Kill them all?

Su Xia has lived for so many years, and she has never seen this kind of filial son.

Behind him, Xu Lian, who heard this, trembled, and a great sadness arose in her heart, and she looked out of the door in disbelief.

Even though the pain was unbearable, Wu Jian raised his head with difficulty.

His eyes were full of sorrow, and he just wanted to see the crazy child.

What makes their children like this?

"Young people have a long period of rebellion, arrogance, conceit, shame, victory, etc., every moment is climbing to a new peak, they are prone to become irritable, irritable and extreme, for children from poor families, many extreme emotions often come from low self-esteem......"

Su Xia liked to watch reasoning in high school, and his favorite detective was not the thin and tall Sherlock Holmes, but the short and fat Poirot in Grandma's pen, perhaps because he had seen too much, so that he had some understanding of the psychology of different people.

Obviously, Wu Xiaolong didn't like his background, and always felt that his poor parents often made him make a fool of himself in front of his friends and younger brother.

What he wants is not satisfied, he needs to hide more and more inferiority, and his psychology gradually becomes distorted in the process of growing up.

He needs to be strong, proud, and proud to hide his inferiority in order to be recognized by others, even if it comes from unreasonably extreme madness.

As Spinoza said, "Inferiority is opposed to pride, but it is actually closest to pride." ”

In his frenzied mind, beating or killing his parents can shock others, attract their attention, and get his own attention.

Such people are pathetic, but not worthy of pity.

Because there are countless children in this slum who are from the same background as him, or even worse than him, but there are few who have become as extreme as him.

Even those teenagers and girls with spiritual punk heads on the street will only talk to their parents and will not go to extremes.

The environment here created half of Wu Xiaolong, and he himself created the other half.

"People with low self-esteem and pathetic ......"

Su Xia thought of his childhood, but unlike Wu Xiaolong, he liked to cover everything up with taciturn and solitary interactions.

Wu Xiaolong's face became even more distorted when he heard his words, and the feeling of being torn apart in front of everyone made him feel humiliated.

He roared angrily and pointed at Su Xia tremblingly: "No matter what you say, I can't save you, you wait for death!" ”

"Whew!"

A cold light suddenly flashed, he couldn't react, and the right arm pointing at Su Xia instantly left his body.

The people around were all shocked, and no one could see how Su Xia made a move.

"Bell—"

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and on a metal signboard behind Wu Xiaolong, a blood-stained dog-legged knife was prominently inserted.

His right arm fell to the ground with a thud, blood gurgling.

"Ahhh......hhh My hand...... My hand ......"

Wu Xiaolong fell to his knees in pain, wailing incessantly.

He didn't expect that Su Xia would do it directly, and he didn't even say a few words of trash talk before the fight.

Not only him, but also the rest of the Black Tiger Gang didn't expect it.

"Look for death!"

The leader shouted, with an angry face, and directly raised the shotgun in his hand, aiming the cold muzzle at Su Xia's head.

As soon as he moved, the rest of the members also raised their guns, and in an instant, all the possibilities of Su Xia's escape were sealed.

The atmosphere in the bazaar changed suddenly, and all the residents had found a place to hide, and only the more daring dared to show half of their heads and continue to watch.

"Click!"

The man pulled the trigger and didn't give Su Xia any more time.

That dogleg knife is indeed amazing, but no matter how fast the cold weapon is, it can't be faster than a bullet!

But what he didn't expect was that after pulling the trigger, the shotgun in his hand didn't move, as if it was dumb.

"Click, click, click......"

He tried more than a dozen times in a row, but it still didn't move.

"Damn, this garbage gun!"

This is not the first time this has happened, the quality of the guns in the slum gangs is quite poor, and they are considered inferior in the knockoffs, extremely cheap.

But the gang members didn't ask for much, they just had to listen to it.

The leader looked angry and yelled at the little brother beside him, "What are you doing in a daze? Shoot, do you have to be reminded by Lao Tzu? ”

"Oooh......"

These little brothers didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly pulled the trigger in their hands.

However, to everyone's surprise, all the guns they were holding were dumb, and none of them could shoot bullets.

Before they could find out why, Su Xia moved.

Two sharp dog-legged knives appeared in his hand, one in each hand, and the cold light of the reversed blade flickered.

He was as fast as a ghost, his black coat fluttering behind him, and the gaze on his mask was extremely indifferent, instantly approaching a close Black Tiger Gang member.

The cold light flashed, and the head fell to the ground.

"Damn, be careful! Spread out! ”

The leader looked horrified and hurriedly shouted.

As soon as he finished shouting these words, Su Xia's death-like black figure came in front of him, and he only had time to set up his shotgun to resist.

"Click!"

The metal barrel of the shotgun was slashed off, not even stopping it for a second.

The cold, sharp blade slashed into his skull.

Su Xia didn't stop, like a killing machine, he drew his blood-stained blade and continued to attack the next target.

His sleek murderous actions stunned the inhabitants of the bazaar.

The hotel owner's face turned pale, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Your eldest brother...... Is it an emotionless killer? ”

"I don't know!"

Ma Zhu stared at his eyes, his face was shocked, and he took several breaths in succession.

They thought that the gang members in the slums were scary enough, and that everyone had human blood on their hands.

can be compared with Su Xia at this moment, those gang members are like little sheep.

Within a moment, the more than ten members of the Black Tiger Gang were all beheaded, and there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground, warm blood flowing on the ground, and the smell of blood wafting in the air.

Fortunately, the residents of the slum have seen a lot of them, and even though many of them are pale, they can not help but vomit.

No one dared to speak at this moment, only Wu Xiaolong was left howling in pain.

"Ah...... Ahhh......h

After seeing those official members cut down by Su Xia, his cry was not only painful, but also terrified.

And Su Xia seemed to have just done one simple thing, he calmly walked to a stall selling daily necessities, gave out two bills, and then took a towel.

He simply wiped the blood from the knife's body, and then walked towards Wu Xiaolong without hurrying and said, "I don't like to talk nonsense before the fight, now we can talk." ”

"Ling...... What are you doing? ”

Wu Xiaolong's face was pale, he sat on the ground, endured the severe pain, and pushed his legs straight back.

"Don't come here!"

He shouted loudly, his voice filled with panic.

By this time, the fear of death had outweighed everything, and the effects of the addictive drugs in his body were fading.

Susha stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him to the repair shop.

Originally, it would be easier to grab his hair, but Wu Xiaolong's hair was very greasy, and Su Xia didn't want to get his hands dirty.

"Bang!"

At the door of the repair shop, Su Xia threw it away.

Then he took out a healing potion and pricked Wu Xiaolong casually.

This guy's physique is too weak, and the successive injuries, coupled with the loss of an arm, excessive blood loss and severe pain, coupled with the fear in his heart, have brought him to the brink of fainting.

A potion went down, and it directly made him wake up, and the residual effect of the sugar water medicine in his body also dissipated.

"Pain...... It hurts......"

When he was completely conscious, the feeling of severe pain directly doubled.

He leaned against the door, clutching his severed hand and wailing, so painful that tears could not stop falling down, his whole body convulsed, and his voice was very sad.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jian and Xu Lian were heartbroken, after all, the children they raised with their own hands.

"What do you want to do?" Su Xia asked the two of them for their opinions.

"Adult, this child, he, he ......"

Wu Jian's heart was extremely uncomfortable, and he wanted to beg Su Xia to let Wu Xiaolong go, but he thought of what Wu Xiaolong said before.

"He's only nineteen, he's just ...... It's ......"

"Maybe it's the wrong way."

"If ......"

"If you can send him to a place to be transformed, after a while, maybe he will be able to get a little better......"

Wu Jian's voice was still very weak, and he spoke intermittently, coughing from time to time.

Even though he was beaten by Wu Xiaolong in this appearance, he still pleaded with Su Xia and pleaded for his child as a father.

Xu Lian didn't say much, and acquiesced to Wu Jian's statement.

I'm only nineteen years old, maybe I can really transform it back?

They didn't want to give up this son.

At this time, Wu Xiaolong by the door suddenly howled and cried: "Dad, Mom, I was wrong, I drank too much sugar water just now, my brain was dizzy, I shouldn't treat you like that, I'm a bastard, I'm not filial......"

The change was a bit sudden.

Su Xia's eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Wu Xiaolong carefully.

From the voice of the thing, he did not hear any thought of repentance, and even the cry was very false, apparently only to save his life.

But this is very useful to Wu Jian and his wife.

Hearing the crying voice, both of them had red eyes.

Xu Lian went up and hugged Wu Xiaolong painfully, her tears were blurred, and she choked up and said: "Okay, good boy, it's good to know your mistakes, and correct them in the future, our family can't live without you." ”

"Mom, I'll never do it again......"

Wu Xiaolong cried hoarsely, tears and snot piling up on his face.

Mother and son hugged each other and cried, the picture was quite touching.

Su Xia quietly retreated to the door, leaning against the erected signboard of the repair shop, with an indifferent expression, quietly wiping the blade.

He was not at all interested in the plot of the "Prodigal Son's Return" that was unfolding in the store, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

In the eyes of everyone in the bazaar, he was planning to let Wu Xiaolong go, at the cost of breaking one of his arms, so that he would repent and embark on the road back.

But did Susha really think so?

(End of chapter)