Seeing that Scarface's big hand was about to be thrown onto Mu Shui's little face, it was intercepted at the moment when it was about to get closer.

"You don't have to deal with a child like that." Jiang Luo pulled Scarface's arm to dissuade.

"Weak chicken, what do you mean?" Scarface looked at Jiang Luo, as if surprised that he would stand up to stop him.

"Big brother, he just arrived here, and he doesn't understand the rules here." At this time, Fang Wu stood up and tried to reconcile the two, pulling Jiang Luo with his hand, wanting to ask Jiang Luo to let go. He whispered in Jiang Luo's ear: "Brother, this is the situation here. It's not a normal time now, and even if you commit a crime, no one can do anything to you. They are all quite restrained, just to feed themselves, and they haven't done too many things that have lost their conscience. If you want to live, you have to cooperate with them, otherwise everyone will have nothing to play. ”

"Huh."

A cold snort came in from outside the tent, and the red-haired young woman walked in, and the scene that had just happened fell into her eyes.

"Fang Wu, is this someone who can join the gang?"

Fang Wu scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, let's go, he's not for us."

Unexpectedly, the red-haired young woman did not continue to embarrass Jiang Luo and the mother and son, but chose to leave straightforwardly.

But Scarface was obviously very unhappy, and when he went out, he deliberately knocked over the iron basin containing half a bowl of fish soup, and the soup spilled all over the ground, even splashing on the mother and son.

"You're in luck." He glared at Jiang Luo fiercely.

However, at the moment when he turned around and walked out of the tent, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, and he knelt on the ground with an "ah", only to see a sharp dagger stuck in his waist behind his back, and the blood oozing out quickly soaked through his dirty school uniform.

The younger brother Mu Huo and Mu Mu were stunned by the sudden scene, no one expected this to happen, and the person who attacked him was Mu Shui, who had been silent next to him.

"You kid...... Wow......" Scar's face was sweating profusely, and he gritted his teeth and said this.

"Help him out!"

The red-haired young woman instructed the other youths to carefully help Scarface outside, and stepped forward to check on the situation. Fortunately, Mu Shui was only eight years old, and his strength was obviously insufficient, so he didn't insert the dagger deeply. She also noticed that the dagger was clearly a military dagger.

"Don't pull it out!" She immediately stopped the man who tried to help Scarface pull out the dagger.

"You're going to kill him! Go get my medicine box, quick! ”

If it is really a military dagger, there will definitely be a blood groove on the blade, and the moment it is pulled out, it will magnify the wound and cause more serious damage.

After the medicine box was brought over, the young woman had Scarface carried to a nearby tent, and half an hour passed, but the young woman still did not come out, and there was no movement inside, during which Mu's mother and son and Jiang Luo were strictly controlled by other gangsters.

"Xiaoshui, where did you get the dagger! How dare you hurt people with a knife......" Mu Mu muttered to the indifferent Mu Shui in shock and fear, she was already a little out of order, and in this case, she didn't know what the outcome would be. Xiaohuo grew up beside her, she knows it very well, and Mu Shui, who was raised by her uncle since she was a child, she only came into contact with this month. If it weren't for her husband, they wouldn't have fallen into such a situation.

Finally, in Mu's infinite panic, the red-haired young woman came out of the tent.

"Big sister, how is big brother?" A group of thugs asked anxiously.

"There's no danger for the time being." After saying that, she looked at the mother and son in the tent.

"It's a really biting dog that doesn't bark, such a vicious little cub."

At this time, Mu's mother was dragging her sick body and holding her two children, and after hearing the young woman's words, she firmly protected the two children behind her.

"You...... What do you want to ......?"

With a "bang", a sharp and shiny dagger was thrown on the concrete floor by the red-haired young woman, and the familiar appearance made Jiang Luo recognize it at a glance, it was the military's Type 95 dagger.

"We have no ill will towards you, but your cub almost killed my brother, what do you think I can ......do," the young red-haired woman said playfully.

"I'm so ruthless at a young age, I'm afraid it will be terrible if I grow up! Whoever stabs with one hand will cut off the other! In the second half of the sentence, she was like a hideous lioness, her face full of murder.

"No, don't do that!" Mu Mu pleaded and looked at the thugs who picked up the dagger and walked towards them.

Although Mu Shui's face was already pale with fright, he didn't have a trace of expression. He has been instilled with the idea from a young age that feelings will dull you and that the person he is going to be does not need feelings.

"He's still young, he doesn't understand anything, I'll be responsible for anything!" Mu Mu firmly stood in front of Mu Shui.

Looking at his mother who blocked the bad guys for herself, Mu Shui, who was not good at expressing her emotions, felt that her eyes were a little moist. After he was led out of that place by his grandfather, it was the first time he had seen his mother since he could remember. She was beautiful at the time, and she smiled at herself like that, even though she didn't have any expressions or words. After so many days, he fled with her all the way, and he never called her mother, not that he didn't approve of her, but the ideas he had been instilled since childhood made him really not know how to speak.

"Mom...... Mom, you get out of the way, one person does the work and one person does it! Mu Shui opened his mouth several times before he called out Mom with difficulty.

"Brother, I don't want to go, I don't want my mother to go, let's run, I miss my father's ......" The childish Mu Huo cried.

"Your mother and son have a deep relationship, but my brother can't suffer for no reason." A thug said that he was going to go over and grab water.

"No, don't!" Mu Mu grabbed the gangster's hand and pleaded.

When Mu Mu dragged him back, another gangster came forward to grab Mu Shui again.

Mu Mu used her body to block the gangster's front and bit the gangster's arm with her mouth.

"Yikes! Stinky! The gangster was in pain and slapped Mu Mu in the face.

In all fairness, Mu's mother, who is about thirty years old, would definitely be a graceful young woman if she was not a servant and died of illness and anger, but at this moment she is like a crazy woman pestering the gangsters, not letting them get close to her children.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm......" She bit the thug's arm, letting out a cry of pain, but she didn't let go.

Mu Shui and Mu Huo saw that their mother was beaten, and they also rushed forward to beat the two gangsters, but they were kicked away and rolled on the ground with pain in their stomachs.

The other people in the tent were watching from a distance, even though some didn't know what was going on. Although they sympathized with the mother and son, they had no choice at all, they were all a group of old and young women and children here, and they couldn't take care of themselves, so how could they have the ability to help others.

The gangster who was bitten by Mu Mu finally broke free, he looked at his arm that was bitten out of blood, took a breath of cold air, rushed out without looking back, picked up the iron rod on the ground, and rushed into the camp.

"Old, I'm going to kill you today, don't blame me!"

He swung the iron rod fiercely and knocked it on Mu Mu's leg.

It can be seen that if this stick goes down, the poor woman is definitely a lame!

The onlookers closed their eyes in some reluctance.

But the imaginary cries of pain were not heard for a long time before they opened their eyes and looked into the tent.

Jiang Luo grabbed the gangster's iron rod with his hand, and his hand was already numb from the shock at this moment. Since he woke up last time, he could obviously feel that his body's reaction speed was much faster, such as grasping a steel pipe with his bare hands, which he would not have dared to imagine before.

"It's you!" The gangsters tried to pull out the steel rod, but the other party grabbed it unexpectedly tightly, and he didn't expect that this thin young man's strength was really not small.

"Fang Wu, the good guy you found!" The thug looked at Fang Wu.

Fang Wu could only touch his bald head and smile awkwardly, he didn't expect this young man to be a bird again.

"Boy, what are you doing?" With a question, a steel rod hit Jiang Luo from behind.

It seemed to be out of the conditioned reflex of his body, and when Jiang Luo thought that he was going to hide, he actually dodged directly, although due to his slow movements, he was still grazed by a, and a hot pain soon came from his back.

He stumbled out, picked up the that the young red-haired woman had given him earlier, and turned to confront the thugs on the other side.

Except for an injured Scarface, who was now surrounded by six thugs.

"Weak chicken, good skills!" The young redhead said mockingly, observing him playfully.

In fact, Jiang Luo's fighting skills are all on paper, he has never experienced a fight with children in Dalian since he was a child, and at this time, facing six young men with steel rods, he panicked.

Why do you want to make a bird? He didn't know, but he felt that he would end badly, especially in a place where order was almost broken.

Looking at the six people approaching him, Jiang Luo glanced behind him and ran away, but because he was not familiar with the street situation here, he was quickly blocked into a dead alley.

"Why don't you keep running!" There were only four people chasing after him, blocking Jiang Luo at the foot of the wall.

Jiang Luo raised his iron rod and slashed wildly, trying to disperse them, but one of them didn't hit and wasted his strength, and his breathing became rapid.

One of the thugs took advantage of Jiang Luo's carelessness to grab his hand from the side, and then the other three thugs quickly pressed up, Jiang Luo was pressed to the ground by them, and his face came into close contact with the smelly ground.

"Why don't you move!" A thug slapped Jiang Luo's face with his hand.

"I still want to be a hero, and I don't weigh how many pounds and taels I have!"

Bang bang, the gangster slapped Jiang Luo's face every time he said a word, and soon Jiang Luo's face was flushed.

He tried to fight back, but he was still firmly pressed to the ground.

The thugs set up Jiang Luo after a period of humiliation, and the two thugs twisted his hands, and they planned to escort him back for the eldest sister to deal with.

Staring at the two thugs walking in front, Jiang Luo stretched out his leg and kicked one of them, which kicked him forward and fell, and the steel rod in his hand also fell to the ground. The two gangsters in the back didn't expect this guy to dare to resist, and they didn't pay attention for a while and let Jiang Luo break free.

Jiang Luo didn't know where to be ruthless, and he picked up the steel rod on the ground and slashed his head and face at the four gangsters.

With a "bang", Jiang Luo was slapped in the back, causing him to fall to the wall next to him, and his head was also hit with blood.

Looking at Jiang Luo, who was lying on the side with a bloody face and motionless, a thug asked, "Isn't he dead?" ”

"You go and try!"

The thug who was pushed out approached Jiang Luo with a cower, and just stretched out his finger to probe his snort, but he didn't expect the man to suddenly open his eyes and hit him with a steel rod with his backhand.

Jiang Luo knocked over a thug and staggered to his feet against the wall. At this time, his face was covered in blood, and he looked extremely hideous. He could feel a stream of heat coming up his head, and his whole body was full of strength and anger, and he wanted to hit someone! I really want to!

"you, you just slapped me so cool!" He stabbed the thug lying on the ground in the stomach with a steel pipe, he felt that he had not been so powerful in the previous twenty years, and all the unhappiness he had encountered in the first twenty years seemed to fill his mind for a moment, allowing him to vent by beating people.

Jiang Luo shook his head, wiped his blood-soaked left eye, and looked at the other three thugs.

"him!"

With a roar, the three thugs rushed forward with steel rods, and Jiang Luo cautiously made moves, neither side wanted to be hit by the other party. Because the box is relatively narrow, Jiang Luo does not have to be attacked on his back, and only needs to be vigilant against the three people in front of him. And the strange momentum in his body made him delicate, and after a few rounds, he was not put down by the three gangsters, but instead added some bruises to the three gangsters.

Just when he was engrossed in dealing with the three people opposite, he forgot about the gangster lying behind him, the gangster who was overturned by him eased up at this time, and quietly approached Jiang Luo from behind, and he was holding a bullet knife in his hand.

"Die!" With his shouting, Jiang Luo only felt as if his back had been pierced by something, a cold and familiar feeling, and then the sense of imbalance made him stagger and fall to the wall.

In a daze, the thug who stabbed himself with a knife was looking at him condescendingly and spitting.

"Stab me?"

As a gangster, it's basic common sense to carry a bullet knife with you.

Jiang Luo, who was leaning against the wall, felt that his waist was itchy and itchy, and he reached out to hold the handle of the bullet knife inserted in his waist behind his back.

With a "poof", he pulled out the knife!

Crimson and black blood flowed from his waist to the ground, quickly staining his clothes black.

But Jiang Luo couldn't see all this, he only felt that after he withdrew the dagger, his back was a little itchy and a little painful, numb and numb, as if he had been injected with anesthetic.

But in the eyes of these four thugs, there was a different picture, after the man pulled out the dagger in surprise, a lot of black blood flowed from his back, and then the blood vessels in his neck also began to become pitch black, and even looking at them his eyes were full of pitch black bloodshots.

This familiar scene reminded them of the mutated black man-eating monsters their corpses they had encountered before.

"This guy is a monster!"

After seeing the abnormality on Jiang Luo's body, the four thugs turned their heads and ran.

"Uh......"

Jiang Luo leaned weakly against the wall, he felt that the heat was disappearing, and with it endless tiredness.

"Uh, don't go......"

He looked at the four thugs running farther and farther away, and he knew that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.

Jiang Luo stood up with the help of the last stream of heat, and stumbled towards the center of the camp against the wall, his blood also bleeding to the ground.

"Hey, look, that guy is scary......"

Wherever Jiang Luo passed, many of the refugees avoided it as if they had seen the plague god, and then pointed behind him after he passed by.

"You can still move with so much blood, it can't be a monster!"

"It's possible, if you look at him carefully, some of the veins on his face are black, maybe he will become that kind of corpse monster!"

......

Jiang Luo crawled unconscious to the tent of the mother and son, hoping that they would save his life for the sake of him helping them. But unfortunately, the mother and son in the tent have long since disappeared.

The cloth was lifted, and only the overturned iron basin lay there.

"Hey, why did you bleed so much!"

Jiang Luo struggled to look at the source of the voice, opened his mouth and said, "Help...... I ......"

It was Fang Wu, he touched his smooth head, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to Jiang Luo.

"Brother, you're cold."

He touched Jiang Luo's pocket, but only found a dead mobile phone and an ID card, and then he dragged Jiang Luo onto a wooden cart with four wheels.

Shaking and shaking, Jiang Luo only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he wanted to speak but couldn't open his mouth. His last feeling was that he had been thrown into a wet place.