"Smack..."

The spring-loaded knife clenched in his hand fell to the ground.

The torn tiger's mouth was dripping with bright red blood.

Chen Xuan's words echoed behind him like a ghost.

At the end of the alley ahead was the shapeless corpse of a companion.

It's a nightmare scenario.

Being able to knock a human body away like a cannonball only exists in science fiction movies.

The evil monsters that wreak havoc in the city kill ordinary people like an insignificant bug.

Until superheroes descend from the sky and evil is stopped.

However, there are no superheroes in Blue Star.

The killing god standing behind him was the only transcendent.

His body trembled, and he almost stupefied.

It seems that there is an illusory sense that I can't tell whether this is reality or a nightmare.

At this time, Chen Xuan's hand was on his shoulder, allowing him to wake up from the illusory feeling that he might sink into at any time.

"I said, take me to your boss."

Chen Xuan repeated again in a calm tone.

"Well... Well..."

The thug nodded like a pounded garlic.

Chen Xuan twisted him forward and motioned for him to lead the way.

But the guy took two steps in despair and leaned over and vomited.

"Gross!"

His companion died tragically in the alley, his stomach twitching uncontrollably from the tragic death.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly, and took out a small dark red pill with his backhand.

Then he pinched this guy's face with his mental power and forcibly made him swallow it with nausea.

As soon as the pill was in his stomach, the gangster's face was flushed with an abnormal red.

His eyes were wide open, and there were fine streaks of blood spreading.

Then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

"Boss Qingpa should have died a long time ago."

"I'll take you to him."

"Hey, hey!"

[Evil Intent Pill], a gadget refined by the Alchemy Association of Magtan City.

After taking it, it can stimulate the evil intention in the heart, and at the same time greatly eliminate fear and physical discomfort.

It can also squeeze out some of its physical potential.

The disadvantage is that people who take the [Evil Will Pill] tend to express their malice and become uncontrollable.

But it's just right for this guy.

The price of a [Evil Intent Pill] is also 145 crowns.

And only applies to non-caster targets below Bronze.

Most of the casters who practiced the Spiritual Power Meditation Method were determined, and it was difficult for this pill to work as well as it should.

After eating the [Evil Intent Pill], the thugs forgot their fears.

And he no longer resisted Chen Xuan's request to find his boss.

He has long been dissatisfied with the big leader of Qingpa.

Malice took over all of his thoughts.

"Let's go find Dayi, the little boss of the block, first."

"That guy always doesn't take me to the guild hall, damn it!"

The corners of Chen Xuan's mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile.

He doesn't care about the big boss or the small boss, he just wants to express violence in this foreign land.

Without harming the innocent, it is best to attack the Naypyidaw gangs.

There is no excuse for what is used to eliminate harm for the people.

It can only be said that these guys are unlucky.

It just so happened that Chen Xuan had the ability to clean them up, and it happened that they bumped into Chen Xuan's muzzle.

And Chen is not a saint.

"Damn it."

"Then let's find that Dayi first."

Chen Xuan replied with the corners of his mouth hooked.

Follow the little thug out of the alley one after the other.

The huge movement in the alley just now attracted the attention of the surrounding vendors.

But none of them dared to see what was really going on.

The notoriety of the Qingpa Gang is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

They are not outsiders and just want to do business here to support their families.

The fear of losing one's job even outweighs physical threats.

Only those at the bottom understand that there is only extreme poverty that is more terrible than death.

But just when they are curious and uneasy.

Two figures suddenly walked out of the alley.

A little gangster from the Qingpa Gang who looks crazy and bleeding from the tiger's mouth.

The other is the foreigner who was blackmailed just now.

The others are nowhere to be found.

Such a strange combination is puzzling for all the hawkers.

But they didn't dare to ask, they didn't even dare to look at it more.

This is also their survival wisdom.

The Qingpa Gang has been in Naypyidaw for more than 20 years and is a veteran club.

They didn't mess with the fried, and they didn't mess with the messy mushrooms.

The main ways to make profits are real estate and protection fees.

More than a decade ago, Naypyidaw became the new capital.

The Qingpa Gang, who had taken possession of a lot of land and houses by violent means, made a fortune.

By the time Naypyi was developed, their property had skyrocketed nearly tenfold.

Then with the help of the power of that big man, several communities were built.

Half sold, half rented.

In addition, there are several shopping streets in hand, and a considerable protection fee can be charged.

In addition to these two pillars.

Casinos, spring halls, and opium are also the business of the Qingpa Gang.

And recently opened a Champa foreign trading company in Yangon.

Last year, we just got the export qualification of minerals, rubber and other hot materials from the hands of the fungus axe.

I have to say that their boss Qingpa is a guy with brains.

I didn't touch the projects that were the most profitable, but also the easiest to overturn.

Even the hot spots of fried chips in previous years have not been rubbed.

Fried chips are profiteering.

This can be seen from Xiong Haibo's net worth.

And the range of fried chips is not only Xia Guo.

Ah San and Bald Eagle also targeted large-scale explosive chip situation.

This black ash water is far deeper than most people in Xia know about it.

Guns are rampant in Burma.

The Qingpa Gang is not considered to be the employees of the normal industry.

There are three or four hundred hitters alone.

There are small bosses in each neighborhood.

The main structure is six small bosses and one big boss, Champa.

And that guy usually stays in the Qingpa Mansion he built.

It was a 36-storey commercial building.

The 28th floor above is not open to the public.

It was the exclusive floor of Champa.

Each floor is a different functional area, where you can eat, drink and play.

It can be said that Qingpa is a chaebol-style gangster association that turns black to white.

Of course, this level of chaebol is a joke in Da Guo Jia.

After all, there is no multinational enterprise as a volume support.

There is always a limit to the wealth amassed by black and gray industry and violent means.

However, in this acre and three points of land in Naypyidaw, Champa can indeed live like a chaebol.

And the thigh that covered him in the fungus axe also benefited a lot.

Chen Xuan originally just wanted to have fun, but he didn't expect to find a big fish that was quite interesting.

The thugs in the snack street are like ants sticking out their tentacles and carrying food.

Obviously, instead of finding "food" this time, they provoked a terrible predator.

……

Bally's Ave.

It's not that far from that snack street.

The straight-line distance is only a few hundred meters.

After identifying the direction, Chen Xuan ran wildly with the thugs.

With his current physique, he can cross a distance of tens of meters every second.

It is equivalent to a speed of three or four hundred kilometers per hour on the ground.

It's basically the same as a high-speed train at full speed.

But the human body is not a high-speed rail, and the body size is much smaller.

At such a speed, the human eye can only see an afterimage.

And everywhere Chen Xuan went, the ground was full of wind.

The hard concrete pavement should have been vigorously trampled on, leaving cobweb-like burst marks.

The little thug he held in his hand was not the potential that was stimulated by the [Evil Intent Pill].

I'm afraid that just tossing like this will kill you

At this point, he was just yelling with excitement on his face.

The distance of a few hundred meters is fleeting.

Chen Xuan ran in a straight line almost the whole time.

The buildings and obstacles along the way couldn't stop him at all.

When he came across the wall, he crashed straight into it.

And he jumped up from the building.

Everywhere I went, there were traces of cracks.

It was as if a tank had rushed over the ground.

The rolling air swept the dust on the ground like a cluster of air currents.

"Cool!"

Chen Xuan couldn't help but let out a roar.

On the Blue Star, he has not really unleashed his power.

Always in a state of self-suppression.

In such a situation, having the opportunity to fully release his power only made him feel extremely happy.

Power is such a wonderful thing.

Only by unleashing it can you enjoy the difference it brings!

His destination, Bally's Street, was the stronghold of the small leaders of the Champa Gang in the vicinity.

The "base" of those guys is in a cabaret called "Black Rose" on the street.

Their group of guys who came to the snack street to collect protection money also set off from there.

The goal is very clear, and Chen Xuan does not have any detours.

Soon found the "Black Rose" ballroom, which occupied three floors.

The lantern signboard is still the style of Xia Guo more than ten years ago.

In broad daylight, especially in the morning, not many people linger in the dance halls.

There was a flannel curtain hanging at the door.

On both sides are standing signs full of seductive words.

Such a dance hall Xia Guo also used to have.

Somewhat with a bit of edge rubbing nature.

It was later replaced by KTVs, bars and higher-end clubs.

Here in Naypyidaw, it is still a dance hall.

It's just that it's more expensive to play inside.

When Chen Xuan stopped, the thug in his hand was already foaming at the mouth.

But even so, this guy still stubbornly did not faint.

The frenzy on his face is a testament to the excitement in his heart.

The physical potential of the [Evil Will Pill] was used to resist the violent movement of the overload.

Sitting on a high-speed train or airplane and moving at high speed are two different things.

The latter is a form of torture.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Coughing up white foam trapped in the trachea.

The thug pointed frantically ahead.

"This is it! This is it! ”

Chen Xuan nodded.

"Let's go, then."

"Follow me, don't die."

"I'll have to let you lead the way to the Champa Mansion."

Cut the grass to remove the roots.

This is both revenge and pastime.

Either let it go mercifully, or kill it mercilessly.

In this regard, Chen Xuan had no scruples.

The blood of the monsters stained in his hands on the Naroa continent was in the thousands.

It is impossible to judge him by the standards of ordinary Blue Star people.

It is a crime to kill a person.

Kill millions of people!

Unless the gangsters have an RPG equipped with armor-piercing bullets.

Other levels of attack don't even want to scratch his bloody skin.

Thinking of this, Chen Xuan stepped into the ballroom.

Passing through the flannel curtains, there is first a tiled walkway.

At the end of it is the ballroom.

This is also the main body of the entire song and dance troupe.

On the second and third floors, there are many booths and small dance floors.

As soon as he stepped into the aisle, Chen Xuan's eyebrows raised.

He heard a commotion in the ballroom ahead.

Even when there are fewer people during the day, the dance floor is still full of dancing music.

It's just that the number of waiters and dancers during the day is relatively small.

Without any stop, Chen Xuan walked ahead.

The thugs in a state of madness followed him step by step.

Soon they were on the edge of the dance floor.

The laser ball above shoots a dazzling beam of colored light.

There is a dance floor in the middle and booths around it.

Leaning against the wall on the right, there is also a bar.

Very old-fashioned layout.

Bald Eagle had a similar layout of the cabaret in the 60s.

At this time, there was no one in the booth.

And the booths are also large and small.

When Chen Xuan came to the dance floor, a waiter with a tray soon walked over.

"Do you want to drink, or do you want to find a girl?"

She asked very directly.

This kind of thing is out of control in Dian Burma.

Chen Xuan didn't answer, and while the waitress was waiting, she saw the thug standing behind Chen Xuan.

"Ma Wuyou, why are you here?"

She obviously knew the thugs, and immediately asked curiously.

Usually everyone stays in the dance hall, and they can be regarded as their own people.

The thug turned his head to look at her.

The reddened eyes and drooling corners of her mouth made the waitress take a step back.

Ignoring her, the thug named Ma Wuyou quickly found his target.

"There it is!"

He pointed to a large booth against the wall.

There were twelve or thirteen people there drinking.

Drinking in broad daylight is a bit of a reversal of day and night, and the feeling of morning and dusk is confused.

But it's a normal situation for these gangsters.

They have long since turned the night upside down, sleeping when they are sleepy, eating when they are hungry, and playing when they wake up.

Drinking in broad daylight is not too outrageous.

Chen Xuan didn't say a word, and with one jump, he crossed the dance floor with a diameter of seven or eight meters.

"Bang!"

Like a heavy cannonball falling to the ground.

The huge movement instantly caught the attention of those people.

"What the hell?"

The drunken and dreamy guys were also attracted to attention.

Several of the thugs, who were still quite conscious, quickly got up and pulled out their pistols from their waists.

Pulling out a gun when you are undecided is the experience gained from years of gangfighting.

After Chen Xuan landed, he walked towards them.

A few junior brothers with guns stood in the way.

"You... Who are you? ”

Those who can jump off the dance floor can only be described as monsters.

But at this time, Chen Xuan, who was standing in front of them, looked like an ordinary person.

There doesn't seem to be any difference.

With them are flesh and blood.

Chen Xuan didn't say anything, and there was a [Demon Seed] floating above his head.

Then the spell model is visible to the naked eye for condensation.

Three fireballs the size of a washbasin quickly appeared, turning from faint to solid.

The orange-red firelight illuminated Chen Xuan, making him look like a demon god!

…… (End of chapter)