint footsteps, and the corner of his eye caught two figures quietly sneaking out from a room behind.
Without needing a reminder, he had already sensed the danger.
He quickly rolled to the side, diving behind a conveyor line machine.
Bullets continuously hit the aluminum frame, sparking a burst of flames.
Fang Cheng used this machine as a cover.
Ma Donghe also quickly found a place to hide.
The two surviving thugs, one holding a pistol and the other a machine gun, pressed forward with firepower.
Peeking out even slightly meant a hail of bullets shooting over.
Even aluminum alloy was left with a notch.
In such a situation, unless one had an invincible body, they could only wait for their bullets to run out before taking a risky move.
"Come out, come out. Weren’t you very capable of fighting just now? Why turn into a shrinking turtle now?"
It seemed that Fang Cheng’s display of martial prowess had put too much pressure on them, causing both to become somewhat emotionally unstable.
At this moment, they couldn’t care less if the sound of gunshots would attract the police and expose their hideout; they only thought of eliminating this formidable enemy.
But a gun can only hold so many bullets after all.
Just as one of them was preparing to change the magazine.
A figure quickly darted out, lunging forward with both hands holding up a shiny black pistol.
Flames burst, gunshots sounded, the scene seemed to freeze.
Two scorching hot bullets traveled through the air, creating ripples, and finally hit both men directly in the center of their foreheads.
Both gunmen’s heads tilted, knees weakened, and they fell to the ground one after the other.
Fang Cheng stood up and quickly walked over to the side of the killed criminals.
After a quick search, he seized the guns from their hands.
As for the gun in his own hand, Fang Cheng had anticipated this when he was upstairs.
He had taken it out of his bag in advance, tucked it into his waistband, and covered it with his clothes, prepared for just in case.
"Ah Cheng, come here and look."
"There’s another room here, and it seems like there are people hidden inside!"
Ma Donghe then called out again.
While speaking, he lifted his leg and fiercely kicked the door he had just found several times.
With a clang, he kicked the door open.
This guy’s strength was clearly not small.
Both of them looked intently and saw inside was pitch black, emitting a foul smell.
Vaguely, they saw several women and children looking at them with eyes full of terror.
But they dared not make any sound, seemingly having been locked in there for a long time.
Clearly, these gang members were engaged not only in drug processing and distribution but also in human trafficking.
Utilizing the light beaming in from outside, Ma Donghe widened his eyes and searched carefully.
Suddenly, his face lit up with joy, and he blurted out, "Sister-in-law!"
Hearing the shout, one of the abducted, a woman in tattered clothes, raised her head and asked weakly:
"Donghe, is that you?"
"It’s me, I’ve come with the brothers to rescue you!"
Ma Donghe quickly stepped forward, carefully helping the woman to her feet.
Fang Cheng stood by, observing, and somewhat understood why he had come to this place.
Ma Donghe helped his sister-in-law out of the small dark room, facing the outside scene filled with tragic wailing.
He couldn’t help but turn to Fang Cheng, seeking advice:
"What should we do with these bastards? Should I call some brothers over to help deal with it?"
Fang Cheng’s brow slightly furrowed.
These criminals were utterly reprehensible and deserved to die.
Thus, during the fight, he had been ruthless, sparing no one, either crippling or killing.
However, dealing with the aftermath of so many "victims" became tricky.
After thinking it through, he made a decision:
"Quickly call a few brothers to come over with a car, and take away the bodies of those two who were shot."
"Then take two of the still-living gang leaders and find a place to detain them. Let the police handle the rest; we don’t have time."
Voices could be faintly heard outside.
Clearly, the commotion in the hidden door had drawn the attention of neighbors, who, harboring suspicions, dared not come in.
"Wouldn’t this cause trouble?"
Ma Donghe couldn’t help but express his concerns, instinctively distrustful of the police.
"No worries, I have someone I can trust."
Fang Cheng pulled out a phone from his sling bag and made a call to Zhou Yongnian.