"Mommy, look! There is a dragon in the sky! ”

A four- or five-year-old blonde boy, holding a well-behaved kitten in his left hand, and holding his mother's hand with his right hand, kept shaking to convey this exciting news to her.

It's a pity that my mother didn't believe his little words, and she didn't even bother to raise her head to verify it.

"Silly boy, where is the dragon, you have watched too many cartoons!"

The mother said casually and perfunctorily, not taking her son's words seriously at all.

"But there really are dragons! If you don't believe in people, they will ignore you! Hum! ”

The little boy sprinkled coquettishly, and the kitten in his left hand also followed with a "meow" indignantly.

However, at this moment, my mother suddenly felt that the light around her suddenly dimmed a lot, and the original bright sunlight turned into a large shadow under her eyes.

When she raised her head suspiciously, and saw the bronze two-winged dragon soaring over the city, she realized that what her son said was true!

How dare there really be a mythical dragon in this world!

And it also appeared in New York!

"Oh! OMG! ”

"I'm not mistaken! Is that...... Legendary dragons? ”

"No way, how can there be dragons in the modern world!"

"Look, there's someone on the dragon's back!"

On the streets of New York, wherever Wang Hai rode the Tyrant Dragon by, a large group of citizens would look up at the sky, their eyes moving with the movement of the dragon.

Many people took out their mobile phones and cameras, and took pictures in the direction of the dragon hundreds of meters in the air, leaving evidence to witness the existence of the real dragon, for fear that they would be regarded as crazy people when they told their colleagues and friends about it.

Wang Hai enjoyed the envious gaze of those ordinary people on the ground, his heart became more and more excited, and the expression on his face became more and more arrogant, quite a taste of Thor's youthful and vigorous period.

Due to its large size, the crowded Chinatown Pavilion, where Wang Hai now lives, was inconvenient to land, so after sending the new owner to the rooftop of a nearby building, the Tyrant Dragon said goodbye to the new owner.

"Goodbye, Arthas."

Alsace is the name given to it by Wang Hai.

"Roar!!"

A long roar, a deafening dragon roar, spread throughout the high-rise buildings in the area.

The tyrant dragon Arthas stretched out his spectacular wings and left the rooftop and flew in the direction of Black Island.

……

The building is about twenty or thirty meters high, which is not too high.

On the one hand, in order to save time, and on the other hand, in order not to arouse the suspicion of strangers when walking the corridor or taking the elevator, Wang Hai took a deep breath and jumped directly from the rooftop.

After leaving a shallow spider web crack on the concrete floor, Wang Hai disappeared in the blink of an eye, took off his black skull mask and pretended to be an ordinary person and blended into the streets and alleys.

In fact, at this time, Wang Hai had a lot of small holes in the clothes and pants he was wearing, and those small holes were the bullet holes left by him when he fought Blake's private mercenaries not long ago.

There were several bullet holes in each of the clothes and trousers, especially the part of the trousers that had been roasted by the Alsatian flame ball at the time, and it looked a little charred and missing, and there was a little dust and yellow sand on the black shiny hair, and the whole person looked like a homeless man who had run out of a garbage heap.

"Hey! Buddy! Where are you mixed up? This is our territory, don't you know? ”

A provocative voice came not far away, and then three middle-aged homeless men who were also ragged and looked unshaven walked up to Wang Hai.

The three of them formed an equilateral triangle and surrounded Wang Hai, a Chinese who looked like a bully.

These homeless people may be because they have suffered the cold eyes of the urban white-collar class and the wealthy class, and they urgently need to find an unlucky person who is not as good as them to teach them a lesson, so as to show the courage and hardness that they still have in the hearts of Loser.

"That's it, look at your tattered appearance," in fact, Wang Hai's clothes were indeed more tattered than any of them, "just give Lao Tzu a punch as a lesson!" ”

The homeless man clenched his fists, a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Nope! We should each be given $100 as an apology! ”

Tramp B immediately spoke, rubbing his thumb and forefinger towards Wang Hai.

"Charlie, you idiot! Would he be dressed in such tatters with $300? Tramp C corrected, a malicious smile on his face, "But if he's willing to Suck-my-d.i.c.k, maybe I'll be kind enough to consider letting him go." ”

"Hahaha!"

Three homeless men laughed at the same time.

"Enough of that?"

Wang Hai, who had been silent, finally spoke.

The tone was natural, the gaze was sharp, and a chill suddenly emanated.

They originally thought that Wang Hai was being coaxed by a bad breed and was too frightened to raise his head to speak, but now it seems that this is not the case.

But they obviously couldn't admit it at this time, so they continued to humiliate Wang Hai verbally.

"Hehe, I said man, look at your horrible eyes, you can't scare us......"

Before the homeless man finished speaking, he was hit in the face by a lightning-lightning thunderous punch from Wang Hai.

Although Wang Hai weighed and only used one percent of his strength, it was a pity that the bridge of the other party's nose was still greatly distorted, and more than half of the upper and lower rows of teeth were lost, and the lower half of his face became bloody and blurry.

“Oh！ Jesus！ ”

A terrifying pain spread throughout his mouth and nose, and the homeless man wailed in pain.

The other two homeless men next to him, seeing that Wang Hai had beaten his own people so badly, immediately took out their respective daggers from their pockets, ready to stab this damn guy to death. Anyway, just a homeless homeless homeless person, let alone a yellow-skinned Chinese homeless person, the federal government doesn't care much at all.

A contemptuous smile flashed at the corner of Wang Hai's mouth, intending to rub the arrogance of these hillbillies, so he simply stood still and waited for them to stab him with daggers.

However, they seemed to have suddenly crashed, and they were a little out of seed for a while.

Some people are like this, no matter how passionate they are in their hearts before they do it, but when they start to do it, they suddenly appear as deflated.

Even if Wang Hai stood still and let them stab, they didn't dare to step forward.

In the end, Wang Hai took the initiative to provoke the sentence "You-Have-no-balls", which successfully angered the two of them.

As soon as his head was hot, he stabbed Wang Hai with a dagger of white flowers!