Chapter 7: Anger

This is an entertainment city in the new century, the times have changed, and perhaps people's entertainment methods have long been very different from those 10,000 years ago, but the ultimate goal and the original starting point are the same. Here, forever full of depravity, here is always restless.

In front of the gate, a young man in tattered clothes and stained with blood stood, his face as cold and stiff as ice. Pedestrians in and out cast strange glances, which is a good habit that human beings can never change, curiosity. The boy stood here for less than thirty seconds when more than forty heavily armed men appeared behind him. On their bodies, there are pistols, sabers, grenades and bullets, and in their hands is a sniper rifle with a strange shape more than a meter long, and on their bodies is a chameleon mechaleon. The data eyepiece on the head has not been removed yet, and there is no way, so it is really helpless to be so swaggering. The emergency gathering of this young master is rare in a hundred years, but once it appears, it means that it cannot be disobeyed. At the same time, sixty or seventy plainclothes men followed, all of them with cold faces like blades. In addition, there are two old people who are over the age of six. Wearing a Tang costume in ancient times, he looks so chic.

"Half an hour later, I don't want to see any customers still here. At the same time, I don't want anyone to bother me at the rest of the time. Chen Feng said lightly, if the boss heard it, he would probably get angry, but Young Master Chen didn't care about his feelings.

More than 100 aggressive people rushed into this small entertainment city, just like a wave of robbers rushed into the village in ancient times, although it is not to say burning, killing and looting, but it is definitely very professional to smash and bomb. What is the difference between the bodyguards in front of them and the children in the preschool? As long as it is equipment, it will not be let go!

In less than ten minutes, the crowd was almost squeezing the door frame out. But not a single siren was heard, let alone the police were seen. Half an hour later, it was as silent as an abandoned battlefield, with no living people coming in or out.

At this time, Chen Feng slowly walked into the hall, the front desk had been smashed, and several security guards were unconscious on the ground. When I turned the corner and looked over, it was already bleak inside, but it was quiet here, which should have been very noisy. And those devices, either spitting black smoke and flashing electric sparks, or warning lights are dysfunctional, in short, none of them can still be used. There were many people scattered on the ground, as well as robots that had been dismembered (harmony). As he wished, there was not a single customer left, and it was deserted and full of messes.

"Mission accomplished. ”

"Get out, I'll do the rest. Now if someone comes in, don't stop it, that's what I'm waiting for. The corners of Chen Feng's mouth were still the familiar smile. So all the bodyguards retreated one after another, and in the blink of an eye, he was the only one standing in this empty city.

After a while, a violent voice sounded, and the owner seemed to be a middle-aged man. "Fuck it!?What's going on!?Who the fuck can give me an explanation!?How can I be smashed like this, no one cares, there's no king's law?!"

"We're late! The people have already retreated. Another voice rang out. "The question we should be looking at now is who sent those men here. "This is the third voice. However, the sound of footsteps told Chen Feng that there were more than three of them. Turning around the corridor, a group of people carefully confirmed the damage, so much so that none of them saw Chen Feng sitting on a scrapped machine with Erlang's legs crossed.

I saw a group of muscular men, all with tattoos and scars, chains wrapped around their hands, wearing fist gloves, and a fierce face. There are also three middle-aged people of medium stature in gray and white striped suits, holding their pigliver-colored faces.

"Are you looking for me?" the eyes of the group were attracted by the childish voice at the same time, and then they turned their heads together. "Whose is this little thing! Get out! Lao Tzu is in a bad mood right now. A man in a suit had an impatient throat, he had not thought about what the kid meant. Of course, who can associate the smashing of a huge casino with this stinking little kid? Unless he's insane. However, it is often these things that we think are impossible that can surprise us unexpectedly, just like this yelling man in a suit.

"Whoosh-" A small steel ball flew out of the gambling machine's wheel. The man in the striped suit screamed, and then his jaw bone shattered, his teeth fell to the ground, and blood flowed down his twisted lips. More than a dozen strong men, along with the other two men in striped suits, were stunned, their eyes wide as if they were about to break free from their sockets and jump out.

"It was I who asked someone to smash your house's yard, and it was also the thirty-odd thugs you sent to block Lan Fengqi in front of the Twilight Cloud Middle School to block and kill. I guess you should have time to talk to me now, right? Although, I don't know if you can still spit anything out of your dog's mouth. ”

The middle-aged man in the striped suit snorted miserably and covered his mouth with blood, blood seeped out from between his fingers, and one finger of his other hand trembled and pointed at Chen Feng, his eyes showed a fierce light, and a hysterical roar came out of his throat, "Kill...... At the moment of killing ......, his meaning couldn't be more obvious: kill the young man in front of him.

The strong men shouted and pounced with fierce faces, and they had already rushed to Chen Feng's front in a few breaths, and a fist was the size of half of Chen Feng's face, and they directly greeted him on the face. Chen Feng sneered and propped one hand on the machine, leaning back and kicking the wrist of this fist at the same time. With a miserable snort, Chen Feng directly propped his hands on the machine, bent his arms and flicked into the air, and another strong man's swing fist missed. When Chen Feng landed, he was already a few steps away, and his eyes were full of banter. The strong man's face was pale, and the seemingly simple kick had actually misaligned his wrist, and the sharp pain made his forehead densely covered with a layer of sweat.

Another strong man sprinted with one step and threw a heavy punch. Chen Feng sneered, took half a step back on the spot, and met him without fear. The big and small fists smashed against each other, Chen Feng's feet did not move at all, and the strong man did scream and took a few steps back, his entire arm was dislocated, his face was blue and white, and he could see the pain. At the same time, another person's fist slammed towards Chen Feng's side, and Chen Feng dodged the punch on one side of his waist while holding one arm, and at the same time used his strength to climb under his feet. Leaning forward, a knee bumped into the chin of the burly middle-aged man. The sound of bone cracking was followed by a scream, Chen Feng's curved feet collapsed on his chest, and he stepped into the air, and the strong man sat directly on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his chest cavity was dented. Twisting in the air, another punch slammed into the side face of another strong man, and a mouthful of blood spat on the other's body, and he fell to the ground. The moment he landed, he crouched at an almost impossible speed, his legs swept over his head with a gust of wind, and his bow arm sent a punch to the man's lower body, and the man flew out two steps directly with a miserable grunt, and groaned (harmony) on the ground.

Chen Feng got up, and none of the strong men around him could still stand, and the others swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When he raised his head, the corners of his mouth were still that evil smile.

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