Du Ming was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the person who brought him, that person also looked at Du Ming weakly, his voice trembling as he said, "Brother Du, I'm sorry... they forced me to do this..."

  Du Ming sneered and said, "Alright, a traitor is a traitor, what other excuse can you find?"

  That person saw Du Ming's icy expression and didn't dare look at him again, shrinking back in terror.

  Du Ming could easily catch that person and beat him up, but he didn't take action. After all, this guy wasn't his real subordinate, so why bother with this kid?

  Du Ming raised his eyes and looked around at the bodyguards, who all had their brows furrowed and were clenching their fists in anger.

  One of them, who appeared to be the leader, walked out with a scowl on his face and shouted at Du Ming, "I didn't expect that Ro Yu's people would be so arrogant, daring to come here alone? Then don't blame us for beating you up!"

  Du Ming smiled coldly and said, "So many people have come together already, what more excuses are you looking for? I'm actually glad you're all coming together to ask me. Come on, who's first?"

  At the leader's command, the thugs surrounding Du Ming rushed up, with many of them wielding cleavers, daggers, and clubs.

  Du Ming roughly estimated that there were at least thirty or forty people, and it seemed that they had set up an ambush here. They let that person go find himself, bringing the team he was leading, but this group of people probably didn't expect that in the end only one person came.

  When Du Ming dispatched tasks earlier, he indeed sent a team of thugs to this KTV. It seems that they have been taken care of by the people who were ambushing here.

  Du Ming looked back at the people surrounding him, but didn't notice the people he had brought with him. It seemed that they had been taken care of by the Yang Society and were locked up somewhere.

  Du Ming was thinking like this when the people around him had already rushed up, and at the same time four or five people with machetes in their hands were beckoning to Du Ming.

  Du Ming was not flustered, turned around and stretched out his hand to grab the wrist of the man wielding a machete in front of him. The man hadn't even had time to exert himself trying to break free when Du Ming applied force and the man let out an "ah" cry and released his grip.

  Du Ming easily took the machete from the person's hand and swung it back, using the blade to deflect the incoming attacks from the surrounding people.

  But Du Ming's strength was much greater than these people, and when the knives in their hands collided with Du Ming's knife, they only felt a huge force coming from Du Ming's knife, which was transmitted to their own knives, shaking their tiger mouths numb, and finally they couldn't hold onto the handles of their knives at all. Three or four chopping knives flew out of their hands one after another.

  Du Ming didn't stop at all, and with a few swift kicks, he sent the knives in these people's hands flying while lifting his foot to kick one person per foot. Before they could even react to their weapons being knocked out of their hands, they were all kicked to the ground by Du Ming.

  These three people had just fallen down when the ones behind them rushed forward again.

  In this kind of place, Du Ming didn't want to use too much force either. Although the chopping knife in his hand had been sharpened to a shine, Du Ming didn't use the sharp blade to chop people, but instead swung the knife with force and used the back of the knife to strike the person who pounced from behind.

  The saber was in Du Ming's hand, the power of the back of the knife was no less than that of the blade. Du Ming swung his hand and knocked down four or five people around him.

  However, there were also a lot of people in front of us, and they kept coming at us endlessly.

  Du Ming stretched out his foot and picked up the machete that had fallen to the ground from the hand of a thug he had knocked down earlier, grabbing the handle of the flying machete with precision.

  Du Ming's left and right hands drew their bows, wielding the two knives as if they were blooming flowers. A burst of clashing sounds, the endless stream of thugs rushing up, were constantly being knocked to the ground by Du Ming's knife backs.

  The people of Dianyang Society were also very stubborn. Although someone was constantly being knocked down by Du Ming, there were still people rushing up from behind.

  Du Ming stood still, almost without moving, one person came up and knocked down another, in the end Du Ming was still standing, surrounded by a large pile of henchmen who had been beaten senseless.

  About two-thirds of the gangsters from Dian Yang Society were knocked down by Du Ming, and the remaining one-third finally dared not to rush forward again. They all stood around Du Ming vigilantly, but kept a distance of about two meters from him, lest they be accidentally injured by Du Ming.

  Du Ming saw that the opponent's thugs were no longer rushing forward, so he stopped fighting too. He leisurely slung the two cleavers over his shoulder with the blades facing down and smiled, saying, "What's wrong? Not fighting anymore? I was still wondering how you planned to gang up on me!"

  The leader who had been standing by the side, watching, was also stunned after seeing Du Ming's strength, his mouth agape, staring blankly at Du Ming.

  Du Mingchong smiled and said, "How about it? Why don't we just stop fighting? You can let the people I brought with me go and that's it."

  The leader gritted his teeth and shouted, "No way! You're just one person! How can you possibly let him take them away? Keep going! He's definitely not going to make it!"

  But Du Ming looked like he had a rosy complexion and was full of energy, after fighting with people for half a day, his breathing was still very even, no matter how you look at it, he didn't seem to be "done".

  The thugs of Dianyang Society were not stupid either, they knew that the leader just wanted them to go up and die, one by one waving their fists or clubs in their hands, shouting loudly, but no one dared to attack Du Ming.

  Du Ming sneered and laughed twice, swaggering along while humming a tune, carrying two machetes as he walked forward.

  The few people in front of Du Ming subconsciously took a step back, but Du Ming didn't stop and continued walking forward.

  The leader on the side shouted, "Come on! What are you retreating for? Don't be afraid! Beat him!"

  Those people shouted even louder, but still no one rushed up.

  Du Ming continued to walk forward leisurely, without stopping his footsteps at all. The small group of thugs opposite Du Ming pretended not to hear the leader's loud shout and kept retreating until finally someone couldn't bear it anymore and quickly dodged to the side.

  Everyone in front of Du Ming came to their senses and dodged to one side, clearing a path for him.

  Du Ming sneered and turned back to glance at the leader who was jumping up and down in rage, cursing loudly. He then walked out of the encirclement with his head held high, not looking back.