Immortal Toad sent Haicheng Ying back to a safe place to heal his wounds, and followed the clues to chase Fengbao. He and Feng Bao belonged to the same period. In terms of time, when he became famous, Feng Bao was still at least a brat, and he dared to lay hands on him. This revenge must be avenged.
In the blink of an eye, all the people in this place were evacuated. People from the four major cities in the southeast, northwest, and the three peaks added up to more than 20,000 people. Following Haicheng's order, they all disappeared into the night, and only Guo Zifeng's body was left slowly. Slowly getting colder, accompanied by Jinfeng and the mountain wind.
Poor Three Peaks, the three giants are famous, in such a dark night, they died for no apparent reason.
Bathhouse every day. It belongs to a altar in Dongcheng District. Because of the low price, the business is booming. The door was open today, but there was no customer there. A regular customer walked in strangely, and he smelled a strange smell when he was still at the door. In order to kill the virus, the bathhouse sprays disinfectant water all year round. In addition, the people who come here to take a bath are all men, and all kinds of smells are mixed together, which is sour and refreshing. People who pay attention to personal hygiene will never enter here.
The smell that regular customers smell now is definitely different from the past. Stepping through the gate, the smell inside became more intense, and he suddenly felt uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen, and his pace slowed down. He came to the bathhouse every day, and he was very familiar with it. He would not get lost with his eyes closed. When he stepped into the bathhouse, he froze for an instant, his face turned pale in an instant, and he felt his stomach churning. He almost lost the overnight meal. Spit it out.
The fog in the bathhouse was steaming, and the water kept at 60 degrees all the year round was boiled for some reason, gurgling and bubbling. Dozens of corpses rose and fell with the boiling water, and the blood dyed the water red, making the whole The pool seemed to be dyed with rouge, and the transpiring mist was also pink.
The corpse was half-cooked, and the smell of blood, sweat, sulfur, and soda was mixed together. No wonder it smelled so strange.
"Killed—" The regular customer stumbled out of the bathhouse, shouting all the way, his face full of fear.
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Must earn mahjong parlor.
The name is very festive, but it's up to the beholder to see who makes the money. In the past, the bustling mahjong parlor was still lively tonight, but the sound of mahjong collisions on weekdays has been changed into the sound of knives entering the flesh. Snowflakes, every piece of knife light shining, is accompanied by a stream of blood spurting, and is accompanied by the harvest of a life.
The people in the mahjong parlor couldn't believe that someone dared to touch the intestines covered by the three summits, and they killed them all. The last person fell in a pool of blood, and the Mahjong hall became quiet.
The three men covered in blood silently threw away the watermelon knives that were already full of cracks, turned and left, and observed carefully that their steps were surprisingly consistent, and the distance between each step seemed to have been measured.
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Peter Pan, this nickname is obviously ironic for people who are gangsters. At first, he readily accepted it. He is only 21 years old this year, and he still has a piece of pure land in his heart. The adoration and admiration in the eyes of the girls in the hair salon, the girls who wash and cut, and the girls who soak their feet fascinated him, and he enjoyed this feeling very much. Relying on his status as the godson of Guo Zifeng at the Three Summits, Peter Pan does some chivalrous things from time to time. For the sake of Guo Zifeng, everyone will see that as long as he steps forward, basically nothing is impossible. All of this happened tonight changed.
Huh-huh-huh-
Being able to be called a flying man, even with irony, at least proves that his speed is still possible. Peter Pan has always been proud of this, but now, he finds that it is not enough, far from enough, this is too slow. He had been running away for half an hour, and the pursuit behind him never stopped.
The air in his lungs seemed to be on fire, and his legs were as heavy as lead, not like his own. He always thought that he could run continuously for four hours, which was his previous record. He never thought that he would be unable to hold it for only half an hour under desperate efforts. But he must go on, because to stop is to die.
A scream caught Peter Pan's attention. He didn't want to watch it at first. After all, he was running for his life, so he didn't have the energy to mind his own business. Perhaps some chivalry in his heart, perhaps the young man's curiosity, made him turn his head and take a look in the midst of his busy schedule. It was this one look that made him feel like falling into an ice cellar, his high-speed running legs suddenly stopped, and the effect of inertia made him almost He was flung out and fumbled to stabilize his body again, his whole body was icy cold.
What did he see? He saw Guo Yong, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, had his head smashed by the old wolf's fist, and his brains were overflowing.
There are three deputy chiefs in the Public Security Bureau, and Cheng Yong is the one who doesn't have power and speaks less in the Public Security Bureau. However, this is only on the surface. Peter Pan is the core of the Three Summits, and with Guo Zifeng's godson status, he knows more information than ordinary cores. He vaguely understands that it is Cheng Yong who is covering the Three Summits, not the public security bureau Director Lu Kaiming.
Guo Yong is the absolute confidant of Mayor Hai Chengying. To be killed at this moment is no worse than when a blockbuster explodes, and the storm will engulf many people.
Peter Pan felt that he couldn't stay in this place, so he ran wildly again, his mind spinning. The old wolf is just the boss of a hunter corps, with a lot of people, but after all, he has no base and is a rootless duckling. Why would he dare to do such a rebellious thing? Doesn't he know Mayor Hai's methods? Before he could come up with an answer, he caught a glimpse of a group of people blocking the intersection in front of him, and he was so frightened that he braked quickly.
"It's over!"
More than fifty people stared at him ferociously. In the dark night, their red eyeballs seemed to be eating people. These people exude a unique evil spirit. Peter Pan knew that this was an aura produced after killing too many zombies, and only the Hunter Corps had it. Suddenly he had a doubt. Although he was a big person in Central City, he knew in his heart that to a large extent, he relied on Guo Zifeng's name. In the eyes of people of Lao Lang's level, he was afraid that he would not be able to take the stage. How can a person who does not come to power inspire teachers and mobilize people
"No, these people are not targeting me!" Just as Peter Pan came to this conclusion, more than fifty people shouted and rushed over.
"Oh, it's dead." Peter Pan gritted his teeth, and twitched two three-foot-long iron rods, one big and one small, the big one weighed 13.8 jin, and the light one weighed 5.6 jin. In normal battles, he would use a 5.6-jin iron rod, but he would only use a 13.8-jin iron rod when he met a strong opponent. Now that the size is all the same, he has already regarded this battle as a decisive battle.
A distance of tens of meters approached in a flash, Peter Pan raised his right hand high, and when the power accumulated to the peak poured out, a figure approaching the climax shot into the crowd, screaming like a tidal wave, that Dao's figure moved in the crowd like a ghost, among fifty people, none of them could touch his clothes, and every time he moved, one or even two people flew out.
boom!
A big man landed at his feet, with a palm print on his chest, sunken three inches deep, the big man's body twitched, blood couldn't stop spilling from his mouth, within three seconds, his legs straightened up, and he was completely silent.
Peter Pan looked up in shock, the battle was over, more than fifty people were either dead or injured, all lying on the ground, and there was only one person standing on the field, that mysterious person, at this moment, he saw this person clearly appearance.
"Fan Shuai!"
Peter Pan never dreamed that the person who inadvertently saved his life was Fan Shuai. Fan Shuai is the boss of Nancheng, and he has a hostile relationship with the Central Three Summits.
"Fan Shuai, how dare you!" The anger in the eyes of the old wolf who came a step behind almost burned, and more than fifty elites died just like that.
Fan Shuai coughed suddenly, traces of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale. Fan Shuai wiped it casually with his sleeve, and looked at the old wolf with a trace of disdain on his lips, "You dare to swim in this muddy water, you are really tired of work, it seems that Goshawk has given up on you."
The old wolf was shaken all over, Goshawk had already made his interests clear, he couldn't help not letting him enter the city, but he felt uneasy, so he just brought 500 people with him, and a large force came outside the city to meet him. Fan Shuai's words were like a knife tearing apart the place he wanted to cover, and in an instant, he felt intense anxiety.
He clenched his fist, intending to kill Fan Shuai. Fan Shuai was already injured. This was the best time to kill him. Suddenly, an extremely terrifying crisis appeared from behind. The crisis was so violent that he could clearly smell it. Feeling the smell of death, he exhausted all his strength and punched his back with both fists.
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A section of the knife pierced through the back and pierced through the chest. In an instant, the old wolf felt like a punctured balloon, and his whole body was drained like a tide. This is almost impossible. With his level of strength, even if his heart is crushed, he can still persist for a few seconds, or even a few minutes. The advantage brought by this kind of strength suddenly loses its effect.
"You're so weak, how dare you call me an old wolf... Cough..." Feng Bao coughed and wiped off the blood on the old wolf's clothes while coughing.
"Why?" The old wolf didn't even notice when the enemy who should have been behind appeared in front of him, but he had no time to think about this question. He just wanted to know why this person wanted to kill him. He didn't know this person at all.
"The second brother said that if he met anyone who dared to use the nickname 'Wolf', he would kill them all... Cough... I don't know where the second child is hiding, but I saw it, so I can't pretend I didn't see it... Cough... King of War This guy is really serious, and the toad is too insidious, to sneak attack...cough..." Feng Bao kept coughing up blood, but his face was quite smug, he didn't know what he was happy about.
The old wolf never dreamed that he would kill himself for this reason. In this world, there are more than tens of millions of people who use the nickname 'wolf'. Will he kill them one by one? His legs gave way and he fell down, his eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace.
Fan Shuai stared at Feng Bao with squinted eyes. The old wolf didn't know Feng Bao, but he did. Feng Leopard is a low-key person, but in the four cities in the southeast, northwest, everyone knows each other, no matter how deep it is to hide, it's useless.
Feng Leopard ignored him, and walked up to Peter Pan with a smile: "Xiao Feier, now that your father is dead, do you want to consider being my apprentice?"