Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 445 - 440: One Against a Hundred (Part Four)

Chapter 445: Chapter 440: One Against a Hundred (Part Four)

"Kill this bitch for me!" the short man suddenly pointed at Zhang Mengjie and bellowed furiously.

Last time, he sent his underlings with a large batch of drugs to enter Zhonghai City, hoping to establish a market connection between Zhonghai City and Jiangzhou. To his utter surprise, the Butterfly Sect emerged out of nowhere, killing people and completely destroying all their drug trading spots.

Now, the blame had already come down from Jiangzhou, and even though the short, fat man had considerable influence, he could not suppress the pressure exerted from those above.

"Kill!" Zhang Mengjie’s hands gripped folding knives, her arms outstretched, as she allowed the long blades to draw a series of sparks on the ground.

Her black chiffon dress rustled with the wind.

She ferociously hacked towards the heads of two underlings coming straight at her.

After a shriek, the heads of the two underlings were instantly flattened by this woman known as the ferocious Queen.

Suddenly, large chunks of flesh and bone flew into the air, filling the entire area with the stench of blood.

Under the stain of blood, Zhang Mengjie’s shoulder-length hair was shrouded in a mist of red!

"Kill her!"

Within the crowd, the short man roared manically.

Though hundreds of people surrounded Zhang Mengjie in an attack, she moved through the crowd like an agile wildcat, brandishing her bloodied knives, unstoppable!

"Puff!"

Another series of blood splattered as Zhang Mengjie suddenly slammed the knife in her right hand into the head of a lean, tall man behind her.

A scream ensued, accompanied by bursts of blood, as the man clutched his eyeballs, howling in agony.

Before Zhang Mengjie could react, three more burly men armed with long knives hacked viciously at her.

"Looking for death!" Zhang Mengjie kicked the wrist of one of the men, sending his knife flying out of his hand. As the bright knife clanged to the floor, her shapely leg struck out, hitting the man square in the chest, and a series of crisp bone sounds burst forth.

The lean man, weighing over a hundred kilos, smashed heavily to the ground, his chest breaking countless ribs.

He coughed up blood continuously.

Zhang Mengjie rushed forward and raised the knife in her hand, violently stabbing it into the abdomen of the man who had just hit the ground.

"Spurt—"

With a scream, bright red blood shot high, drenching Zhang Mengjie completely.

Zhang Mengjie squatted down, gripping the knife that had penetrated the man’s body tightly, and just lifted her head.

Instantly, several underlings who charged at the front were somewhat stupefied with fear.

Even from a distance, Lin Zifeng was slightly shocked by the tactics of this girl.

At this time, Zhang Yuxuan kept shouting her sister’s name, but the little girl did not rush over. She knew that if she did, it would definitely burden Zhang Mengjie psychologically.

Zhang Mengjie was fierce, but the three black-clothed strongmen behind her were not so lucky.

The three were already soaked in blood. Their burly bodies had been stabbed countless times, and their originally pristine suits were now completely torn and tattered, with flesh pierced and turned inside out.

All three died under the chaotic knives, with not a single part of their bodies left intact.

They died miserably, their eyes wide open in death, their features overflowing with blood.

"Damn it! So many of you can’t take down one woman, what the fuck are you all good for?" the square-faced, thick-browed short man couldn’t help but curse wildly from behind.

At that moment, Zhang Mengjie slowly stood up, pulling the blood-stained dagger out from the body, licked it with her fiery red lips, her terrifying gaze fixated on the short man. Today, she had made a statement; even if she were to die, she would take someone down with her.

"Whoever strikes her down first, I’ll reward you with thirty thousand!" the short fatty continued to motivate from behind.

He had come all the way from Jiangzhou to find her, clueless about just who the leader of the Butterfly Gang really was.

Now he finally understood that someone who could stand their ground in the East District of Zhonghai City could not be lacking in abilities.

Indeed! The dwarf’s words were like a stimulant.

Whoosh——

Over a hundred people once again raised their machetes and advanced in waves toward Zhang Mengjie.

At that moment, Zhang Mengjie stood still, like a blood-soaked female Shura, her body smeared with the rich scent of fresh blood, her eyes cold beyond measure. Holding two sharp daggers in her hands, her light black gauze dress rustled in the evening breeze.

The five people at the forefront suddenly raised their cleavers towards Zhang Mengjie’s head and chopped down.

Zhang Mengjie, standing firm, was not in a hurry. When the five bitterly cold blades barely missed her shoulders, she bent backward, narrowly avoiding the dangerous edges.

But by the time Zhang Mengjie realized it, those five suddenly found that her speed was even more rapid than they had imagined.

After dodging the five blades, she held her daggers and lay straight down on the ground, aiming for the thighs of the five men. Without hesitation, Zhang Mengjie fiercely chopped down.

"Pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff——"

"Ahh...!"

In an instant, five different screams erupted like the crazed wailing of slaughtered pigs.

The five who had been standing suddenly found their bodies disjointed from their thighs!

The upper halves of their bodies fell toward the ground while their severed thighs spurting pillars of blood.

At the same time, Zhang Mengjie showed no mercy; her movements not slowing, she followed with a series of sweeping kicks, sending the halved bodies of those who had lost their thighs flying several meters away.

They only stopped when they dragged long trails of blood on the ground and toppled several others along the way.

"Whoosh——"

Others stopped in their tracks.

Everyone watched in horror at the woman before them, like a goddess of death.

At that moment, Zhang Mengjie’s hair covered her face, shielding half of her beautiful visage, her slender wrists swung the pair of sharp blades, staining everything in their path with blood.

The dark gauze dress made her presence even more terrifying.

She was like the lead actress in the movie "The Legend of the Black Cloak".

But driven by the dwarf’s roars and promises of a hefty reward for severing Zhang Mengjie’s head, the already blood-crazed group cast aside all restraint.

Madly, they surged toward Zhang Mengjie.

Hundreds of people crowded together, leaving no room to breathe.

Zhang Mengjie, holding a sharp dagger, stood in a blood-soaked dress, her single female form pitted against a hundred men.

As women naturally have much less physical strength than men, Zhang Mengjie was visibly struggling amidst the overwhelming crowd.

Even though dozens of corpses lay at her feet, her fierce resolve could not withstand being outnumbered.

"Clang!"

At that moment, Zhang Mengjie’s dagger was sent flying by the combined force of several men.

She looked on in horror as wave after wave of attackers madly chopped down at her.

After her dagger was sent flying, Zhang Mengjie continued to bite down on her teeth, facing the onslaught with her bare hands.

"Crack!"

With a raise of her hand, Zhang Mengjie caught the wrist of a machete-wielding brute and twisted forcefully. Instantly, the man’s wrist was grotesquely broken by her maneuver.

In pain, the burly man adorned with a gold chain grimaced, his features twisting in agony as his wrist was dislocated, a technique adapted from a military Big Capture tactic.

Zhang Mengjie had systematically studied it for a year or two.