At night, on the left side of the city, the four corners of the city are the infamous Eighth Block, which is considered one of the four largest cities in the world.

But the reality is often so funny.

The Eighth Block really exists, and it's been made into a movie, and it's doing well at the box office.

If you look at it from a bird's-eye view of the night sky, you will find that this brightly lit city has a black hole of about 300,000 square meters, which is pitch black and makes people feel lifeless.

This is the eighth block.

As you pass by, you will smell the smell of urine and alcohol coming from inside, and from time to time there is the smell of rot and burning.

Look in from the intersection.

You will find graffiti on the walls, drunk homeless people lying on the ground, scrapped cars on the side of the road, and tires burning in an iron drum.

This area is also inhabited by working people.

However, the composition of the personnel is roughly as follows: smugglers, drug dealers, prostitutes/women, thieves, gang members...

The townspeople once sadly said that if you walk through the eighth block, you will know what hell is!

This is indeed a paradise for the decadent, a hell for normal people.

At this moment.

"Whew..."

"Didi..."

The whole block is full of restless factors, hundreds of people poke their heads out of the dilapidated windows, the windows of the ten-storey buildings on both sides of the road, and the pictures are also varied, some people are holding wine bottles in their hands, some people are not afraid of danger, riding on the windows and shaking, and there is even a man and a woman doing live broadcasts...

Their restlessness is only for the sake of one thing.

Dawson is going to make a move!

Dawson came to the Eighth Block a few months ago, not a native of the country, it is said that he was smuggled here, and he entered the Eighth Block to avoid police investigation.

The homeless people found this strange face easy to bully, and took pleasure in teasing him.

It's just that the homeless man who molested him the most suddenly died that night and was killed, and no one knows how he died...

People suspected that Dawson had done it, so they arrested him and beat him, but he refused to admit it to death.

The next night, the two men who had captured him also died...

At this point, he no longer hides his fangs and walks on the block

, seeing that a woman with a pleasant heart will be forcibly brought into the room, a person's boyfriend came to look for him, and he broke his legs...

Since then, he has become completely famous.

Otherwise, how can this be called a paradise for the decadent, because there are no rules here, not only did he have nothing to do, but he was appreciated by the number one boss here and became the number two person.

In just a few months, prestige is significant.

In the middle of the road.

A clean black sedan came to a steady stop, its headlights shining as if it were the sun illuminating the entire neighborhood, followed by six motorcycles roaring wildly, riders carrying iron rods, baseball bats and other most common weapons.

Behind the motorcycle, there are a dozen old cars covered in graffiti, the most dilapidated one, which looks like it was from the last century.

"Let's go!"

There was a faint sound from the car at the front.

Then it was time to watch the car start slowly.

The motorcycle following the car did not follow the car, but accelerated, changed formation back and forth on the road, and took an S-shaped route.

In an instant, the roar in the neighborhood became louder.

All cheered on Dawson's travels.

The convoy slowly drove out of the block, like a long queue on the road at midnight, passing through wantonly, with a compelling aura, and went straight to the hot pot restaurant.

Meanwhile.

The hot pot restaurant was lifeless, no one could show a smile, and even the two girls who had just danced with excitement turned pale with fright and trembled all over.

It's not far from the eighth block, and although I haven't seen Dawson himself, there are still a lot of rumors, and in the minds of normal people, he is a perverted demon, and no one can be left intact by him.

looked at Shang Yang sympathetically, regretting that this superman was going to be torn apart by the demon.

Shang Yang was still unmoved, looking out the window steadily, as he said, the matter was caused by himself, and he would never let it go, although the current matter has exceeded the plan of this trip, but still cannot escape.

Li Long and Li Mang stood beside them angrily and solemnly.

They were angry with these people, and they also felt Dawson's pressure.

And the remaining dozen or so people stood behind them in fear, some of them had already begun to tremble, they were just small people in the restaurant, even if they knew that they were huddled together for warmth, they couldn't provoke Dawson at all.

"Buzz..."

Outside the door finally

There was a roar, the sound of the motorcycle deliberately increasing the throttle.

"Here we are..."

Uncle Dong's breathing became nervous, and his voice began to change.

"No matter what, they don't dare to do anything to us!"

The old man said so, but he didn't have the confidence in his heart, if he followed the style of a homeless man, he really didn't dare to do anything, but who knows if this Dawn will kill the killer?

'Hum...'

A motorcycle passed by the doorway.

This was followed by the second station.

The people sitting in the car were full of tattoos, and Zhang Ya had no claws, which was undoubtedly a nightmare for them, even if they passed by in front of them, they were not confident.

"Squeak!"

The lead sedan finally stopped and stopped outside the glass window.

"Squeak... Squeak"

The sound of brakes sounded one after another, and through the glass, I couldn't see how many cars were coming outside the window, and then I saw a dense crowd of people appearing on the street, and everything in front of me had been filled.

"Ahh

The two waiters couldn't stand this scene and ran back to the counter screaming, squatting inside.

"Snap"

"Snap"

Uncle Dong and the others also began to sweat like rain, and when they saw the car outside, they faintly felt a sense of suffocation.

Li Long and Li Mang both looked at Shang Yang solemnly, waiting for him to say what to do, it was not difficult to judge through the glass that these people who came at this time were not homeless homeless homeless people who were drunk and dreaming of death in the eighth block, but they were several grades higher than those people.

Shang Yang remained seated.

He was very confident that no matter how large the number of people on the other side were, the two in front of him could buy him time to make a phone call, and as long as he made the call, at least there would be no problems with his personal safety.

It's just that it's not that time yet.

"Bang"

The door was kicked open, and a familiar face appeared in front of me.

"Stupid pigs, your god is back!"

Stan opened his mouth and stared at Shang Yang, "Aren't you very good? Aren't you very good at fighting? Very good, very good..."

"Mr. Dawson is in the car, he's here to support me, stupid pig, you're about to face punishment from hell!"

"Huh"

His voice had just fallen.

The car door was slowly opened, and Mr. Dawson, who was in the eighth block of Megatron, slowly stepped out of the car...