Just as Hua Tiancheng returned to the gate of the People's Hospital again and was about to wait for Dingxiang to finish class, when the two went to have dinner together, a bus stopped near the gate. Then, there was a rush and more than 20 people rushed down from the bus, "Brother Guang, he is Hua Tiancheng." A twig of hair pointed at Hua Tiancheng and shouted.

Hua Tiancheng looked up and saw that some of the people who got off the bus were holding sticks, some holding wrenches, some holding pry-bars, and some holding nunchucks, anyway. They all had cigarettes in their mouths, some squinted their eyes, and some were running towards him with a fierce look.

Seeing so many crazy men around, they would run away, but Hua Tiancheng didn't run away. He looked at the entrance of the hospital with a side look that there was an old man who was sharpening scissors and choking on the kitchen knife. There were two sharpened kitchen knives in his basket. Hua Tiancheng quickly grabbed it without hesitation and scolded him with hatred: "Come on, come up, I'll kill you."

"Brothers, beat me hard. My brother-in-law said that if something happens, he will bear it, so don't be afraid." A middle-aged man who took the lead shouted loudly.

A kind-hearted woman, seeing so many people trying to beat Hua Tiancheng, pushed him and shouted, "You are stupid, run away quickly."

"Where to run? Hua Tiancheng, today is your death. Beat him to death." The fierce middle-aged man also rushed up.

The group of people rushed forward and pointed at Hua Tiancheng's head and body, and opened it with a crackling sound. The hospital gate was also in a mess for a while, and the security guard quickly called the police.

Hua Tiancheng gritted his teeth, waved two sharp kitchen knives, slashing left and right, and for a moment, crying, scolding, and hitting sounds penetrated his ears. Hua Tiancheng's legs, shoulders, and even head were hit from time to time. But he was not knocked down. Wherever his two kitchen knives went, his clothes were cut and flesh flew everywhere, and the ground was soon filled with bloody ideas as big as beans, which was shocking.

Hua Tiancheng's eyes were red. A young man raised his long prying rod and smashed it down Hua Tiancheng's head. If he was hit, he would definitely faint. Hua Tiancheng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He quickly avoided the prying rod and it was lost. Hua Tiancheng suddenly forced his mouth and fire directly sprayed on the face of the young man opposite. The person's eyebrows were burned and his face was burned black, so he screamed in pain. "Bang", "Bang", "Caola", "Oh", "Good" and "Oh" sounds were endless.

As long as Hua Tiancheng's kitchen knife is cut down, he will hear a "sharp" sound, or a "crack" sound of bone being cut off.

Hua Tiancheng would chop as soon as he saw someone, and his head, legs and back were hit for more than a dozen times again. Hua Tiancheng's head also began to bleed, and his face was also bloody. His two bloody kitchen knives were also cut. Hua Tiancheng became more and more brave as he fought. As long as he did not fall down, he would chop the person who rushed up. Some people's shoulders were cut by kitchen knives, and some people were cut by kitchen knives on their backs, and blood flowed like a big mouth. The two kitchen knives in Hua Tiancheng's hand flew up and down, which was dazzling, and people fell in a pool of blood from time to time.

The fierce middle-aged man, seeing that Hua Tiancheng had been hit so many times, did not fall down. He shouted again: "The hit on him must be knocked down."

"Bang" Someone hit Hua Tiancheng's leg with a stick. Hua Tiancheng's left leg weakened and he knelt on the ground with one knee. The crazy people shouted frantically: "Beat him to death and beat him to death." "Bang" Another stick hit Hua Tiancheng's right leg. The situation was very critical. As long as Hua Tiancheng fell to the ground, these people would chop him to death with their feet without humanity.

Hua Tiancheng's face was covered with blood, and more than a dozen people were cut by the kitchen knife in his hand. Many people were cut down, some fell down and helped up, and some were stepped on by their own people. A fierce battle was hard to resolve. As the saying goes, tigers could not hold up the wolves. Gradually, Hua Tiancheng was a little exhausted, and he was shaking and in danger of falling to the ground.

Many onlookers were sweating for Hua Tiancheng. If Hua Tiancheng fell to the ground, he would definitely die today. Hua Tiancheng's leather jacket was smashed and many holes appeared. He fell down several times and still struggled to get up. ", even if I die today, I will cut you to death first." Hua Tiancheng can still spray flames in his mouth. Some people's clothes were burned and some people's heads were burned. They couldn't understand what Hua Tiancheng did. Is he a magician who plays with fire?

There were already fifteen people on the other side, and they were cut by Hua Tiancheng's two kitchen knives. The injuries were not lightly retreating. There were almost ten people fighting to the death around Hua Tiancheng. The stick hit Hua Tiancheng's head like raindrops. Hua Tiancheng could only resist and no longer had the ability to fight back. Just when Hua Tiancheng had just fallen to the ground, a young and heroic young man rushed over with a fire axe, blocked Hua Tiancheng, and waved the fire axe in his hand and slashed it randomly. Hua Tiancheng took the opportunity to stand up from the ground quickly. He glanced at the young man with great gratitude. Then he entered the battle again. Now there were ten people against two people, and the battle was very tragic.

Soon the sound of a police car came from a distance. When the fierce middle-aged man saw that the police were about to arrive, he immediately shouted: "The police are here and retreat quickly."

Hua Tiancheng ignored it. He snatched the fire axe from the young man who helped him, chased after him fiercely, and chopped down the two of them again.

When the passenger got off the bus, all the bus drove away quickly. Hua Tiancheng's eyes turned black and fell to the ground. He was covered in blood, but he still held the fire axe tightly with his hands. "Brother, wake up." The young man who helped him poured a Nongfu Spring into his mouth. Hua Tiancheng slowly woke up and looked at the young man who was brave enough to say, "Thank you, hurry up and take the fire axe and don't let the police catch you too. My name is Hua Tiancheng. Please leave your name, and I will repay your life-saving grace."

"Brother, my name is Lin Zhonghu. If we are destined to meet, goodbye!" After that, Lin Zhonghu disappeared into the crowd with a fire axe.

When Hua Tiancheng woke up again, he was already lying on the hospital bed. Dingxiang was lying on the edge of his bed and his eyes were crying red and swollen.

He quietly touched Dingxiang's head with his hand and smiled, "Girl, don't be tired, I'll support you."

After hearing this, Dingxiang burst into tears and laughed. Lihua looked at Hua Tiancheng with rain and said, "Hate! You are so hurt, and you are still joking with me."
Chapter completed!