Twelve o'clock in the evening.

In the cold wind, a black Nissan quietly drove out of the west gate of Xiang'an Community and drove towards the highway intersection.

In the car sat a man wearing a black baseball cap and a full beard.

This man is the blood-clothed monk that the police have been pursuing.

However, at this time, the bright red Zen robe on his body had been replaced by a high-necked trench coat.

Even if he collided face-to-face with the police, the police couldn't recognize him for a while.

Two hours ago, the blood-clothed monk managed to escape from the police and sneak into the nearby Xiang'an community.

This neighborhood is one of the many nests where he hides.

He changed his clothes and disguised himself in a house in the community, preparing to escape from Huacheng overnight.

If he was just being pursued by the police, the blood-clothed monk would not be so cautious.

But in the battle with Chen Yang just now, the blood-clothed monk seemed to be fine, but in fact he had already suffered very serious internal injuries.

This made the blood-clothed monk have a fear of Chen Yang.

And he vaguely sensed that Chen Yang seemed to be targeting him.

Otherwise, why would Chen Yang follow him wherever he goes?

The reason why he wanted to escape from Huacheng was to avoid the pursuit of the police on the one hand, and to avoid Chen Yang on the other hand.

He really didn't want to meet this evil star again.

The car is speeding down the street, and it is getting closer and closer to the highway intersection.

The blood-clothed monk's nervous mood also relaxed a little.

As long as he is on the highway, the sky is high and the birds can fly, and he can still live his previous chic life.

At this moment, a silver Lamborghini suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror of the car, getting closer and closer to the car.

The Lamborghini was very fast, close to one hundred and forty yards per hour.

The blood-clothed monk had a hint of alarm in his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to accelerate and shake off the car.

However, before he could step on the accelerator, the Lamborghini sped past his car, far overtaking his car.

Then, Lamborghini braked suddenly, pulled a 90-degree bend, and came to a sideways stop in the middle of the road.

The road is narrow, with only two lanes.

Lamborghini crossed to the middle of the road, and under normal circumstances, the blood-clothed monk's Nissan could not pass at all.

The blood-clothed monk did not dare to break in.

After all, now that the Huacheng police are trying their best to arrest him, it is better to keep a low profile at this time.

The blood-clad monk slowed down and pulled up near the Lamborghini.

Then he poked his head out of the window and shouted at the Lamborghini: "Dude, what are you doing, I have urgent business here, please get out of the way!"

The door of the Lamborghini opened, and a tall man got out of the car and slowly walked towards the Nissan of the blood-clothed monk.

As the figure progressed, the blood-clothed monk finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

In an instant, the blood-clothed monk's face changed drastically, revealing a frightened expression.

I saw that the man was wearing half a delicate silver mask on the left side of his face, and the right half of his face was angular and handsome.

He was wearing a black casual suit, and the shirt inside did not have a tie, but two buttons were unbuttoned.

The man also had a half-burned cigarette in his right hand.

The whole looks ungrouped and chic and abnormal!

With such a look, this dress, the blood-clothed monk has seen it for the second time.

The first time I saw him, it was many years ago, and he was left with the deep scar on his face, as well as extremely serious internal injuries.

The man walked to the front of the Nissan car, stretched out his finger and knocked on the front cover of the car, and said lightly to the blood-clothed monk in the car: "Come out!"

How dare the blood-clothed monk go out.

He immediately hung up the reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator tightly, wanting to stay away from this man!

It's a pity that as soon as his gear was hung up, the lights on the dashboard went out, and the engine and engine stopped working.

At the moment of the strike, the man had already destroyed the tires, engine, and engine of the car.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the blood-clothed monk had no choice but to push the car door and get out of the car, trembling and walking in front of the man.

Then he said with a trembling voice: "Nan...... Lord Nandi, good ...... Long time no see, you...... The style is still the same!"

Yes, that's right, this man is our Chen Yang Chen Daguan.

The way he looks now is one of the classic outfits he once wore when he was a Southern Emperor.

When Chen Yang left from that alley, he had already guessed that the group of policemen would not be able to keep the blood-clothed monk.

So when he got back to the bar, he drove out himself.

Probably a few years ago, he had a fight with the Blood-Clad Monk.

At that time, his combat strength was not as good as it is now, and although he was seriously injured by the blood-clothed monk, he was not left behind.

Chen Yang has been regretting it in his heart for many years.

I didn't expect to see this product again in the bar of Flower City today.

Chen Yang decided that he would not be able to let go of the blood-clothed monk this time no matter what.

Just now, because of the presence of Ye Shilin, a policeman, Chen Yang was not a good killer, so he could only act like an ordinary person, confuse Ye Shilin, and take the opportunity to create a chance for the blood-clothed monk to escape.

Now that there is no one around, and the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time to kill people and set fires.

Chen Yang took a puff of his cigarette and said lightly to the blood-clothed monk, "Do you know why I came to you?"

The blood-clothed monk swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said cautiously, "This...... I really don't know, please let Nandi know!"

He didn't recognize that the Nandi in front of him was the person who fought with him just now.

is mainly because Chen Yang is now completely cold and handsome, and he is like the previous decadent temperament.

The blood-clothed monk was frightened, and it was naturally difficult to distinguish.

He only thought that Nandi was looking for him for something else, and he didn't expect that Nandi was here to kill him.

After all, Nandi and he are both characters in the underworld.

The things he did might seem evil to ordinary people, but in the eyes of people in the underworld, those things were nothing.

Chen Yang dusted off his cigarette ashes, looked at the blood-clothed monk and said, "It seems that I overestimated your IQ, so I'll tell you that I'm here to sentence you to death!"

The blood-clothed monk's face turned pale, and his body trembled like chaff.

He forced himself out a smile and said, "Lord Nandi, you...... Are you kidding me, I haven't done anything to offend you!"

Chen Yang sneered: "You haven't done anything to offend me, but you have killed women from good families many times, killed people and oversold goods, and did all kinds of evil, these crimes can only be washed away with your blood!"

The blood-clothed monk looked at Chen Yang rather confused, wondering if he was having auditory hallucinations.

The dignified king of killers would say things that only a judge would say.

When it comes to homicide, you, the king of killers, have obviously killed more than me, right?

What kind of judge are you pretending to be at this time!

(End of chapter)