Out of the car, the 13th district was suddenly lively. It's a safe time, and many of the city's citizens who have taken refuge + play here will come here until they step up the dilapidated staircase to the ground, and the crowds around them will be endless.

When you get out of the subway, the facilities are old, the environment is bad, and the fish and dragons are mixed. Many little rotten boys sat on the steps with cigarette butts in their mouths, and their eyes were sneaky and looking around, like hyenas on the prairie with nothing to do, looking for suitable prey.

After all, the real big people in the park don't take the subway. A true warrior who dares to cross the red danger zone on the surface and blast the heads of all those who stand in his way.

At this time, a group of hip-hop buddies swaggered through the market. They either have reggae dreadlocks or Marvel Black Panther's cousin Eric's cool deflated triple hairstyle, swaggering down from the other side.

This group of people looked like all the bullies, arrogant and arrogant, lined up, occupied half of the stairs, and forced passers-by to give way from a distance. And Bai Lang cut on the other party's path.

He glanced at it, and only the big gold chain on the neck of the black man in the middle, who was fat, ugly-looking, and had turned up his nostrils, as if he had failed to evolve, had a 'spirit' fluctuation. The rest of the Nigo, who pinned their pistols to their waists or in front of their crotch elastic bands, looked arrogant and domineering, but they were just ordinary gangsters.

However, the hottest white wave eye of them is still not wearing pants. The loose and fat pants only mention the base of the thighs, and when you walk, you have to use one hand to hold the belt, exposing the big belly in the shorts, which is simply unreasonable?! It makes people wonder if their brains are fully developed, and they are not afraid of falling to death when they walk like this?

This terrible scene made Bai Lang, who was not obsessive-compulsive, feel extremely uncomfortable, and a grievance stuck in his chest was not vomiting or unhappy. This group of half-worn Nigo was so bad, like an intelligently degraded ape, that he couldn't help but open his mouth to warn.

"Hey, don't look at them." Nick lifted his arm and put it on Bai Lang's shoulder, dragging him to the side, out of the way, and explained in a low voice, "It's a racial and cultural difference. Paying too much attention to them or kindly reminding them will be seen as provocation and then shot to death by embarrassed African-Americans. ”

"So wild? The security in Eden is really bad. Lang, who came to North America for the first time in his life, exclaimed.

"No, I'm not talking about Eden, I'm talking about the entire market of America. In any city in the beautiful country, Africans have the custom of wearing pants half-worn, which means 'unmarried, but anal'. ”

“……”

Bai Lang's eyes were numb when he heard this, and he couldn't scold the 'beast barbarian' anymore. The free and sweet air of this country is really suffocating.

Listening to the explanation, Lang couldn't help but glance again, although these guys are ugly, their temperament is not 0, why are they so sassy?

Just because they glanced at the crowd one more time, the Ni brothers keenly caught the disdain in Lang's eyes, and then showed an arrogant and vicious smile, and swayed towards them.

When Nick saw this scene, he rolled his eyes helplessly: "Trouble." ”

At this time, the obsessive rotten boy took out his pants in one hand and pulled out the crotch with the other, pulled out a revolver and aimed it at him and Nick, shook his head and shouted a little confused: "Hey, men! Your eyes are really?? It's disgusting, you're discriminating against my mom? You damn mother-faker racist, believe it or not I'm going to shoot you in that damn knee? Hand over your money! Compensate me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the younger brothers around him surrounded him, each drew his weapon from his waist, and forced Bai Lang and Nick to stop on the platform at the junction of the stairs. With an extremely casual approach, shaking the pistol, very unprofessional, a posture of going crazy and crashing at any time to show you.

The location is not remote, and people come and go from the side from time to time. After seeing this familiar scene, he subconsciously went around to the other side, leaving enough private space for Bai Lang and the others to solve the trouble.

And the bastards who squatted at the exit of the tunnel and smoked began to whistle and start to watch the excitement.

Bai Lang didn't feel nervous, and turned his head to look at the guide: "Are you sure this is a safe zone?" ”

Nick showed a submissive smile, raised his hands high, signaled that he was harmless, and calmly said to Bai Lang: "Of course, don't be nervous, leave everything to me." ”

"Hey, what about you, stupid racist stupid bird, don't look around, me?? Talking to you? ”

Bai Lang unhappily pushed the barrel of the gun that was about to reach his head, and explained seriously: "I'm not a racist, I?? Didn't discriminate against you at all, you damn Nigger! ”

Bang!

The fat pig-nosed Nigo instantly showed an angry face, and fired a shot in Bai Lang's ear, the bullet hit the wall and bounced off, and a huge gunfire rang out in the corridor, attracting the attention of the surrounding passers-by, and then he lowered his head indifferently and slightly shifted the route to speed up.

"Are you sure it's not a robbery?"

After making sure that the other party did not dare to attack him, Bai Lang looked at the guide without fear, and the latter showed a helpless expression.

"Hey, you?? Shut up, you insulted me, I have the right to shoot at you and defend my dignity. But we only charge you up to $1,000 in compensation, not robbery. Don't force me to use force, or I'll blow your knees out!" See my necklace? I am the most devout believer in Christ, you damned blasphemous! You?? Hear me clearly, in the safe zone, my behavior is called 'saying hello'! Hello, do you understand? That's hello, weak chicken! Get the money! ”

The fat man aimed a gun at Bai Lang with one hand, his legs suddenly opened, and he put on an unusually stupid pose, but he stopped the half-worn pants from slipping down, and shook the hiphop cross around his neck with his free hand, making a threat.

"Calm down, brother, this guy is new and doesn't understand the rules, so we'll pay, you see, compensate for your sincerity."

Nick hurriedly stopped Bai Lang's provocation, took out his wallet from his jacket pocket, and shook it at Ni. It's like a dog teasing stick, instantly attracting their attention.

Then, some strange fluctuations spread, and the [Thorns]'s spiritual defense ability was suddenly triggered, and a chill flashed in Bai Lang's mind, and then he saw Nick take out a stack of white paper prepared in advance from his wallet and flick it in the air.

The robbers immediately smiled with joy.

The guide beside him seemed to use some kind of ability, and several Nigo's eyes lit up, and they fell into a hypnotized illusion state, reached out and grabbed the white paper, and nodded it skillfully, revealing a satisfied look.

Nick emphasized: "This is two thousand, the bottom line of extortion has been reached, you need to return me two dollars, otherwise you will get into trouble." ”

"Mother Fakeer! Be silent. Dude, give him two cents. The eldest brother took the lead with satisfaction and put the white paper into his pocket and gestured to the little brother beside him.

"Reward you, Bichi." The younger brother took out two coins and smashed them at Nick.

Bai Lang asked again at this time: "He said that shooting the knee is not an active injury?" ”

"Ahem, the indicators of greetings, civil conflicts and minor injuries here are different from those of the outside world, so you should adapt as soon as possible. Non-fatal gunshot wounds do not suffice to cause intentional injury. ”

"Got it? Rookie, be smart. After receiving the paper money, Nigo still stared at the location where Nick put away his wallet, and finally chose to retreat.

He usually poked the revolver back into his crotch, still triumphant, and provocatively said: "If it weren't for the 'safe state' now, you would dare to discriminate against my race, insult my faith, believe it or not, I will shoot you with a shot......"

Bang!

Before Ni Ge's words fell, he had already been slapped in the face by Bai Lang, lifted the fat man weighing more than 200 catties with one hand, and slapped it towards the wall on his side.

After a boom, a dull sound and trembling, dust fell. The back of his head was heavily embedded in the wall, the old porcelain shard was smashed into a pit, his eyes rolled white, and he was concussed by the violent impact, and his body trembled violently like a sheep's madness.

The baggy pants also fell, revealing a large patterned short, and the revolver at the crotch fell to the ground with a thud.

"He sneaks up on the boss, him!"

A horse boy reacted and immediately raised his gun to aim at Bai Lang. At this moment, his legs were like dragons, and with his thick thighs like tree stumps, he swept and kicked one knee after another, bent his joints, and twisted them into a thousand postures. Screams rang out one after another.

At the same time as he made a legitimate defense, a certain indescribable, but incomparably clear 'aura' began to condense in his body.

Lang recalls what Nick introduced, which is supposed to be the 'red name condensation' caused by the deliberate injury in the safe zone, which is commonly known as the 'hunting mark'. It's just that he is stuck on the edge of 'greeting and greetings' because of his very measured shot, and this kind of mark is only looming, and it does not break through the threshold and really takes shape.

Overdone?

Bian Lang felt the fluctuation of hovering in the 'red name line', and repeatedly jumped sideways by smashing several Nigo's arms to varying degrees, and the feeling of 'red name monster' was about to come out.

On the side, Nick saw his behavior, opened his mouth, and did not stop it.

A thin Nigo looked frightened, trembling as he raised his gun to pull the trigger. Bai Lang didn't turn his head to look at him, but raised his left hand, grabbed the muzzle of the gun and pulled it upward, and the index finger in the trigger was twisted and deformed.

Click!

"Ahhhh In the scream, the pistol fired, and one bullet after another flew into the air, Bai Lang exerted his strength again, his entire wrist was broken, and the gunfire stopped.

"Huh? Am I red? "Quantitative changes produce qualitative changes, although his 'greetings' for every Nigo did not break through Eden's bottom line for civilians, but six or seven together, he has formed a faint 'hunting mark', which is a punishment for deliberately harming ordinary people.

Bai Lang's cuffs shook, a cold light flashed, and a metallic wrench cut out of his sleeve and was held in his hand.

Nigo, who came back to his senses, exclaimed, "Ah...... Don't come here! ”

Bai Lang stepped forward and came to him, without saying a word, he pulled up with a wrench.

He didn't use the physical blows on both sides this time, so instead of breaking out the 'medical curse', he punched half of his head into a dent, and the 'red name' really got worse, and he was now maliciously harming the property of the Garden of Eden.

Turn the wrench, and the 'Bone Curse' erupts!

Bang!

Nigo's shattered bones are all forcibly corrected, and even if they are crushed and fractured, they can be temporarily pieced together piece by piece. With 'Healing Output', the Hunt Mark is slowly lowered by a bit.

And it worked!

Bai Lang's eyes lit up, and in the frightened gaze of your buddy, he showed a kind expression, and his thick and powerful arms continued to fall with great force.

Bang! Bang! Bang......

He kept switching between 'output', feeling the condensation and decline of 'red name', trying to judge certain standards of Eden. In the end, he was a screwdriver and a wrench, and he reduced the conflict from a civil dispute to a 'daily hello'.

"Everybody sees, I'm a doctor! You will bear witness for me. ”

Bai Lang looked around at the onlookers, frantically waving the activity wrench physical therapy in the safety zone. As he took out a 'nail gun' from his arms even more viciously, turned on the industrial Chinese medicine mode, and fired steel nails continuously at several key points of the fat man, nailing it through the wall, letting out a desperate scream like killing a pig, and the 'hunting mark' on his body became fainter and weaker. The guide beeped the dog's face.

Could it be that he also used abilities? Why can't I feel it?

This is Bai Lang stood up, put away the wrench, stuffed the nail gun back into the inside of his clothes, bent down to search for a stack of banknotes from the Ni buddies, and explained: "Although it exceeds the $1,000 limit, I charge for medical expenses, repair fees, acupuncture fees, and medical equipment wear and tear...... Actually, some are not enough. But that's okay, it's a tip, no thanks. ”

He picked out a few dirty ones from the banknotes, rolled them up, and stabbed them into their wounds, then waved at Nick.

The guide hurried up: "It seems that you have adapted to the rhythm of life in the Garden of Eden. ”

"I've lived here before, but I left with my memories erased, and I just seemed to have regained a sense of familiarity? It felt great and I gradually understood everything. ”

"No wonder."