There is another life here, called the Fall! The angels who had fallen from heaven had their wings broken and had been reduced to inferior creatures to survive with the plague.

The high walls are graffiti with portraits of angels turned demons, bloody slaughter, and naked women, and it is full of endless sins, so it is called Sin City.

Vice City is a taboo in Palermo, where people of different races live, including the declining underworld families, exotic terrorists, and countless small gangs and small organizations, coexisting with 'Wagonnay', the same forgotten place in Palermo, mysterious, dark, and invisible.

A figure limped on long legs near a small bar, and before the sun went down, it was already lit up with neon, blinking and glowing, with a dangerous popping sound, and at any moment it could burst out of the glass foam due to aging.

The lame man wiped his nose with his sleeve, he pushed open the wooden door, and the rumbling music inside suddenly roared, even standing on the street, the eardrum was cracked.

"Cripple, you're here again today!" A waiter with a plate yells at the lame man, and you don't have to shout here, you can't hear what the other person is saying.

The lame man climbed into a chair with cloudy eyes and a mouth wide open, a mouthful of yellow teeth emitting a disgusting stench.

"Oh my gosh, look how long it's been since he's brushed his teeth!" The little boy standing at the bar had a strange voice, and he slammed the bottle in front of the cripple. "Oh, no, no, don't speak, take your wine and drink it on the side!"

The cripple was not angry, he stretched out his trembling hand to pick up the mouth of the bottle, twisted off the high chair crookedly, and moved in the direction of the corner really obediently.

In fact, the lame man is not short, probably because of the relationship between one foot and lameness, which makes his whole person look a lot crooked, one shoulder is high and the other shoulder is low. Long hair covered most of his face, and his body stinked.

Leaning against the wall, the lame man drank slowly, and in the dim light, his nose hissed, as if there was an endless runny nose. And everyone who walked past him to the toilet cursed at him. Because lame feet often trip people, he is often beaten! The bartender here is always kind enough to take his hand and chase away the guests, but there is always a constant stream of beatings. It's been a long time. No one will stand up for him anymore, watching him being kicked and beaten like a dog is also a sight to behold here, and no one knows why this cripple always appears here at the same time, walks away with a bottle of wine, and then is beaten and thrown in the back alley. And then no one remembered that such a cripple had ever appeared.

The lame man seemed to be a little different today, he leaned against the wall very calmly, and shrunk his feet as far as he could, and brought himself close to the edge of the shelf where the empty bottles were kept, where there were very few people walking, it was an aisle.

"Hey, cripple, don't stand there, go next to it!" The people at the bar waved at him. Motioning for him to go away, there are surprisingly many customers today, and there is nothing to say about business, if the wine bottle pushed up here is smashed because of this lame, then they will definitely be deducted from their wages by the boss.

The cripple nodded. He hid the bottle in his clothes, dragged his lame leg forward a few steps, and disappeared before their eyes.

"Look, that cripple is going to be beaten again!" I don't know who looked at the cripple's back and laughed gloatingly.

"Oh, yes. You see the direction he's going to go, go. Let's go check it out! ”

"Are you two impatient?" A bartender, who looked a little more sophisticated, quickly stopped them. "The boss said, it's all safe today, there are some big people inside, and those who don't want to die will go to work, and the table over there will be cleaned up!"

The voice behind him was so loud that it was impossible to pretend not to hear it, the cripple stopped after taking a few steps, he slowly turned around and looked at the people behind him, and continued to move forward. His right hand was in his big torn trench coat, and the bottle of wine was hidden under his shoulder socket, and his nose was sprayed with moisture, and his feet dragged forward with great difficulty.

"Stop!" There was a big bad head in front of him blocking the way, and the cripple slowly raised his head, sighed, and then turned and left.

"I heard that Xiao Rin appeared in this area a few days ago, and the boss asked us to ......" The cripple just wanted to turn around and walk backwards, but the big bad head behind him grabbed his shoulder.

"You two shut up!" He yelled at the people next to him, and the big eyes of the Brass Bells glared at the cripple who was a head shorter than himself. "Damn, those miscellaneous pieces haven't come yet, I'm about to vomit blood, do you think it's this cripple?"

"Crippled?"

"Cripple!" The two of them walked out, and when they saw the already frightened and trembling people, they immediately burst out laughing. "That's right, it's him, the living sign of this bar, a cripple who can't be beaten no matter how you fight."

"That's it! Lao Tzu has no place to vent his anger now, so he will use you to vent his anger! ”

"No, no, uncle, not today!" The lame man shook his head, muttered indistinctly, and shrank backwards vigorously, seeing that he was about to hit the shelf behind him, and the whole man was lifted up by the big man, and his feet were about three or four centimeters away from the ground.

Ahem, ahem! The lame man's nervous hand grabbed the big man's wrist, but the hand that was wiping his clothes refused to take it out, and he coughed violently, and the stench in his mouth made the big man angry.

"! It's like a dung pit. ”

Bang! The neatly stacked shelves are scattered all over the ground, and the sound of the clatter is flying all over the sky with the glass, and the whole person is trapped in you, and the glass is everywhere on his body, and the blood is smashed out of the bloody hole, and the blood is poofing out.

The big man stepped forward, stepped on the shards, lifted him up and threw him against the wall beside him, the cripple bounced back and fell to the ground motionless, a pool of water flowed out from under him, the bottle he was holding just now was crushed by him, and his right hand was still rubbing in his clothes.

"Get up, don't play dead for me!" The big man kicked the cripple, and when he didn't move, he threw it like a sandbag, and then fell to the ground in free fall.

The people who watched were terrified, now, this cripple should not survive anymore! This is everyone's voice, and behind the good show, there is also a little sympathy.

Uh-huh! The lame man moved, let out a long moan, and after a few steps, the big man turned his head, and saw the motionless cripple as if he was about to get up.

He stared at him in surprise for a moment, and then rushed over. "Forget it, there are important guests today, don't cause trouble, the boss will be unhappy." The two people before immediately stopped the big guy, but he was a cripple, just play with it, don't take it so seriously.

After the crippled man staggered to his feet, he looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground, and most of his face was so bloodstained that he couldn't see a human form at all.

"He's really a cripple who can't be killed!"

"Wow, is this still human? You can't die like this! ”

The clamor was covered by one layer, not for the big guy, but for this cripple who couldn't be killed.

The big man roared, and he shook the two men around him with all his might, and he raised his fist and swung it at the cripple's face.

Bang! It hit the cripple man on the head, and the whole person fell backwards, and then the big man raised his right leg and kicked him in the abdomen. "Today, Lao Tzu has to beat you to death!"

"Ahh Someone screamed, only to see a thin man block the big man's feet with one arm at the last moment, and then heard a crashing sound, the big man was overturned, and a tumble in the air fell in front of the shelf where the lame man had just fallen, and several shelves with empty wine bottles smashed on his head.

"Who are you?" Seeing that the big man had been knocked down, the two people just now rushed up, and suddenly they retracted their steps and saw a large dog coming out from behind the young man and blocking them.

"Can you get up?" The young man held out his hand to the lame.

"Can you buy me wine?"

"You can have as much as you want!"

The big man shook his body and got up from the ground, he knocked the two people in front of him, his left fist pulled away, his right leg hooked up and beckoned to the cripple, everyone thought that his target would be this person from the previous year, but they were all wrong.

Before the lame man knew what was the matter, he felt a gust of wind running by, and the man who had promised to buy him wine had come from his right to his left.

"Remember that my name is Xiao Rin, and I am the one you have to wait for!"

"What, are you Xiao Rin?" Without waiting for the two of them to react, they saw Xiao Rin take a step forward, raised his foot and put it on the big man's chest, kicked him back to the same place, kicked his feet and pressed down heavily before he got up, crossed his head, clicked, and the whole head turned three hundred and sixty degrees under his strong force.

Not a drop of blood! That's how people died!

Xiao Rin sneered, his ten fingers into his neck and pulled it upwards hard, and his head was torn off like this. "Go and tell me, the person they're waiting for is here!"

None of the people who can survive in Sin City are good, but this is the first time I've seen someone tear apart like a beast. "Still not leading the way?" Xiao Rin looked at the two frightened people in front of him and laughed. "I don't want to be late yet!"

The cripple suddenly pulled the corner of Xiao Rin's clothes, and his face was covered in blood and shook his head at him.

"Ah, your wine! If you don't go in with me, there should be a lot of wine in there!" ”

The cripple nodded, and on that face where he couldn't see clearly, he seemed to be smiling! But no one heard his laughter.

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