Half an hour later, Zhou Yi finally finished the meal comfortably, looked at the leftovers on the table, touched his bulging belly, and burped contentedly, the gangsters who should have been lying on the ground sneaked away while he was eating, and he didn't bother to care.

Zhou Yi summoned the boss to prepare the bill, but the boss refused to accept the money, saying that he was invited to have a meal and should be a friend.

Zhou Yi didn't want to talk to him more, so he took out a few hundred yuan and put it on the table, and hurriedly walked out of the hotel, not giving the hotel owner any chance to stay.

Zhou Yi wanted to find a clothing store to buy a few changes of clothes, but as soon as he walked out of the hotel a few dozen meters, he felt someone following behind him, scratched his head, and sighed: "It's really not a long memory!"

Turned around and walked into an alley next to it, which was a dead end more than twenty meters long, Zhou Yi walked all the way to the end, leaning against the wall at the end and waiting silently.

Sure enough, in less than two minutes, a large number of people poured into the alley, and the three gangsters who had just broken their arms by Zhou Yi were also among them, presumably calling someone to find the field.

There were about 20 gangster-looking people crammed into this narrow alley, most of them with weapons such as sticks and machetes in their hands, very bluffing, led by a middle-aged strong man with a long scar on his face, presumably the boss of the group.

The previous bald thug muttered a few words in the boss's ear, and the boss nodded, pointed to Zhou Yi, who had been watching all this coldly, and said, "Hack him to death!"

As soon as the boss's voice fell, the gangsters behind him rushed out and rushed towards Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi sighed, twisted his head, and made a crisp sound of "crackling".

Three minutes later, there was no one in the alley who could stand up except for Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi did not have any strength except for some damage to his clothes, after all, his physique was as high as 9 points, almost twice as much as an ordinary person, and ordinary sticks and machetes could not hurt him at all.

Zhou Yi clapped his hands, put his hands in his pockets, and was about to leave leisurely, but there was a shout behind him: "Boy, if Lao Tzu doesn't die today, I will kill you at all costs in the future!"

It was the boss with a scar on his face who shouted, Zhou Yi was quite puzzled: Could it be that this person still can't see the gap with himself, like him, who should know who can be messed with, who can't be messed with, with such a low IQ, how to live until now.

Of course Zhou Yi doesn't know, this old man is known as a mad dog, he is famous for not being afraid of death, anyone who is hostile to him, as long as he is not killed, he will take revenge by any means, in this area, everyone has to give him some face, and what Zhou Yi did today is to slap him in the face, he can't bear it at all, he is not afraid of heaven and earth when he goes crazy, and he is reckless of the consequences.

Zhou Yi turned around and walked to the mad dog, looked down at him expressionlessly, and said lightly, "What you just said is true?"

Mad Dog showed a trace of madness on his face, and said with a rampant smile: "Of course it's true, as long as Lao Tzu doesn't die today, no matter what kind of origin you are, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Zhou Yi squinted slightly at the mad dog, but did not speak, but the mad dog smelled a trace of danger, and an ominous premonition flashed in his heart, for some reason, the young man in front of him gave him a feeling that was even more terrifying than those ** big brothers with blood on their hands!

Mad Dog suddenly regretted that he had just said something for the sake of face, and now it was too late to regret it, so he could only stiffen his neck and look at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi turned around, sighed, and said to himself: "It's really going to make trouble for me!" He walked away without looking back.

The mad dog wiped the cold sweat from his head, he didn't understand what the young man meant before leaving, but it covered his heart with a haze.

An hour later, the gang was admitted to a nearby hospital.

In a high-class ward on the sixth floor of the hospital, Mad Dog kept thinking about the mysterious boy in his mind, silently guessing the identity of the young man, and calculating in his heart how to take revenge.

Because he was so tired today, and still hanging a drip on his body, Mad Dog went to sleep thinking about it, and in the dream, he dreamed again about the boy today, and the boy walked into his hospital room, and muttered, "It's going to give me trouble!" took out a knife and stabbed him directly in the heart!

Mad Dog woke up from the dream, wiped the cold sweat on his head, picked up his mobile phone and looked at the time, at 1:52 a.m., at this time, the fluorescent lights inside and outside the ward had long been turned off, dark and quiet, the only bit of light was probably the little moonlight reflected outside the window.

Mad Dog casually glanced around the ward, and found a black figure standing in the shadow by the window, this discovery made him creepy, his hair stood on end, and he hurriedly scolded: "Who is there?"

The figure walked out of the shadows, and the moonlight shone on the figure through the window, it was the teenager who had beaten himself into the hospital today, the mad dog had goosebumps, and he just wanted to call someone, but was interrupted by the young man's mouth.

"Give me a reason not to kill you, remember, you only have one chance!"

The boy's voice was flat, and killing someone might be as simple as killing a chicken for him. The mad dog pinched his leg hard, and there was a burst of pain, making sure that this was not a dream, and he also understood that the only way to survive was to impress the young man in front of him!

Mad Dog frantically recalled in his mind what could he impress the young man in front of him, money? Woman? Money? Woman? Apart from these two, he can't come up with anything else that can impress people, so does the young man in front of him prefer money or women?

"Hurry up!" The boy's voice was cold, revealing impatience.

Mad Dog hurriedly said: "I am willing to exchange 1 million for my life."

"Where's the money?" The young man was still expressionless, and there was not the slightest fluctuation in his tone.

"It's at my house, it's all cash, I'll make a phone call, and someone can deliver it in ten minutes!" Mad Dog swore by it.

The young man looked at the mad dog coldly, and spat out a word: "Oh!"

Before the mad dog could comprehend the meaning of the word "oh", he felt a black shadow flicker in front of him, and then his neck hurt, and he lost his instincts, if he had a soul, he should be able to see his neck broken by the boy!

"You're going to get me in trouble!" The young man left a sigh, jumped down from the window, stepped on the wall several times in mid-air, and finally fell to the ground lightly, slowly disappearing into the darkness!