If you die, you can't even die, and it's worth it?

The brilliance flashed, and the gift bag in the mall warehouse was opened by him, and then Yan Yu felt a sinking in his hand, a blue glass bottle filled with unknown liquid, and a thin book.

"The ...... of the Blue Bottle"

Uncorked the bottle, Yan Yu suffocated. I only felt a tingling sensation coming from my body, and with a crackling sound, his thin body rose in vain and became stronger, and the muscles quickly condensed.

The abundance of strength made him feel indescribably full and comfortable. His physique was much stronger than before, like a man who had been exercising for many years.

As soon as he turned the first page, the book of experience turned into a stream of red light and drilled into his head, and mixed information continued to pour in and quickly integrate.

"I have a splitting headache. ”

Yan Yu felt it, the huge battle memory, the feeling of being forcefully stuffed into his head, was not so pleasant. However, unlike drinking the potion, the body shape has not changed much.

When he saw the question mark icon in the warehouse, the moment he opened it, he listed five or six three-dimensional images, ranging from switchblades and daggers to baseball bats and steel pipes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that these things are different from what he has seen before, and there is a cold and awe-inspiring feeling. Maybe this is what quality is called?

The blade naturally has to be bladed, which can quickly make people lose their combat effectiveness. The sticks and the like were directly ignored by him, and after lingering for a long time, he finally chose the dagger of about a foot.

The switchblade is too short, and the slice knife is too piercing. The dagger is just right and can be hidden.

"Sneer......"

Holding the dagger, a familiar feeling came, Yan Yu pulled out a beautiful knife flower, and slashed it on the bedside table at will, the wood fell in response, and the cut was smooth and burr-free.

Yan Yu touched the bedside table, couldn't help but sigh lightly, and put the dagger on his waist. Looking at the time, it should be about the same. Grabbed my phone and walked out.

Walking out of the garbage-strewn corridor, when he saw the scene on the street, Yan Yu still had the illusion of being in a trance. As if it were all fake, he was dreaming, a dream that could not be more real.

Half an hour ago, I was still an otaku with weak limbs and never exercised. Now he is a gangster who has experienced a hundred battles and has a physique comparable to that of special forces.

After a while, Yan Yu copied his pocket and walked to the clothing store not far away. The tattoo on his chest has always reminded him that this is a fact, an established fact.

And he had no room for resistance.

"Wang, get me a jacket. "Now that the weather is getting cooler, there is already a faint hint of winter coming. Yan Yu felt the need to add an extra piece of clothing.

The boss who greeted the guests turned his head and saw Yan Yu, his face changed slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he had to force a smile and said: "Brother Yan, are you burying me? ”

Yan Yu had completely substituted himself into the role of a gangster at this time, and took the jacket with a pestle, but he didn't leave at the door, and looked inside with his chin raised: "Eh, I said, what about your daughter, Lao Wang? Why didn't you see Xiao Ai today." ”

In the memory of the gangsters, Xiao Ai and him have known each other since childhood. But later, because he mixed with society and Xiao Ai was studying, the two gradually drifted apart.

"Uh, alas, Xiao Ai is back, back to his hometown. The boss's eyelids twitched, and he smiled: "You buy a pack of cigarettes for this money......"

"Yo, that's embarrassing. ”

Yan Yu refused in his mouth, but his paws quickly grabbed the two crumpled banknotes, put on his jacket and left here with a proud face.

"Phew. Hit the streets. The smile on Lao Wang's face disappeared the moment he turned around, replaced by a thick hatred and resentment.

For a gangster like Yan Yu, they can't afford to offend their small business, so they can only scold behind their backs. But if revenge is never daring, it is easy to beat Yan Yu, a little gangster, but who can afford the revenge of his club later?

"Fortunately, Lao Wang has eyesight. Yan Yu quickened his pace, he didn't have any money in his pocket. This is the only way to do it.

I took two boxes of cigarettes at the commissary, smoked them cheaply, and gave them to my eldest brother if they were good. He hadn't forgotten that he had another task to buy cigarettes for him.

lit a cigarette, tinkered with his antique mobile phone, found Brother Tian's number and dialed it. There was a blind sound, followed by a cacophony of sounds, and after a while, it gradually subsided.

"Hey, Yan Zi, I'll leave this game hall on Chunyang Street, come here. Brother Tian said and hung up without waiting for Yan Yu to answer.

Yan Yu played with his mobile phone, and a look of thought appeared in his eyes: "You must first find an opportunity to leave an impression on some bigwigs, so that you can have more opportunities to climb up." ”

He needs to make a name for himself and give himself a chance. The identity of the gangster has been locked, and this cannot be changed.

In this case, it is better to do the opposite, be a villain, and turn this novel into an underworld text.

Moreover, this is the real world, who said...... The bad guys can't beat the good guys?

......

Longbao Street, where the dance hall that collects protection money is located.

Recently, the people of the New Fuhui Club have been trying to seize control of Lung Po Street all the time. During this time, there were many armed fights between the two sides.

At this time, Longbao Street is particularly chaotic. Yan Yu was a little vigilant and touched the dagger.

Not long after, Yan Yu came to Chunyang Street, found Brother Tian who was waiting for him at the door of the video hall, and handed him the cigarette in his pocket.

"It's a little late. Let's go. Brother Tian tore open the package, took one in his mouth and let Yan Yu light it, comfortably sprayed a smoke ring, and walked towards the destination with figure-eight steps.

Ding, the quest is completed, and 2 bonus points are obtained.

Yan Yu narrowed his eyes, and followed behind Brother Tian with his usual expression.

Cross the intersection and come to the door of the ballroom. Brother Tian walked in directly with Yan Yu.

"Yo, Brother Tian, why are you here? I'll look for ......"

As soon as he entered the door, a woman in her early thirties, wearing a high-forked cheongsam with a bumpy figure, greeted her, and her coquettish smile seemed to hook away Brother Tian's soul.

This is Sister Yun, the mommy of the dance hall. was also a bastard at the beginning, but later he retired from the rivers and lakes, and co-opened this dance hall with others, which was under the stars.

"Sister Yun, I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you swollen again. I'll rub it for you......" Feeling the surprising softness coming from his arm, Brother Tian unconsciously stretched out the sin demon claw.

"Hate~" Sister Yun knocked off his salty pig hand and gave him a blank look.

"Something is wrong. ”

Yan Yu was keenly aware that although this Sister Yun tried her best to cover it up, her demeanor was still a little unnatural. Out of the corner of his eye, he always glanced at the bar.

The experience book brings not only the improvement of frontal fighting, but also the all-round quality enhancement of observation, stealth and so on.

To put it simply, he is now like a scout in the special forces, but a weakened version of the copycat.

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