South of District 9. It's still in this Yangzhou city.

As the bell rang for the end of class, the teacher ended the lecture and the blackboard closed the course presentation. After school, this is a culture that has been passed down for thousands of years, here is always noisy, laughter mixed with words, with the joy of going home.

Chen Feng got up from the table, seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortably, and rubbed his worried eyes, he knew that school was over. It's been half a month since he came here, which is a very good time record among the many schools he has attended in the past.

These days, his classmates have gradually overcome their fear of him, and the bold ones can even say a word or two to him. Although, this young master may not be very patient with them, but even this can become their capital to brag about to other classmates. Stand up and walk out of the classroom. His hands were in his trouser pockets, and his eyes were filled with fear as he watched as everyone made way for him. He hated it, but the impression of the first day of transfer was still in the minds of many people. It can't be helped, just let time dilute it.

Walking lonely on the campus path, bustling with people coming and going. Sometimes he also yearns for friendship. But this feeling can only exist for a minute or two, and friendship is too luxurious for him, and almost no one can be his friend. He didn't like to be followed by a group of bodyguards, at least not where he could see them, because that made him feel idiot. He doesn't seem to belong to this bustling and noisy world, he is always alone, quietly going back and forth in school. Keep your mouth shut, look at the world around you with indifferent eyes, but let yourself be in a lonely realm. Anyone who wants to break this realm and get close to him will pay a terrible price.

He doesn't like to go to class, he doesn't like to talk, he doesn't like to play sports with anyone else, he doesn't seem to have anything to like. Maybe it's a bit of a stroll, because when he has free time, he always likes to hang out on campus, in the city, alone, and never feels irritable. This is his constant habit, no matter what city he is in, no matter what school he is in.

There were a few fresh fallen leaves on the main road outside the school gate, and a slightly suspended cleaning robot with a whole body of porcelain white floated over, and the hand in the suction tube gently sucked up these fallen leaves without making a sound. Suddenly, a foot was imprinted on its white body, and the robot lost its balance and slammed to the ground, gliding for a long distance. The other half of the body has been completely worn out, and the robot is very intelligent to float again, revealing an aggrieved baby face on the display, and at the same time silently taking pictures of the owner of this foot, and then floating away.

A group of people smiled at the grievances of the robots, and one person said, "Don't mess with those robots and get into trouble." It's not good to be noticed by the school. ”

"Oh, got it. "A large group of young people in their twenties squatted and stood on both sides of this avenue. With long hair of more than twenty centimeters, dyed in a variety of strange and colorful colors, this is the constant fashion of the times, and as long as there is a fall, there is this style. With a cigarette in his mouth, he swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, so he was not chic. Cigarettes are a very tenacious product of civilization that has never disappeared in the long river of history.

Teachers and students in the past looked at them with wary eyes, mixed with contempt. And they return the smile and gaze with a bad smile. "The goal is present, ready. Be quick, don't drag the police, or you won't be there. ”

Chen Feng saw them from afar, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose, maybe this is his hobby. With his hands still in his pockets, he was still strolling leisurely, not paying the slightest attention to the fact that the group of people had all stood up and slowly surrounded him.

There was a very discordant sound, the characteristic sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard. I don't know if it's because the technology is too developed, this kind of cold weapon is very popular in this era. Because any gun that appears within a kilometer of any police officer will trigger an alarm, and if you are not registered or have a record of other violations, then congratulations, you have been arrested. According to the new UN decree, all unofficial firearms are not recognized, and peace-loving citizens should not carry firearms that may cause unpeace, and if they are violated, they will be considered illegal.

Two or three youths came up to meet them, and the others spread out from several directions to form an encirclement, which was a necessary formation for a group fight. All of them have an expression called "I'm very inflated", and the corners of their mouths are full of "I don't accept beating me" smile, and they pose with "Lao Tzu just doesn't want to hit you". The coat was lifted, revealing a shiny blade, and those who were looking at it clearly felt a chill in their hearts.

"Your name is Lan Fengqi?" one of them pushed Chen Feng's chest very unceremoniously. Before he touched it, he had taken a small step back, raised his head and looked at the man playfully, "Yes, what." ”

"Haha, what do you say?" a knife was directly placed on Chen Feng's neck. In the distance, several snipers laughed helplessly.

The black shadow flashed, and Chen Feng's palm slapped on the young man's face, and the teeth in his mouth, the saliva of living blood, and some minced flesh flew out together, and the young man quickly staged the plot of the cleaning robot just now, and flew out sideways.

"Damn!" A group of people suddenly rioted, and Chen Feng barely had a back hand and directly grabbed a wrist holding a knife, while dodging six or seven chopping knives. With a hard pull, the person he grabbed by the wrist was like his meteor hammer, sweeping away a large number of people and blades in front of him, and finally smashed into a group of people. It was a symphony of blood and screams, and with a bow flicking backwards at his feet, he dodged a few knives again, and exited the inner encirclement backwards, but the small suit broke a few cuts. Raising his body and sweeping it, the leather shoes left footprints on the faces of six or seven people, and then they all fell to the ground without exception. Pushing with both hands, pushing away the attack, he approached a young man, grabbed his hands holding the knife, twisted and pulled at the same time, and turned around at the same time. It was like a quilt covering his back, catching six or seven machetes, and with a scream, blood splattered. Then he slapped his palm on the chest of the unlucky child, flew out at high speed and smashed into several people who had slashed him, and the sound of bones breaking sounded quietly, and Chen Feng left the knife in his hand.

The remaining dozen or so people slashed again, and it seemed that there was no way to retreat, and they sprinted into the air with three steps under their feet. jumped to an incredible height, somersaulted past the people in front of him, and landed with a knife. The two men screamed and fell, turned around and threw a knife, piercing the shoulder armor of a young man who had turned, knocking him back and crashing into the bodies of the people behind him.

"You're already exhausted in donkey skills, aren't you!" Seeing Chen Feng who jumped into the encirclement again, the rest of the people had palpitations, but they also became crazy. rushed up, as if to chop him into pulp to relieve his hatred. He shook his head, his hands were spread, and his bones crackled. Instead of retreating, Chen Feng is as elegant as a butterfly wearing flowers, and the blades that rise and fall can't touch his side at all. With a wave of his hand, several people flew out sideways, and there were screams and bones cracking in the crowd of people flying upside down with their knees. The fist smashed into the face, and the face directly twisted and brought the owner upside down, and the palatal bone made a protest sound. Holding the wrist like a rope, the bone stubble penetrates directly through the muscles, skin and clothing, and blood splatters.

There are always a few people who want to block the knife, and there are always a few people who are knocked unconscious by their own broken bones. Gradually, there were more people lying on the ground, and fewer people wielding blades, so they began to coax. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, looking at the blood everywhere and the unconscious or moaning (harmony) of a dozen people on the ground, it only took a few minutes to move.

Chen Feng's eyes were full of cold aura, his torn clothes were stained with blood, and even his hair smelled of blood. "Who told you to come?"

His voice was cold, but no one answered. A wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth again, his eyebrows raised, and he dragged the knife in his hand and rushed towards the remaining people. Several people immediately slashed at each other, and Chen Feng raised his hand and slashed out horizontally, touching-

The three knives were directly knocked away, and with a backhand, blood arrows gushed out. A half-arc was drawn under his feet and shuttled through the crowd, the light of a simple chopping knife flickered, and the sound of blades colliding, screaming, and the sound of blades cutting through muscles and fists smashing in the face and knees kissing on the chest were intertwined. A moment later, Chen Feng kicked the ground with a fierce back, soared into the air, and threw the mutilated blade in his hand, piercing the shoulder blade of a young man who followed him. Flesh and bones and blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground after a few steps out. The somersault landed behind another thug who was chasing him, sprinting behind him in one step, putting an arm around his neck and throwing his back to the ground.

A loud muffled sound rang out. Chen Feng twisted his collar and looked at the half-dead youth, "Who asked you to come?"

The young man's mouth was stacked with blood, and he trembled and said, "No... No one, we're just simply...... See... I can't get used to seeing you......" The words are not finished, snap- A loud slap, the young man spit out at least four teeth, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Come again. ”

"Really, no... No one...... Ahh

The young man screamed violently, Chen Feng put away his raised knees, and the young man fainted directly in pain.

"Do you think that's the end of it?" Chen Feng grabbed the young man's hair, squatted down, and slammed it into the ground. "Ahh

"Don't worry, I have time. ”

"I ...... I said......"

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In the distance, a few plainclothes bodyguards, as well as those snipers who were secretly ambushing, broke out in a cold sweat. This young master's methods can be described as ruthless, making them, professional killers who kill people without blinking, have a chill behind their backs, and their faces are pale. Who would have thought that such a person would be a child who was only ten years old.

Then, they saw that the young master raised his right hand, bent his little finger, and stretched out three fingers of his ring finger. was stunned for a moment, and then both the open and dark whistles left their original posts. A hint of ice flashed in the corner of Chen Feng's eyes. "Do you want to kill me?" the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and there were already police officers coming in this direction. And this is not what he is worried about, he just turns his gaze in a certain direction of Yangzhou City.

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