Chapter 112 Chase in the Kowloon Walled City (fourth update)
In the dark alley, a flash of dark blue burst out, followed by a series of black shadows, startling the crows and mice who were standing next to the trash can and fled in haste.
A cat stood by the wall, looking at everyone at a loss. Then there was a loud noise, and the cat turned into a pile of minced meat, splattering on the floor and wall, everywhere.
Gangya Bing strode over with a cigar in his mouth, two shotguns in his hands, and three machetes of different lengths at his waist.
Glancing at the meat sauce on the ground with disgust, he rubbed his leather boots beside him.
"I pounced on you, and ran out to scare people. You deserve to die."
He raised his eyes and saw that Yin Xiu at the front had disappeared. Only the people chasing him behind him were running out of breath and their footsteps were heavy.
"Damn, so many people caught one of them and let him run away. What about the rabbit who jumped on the street?"
After scolding him, he was about to move forward, but before he took a step, he felt a chill coming from behind.
Without any time to think, Gangya Bing rolled forward on the spot, barely avoiding the strong wind coming from behind.
"I'm going to attack you! You're plotting against me!"
Gang Ya Bing opened his mouth and his cigar fell to the ground. He raised his gun and turned around to fire.
But Yin Xiu dived down, put his hand on the gun, and the muzzle of the gun was uncontrollably raised to the sky.
Before Gangya Bing could be surprised, a blood flower bloomed on his nose.
"Ah!"
He screamed and stepped back repeatedly. The punch broke his nose and almost shattered half of his face.
Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, Yin Xiu stopped struggling and retreated into the alley, where she happened to bump into a younger brother Jin Ya Bing.
As soon as the twenty centimeter long iron hook in the man's hand was lifted up, a series of shadows appeared in front of him.
As soon as Yin Xiu changed his hands, the iron hook plunged directly into the man's neck, and a slight cold feeling penetrated into the bone marrow.
Before he could cry out in pain, another huge force came from his body. In an instant, he and Yin Xiu inexplicably exchanged places, and this time he was greeted by a torrential rain of projectiles.
Hearing the huge noise behind her and the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Yin Xiu's heart became even calmer.
Turning around slightly, he hooked his fingers back.
"Come!"
Gangya Bing was furious and pushed the body of his younger brother away from him. He raised his hand to grab it and fired randomly, but Yin Xiu had already turned the corner.
At the other end of the alley, there was another scream of broken bones and flesh.
When Gang Ya Bing rushed there with his people, the ground was already full of moaning little brothers.
"Brother, that guy is not an ordinary person, he can fight ten of them!"
"Pick!"
Gangya Bing raised his gun and hit the man who spoke until his mouth was covered with blood and his teeth fell to the ground.
"One beats ten of them? Isn't that awesome? Call all the brothers over. I don't believe that if hundreds of people beat him, he can beat him! Pass on, whoever kills the emperor, I will give him one million!"< br>
When Fourth Master Jin opened his mouth to set the match, handicap and tickets went on sale, the match was already decided. Not even typhoons, earthquakes, or volcanic eruptions could stop it from taking place.
As for whether the boxers on both sides can arrive on time, whether someone will have a car accident on the road, have diarrhea, be hacked to death, or forget to set the alarm clock, these are other things.
There is only one rule in the Kowloon boxing ring, and that is whoever is standing is the winner.
In the mottled alley, a group of people hurriedly ran past. The man in black shirt was at the end. Just as he was about to run with the front, he suddenly stopped.
He looked at the old man who was sitting and reading the newspaper and asked: "Old man, have you ever seen a man about this tall, wearing a dark blue trench coat, and wearing a leather glove on his left hand running over?" The old man took his head out of the newspaper. Lifting it up, pushing up the reading glasses, "Yes."
"Where did he go?"
The old man pointed to the right side, and then continued to read the newspaper.
The man in black shirt suddenly became curious, "Old ghost, what are you looking at? Is there gold on the paper? Are you so fascinated?"
"Gold?"
The old man sneered, "Yes, there are a lot of them! It just depends on whether you have the ability to pick them up. The latest Kowloon Boxing newspaper is out. It turns out that if you win one dollar for the prince, you will lose one yuan and a half, and if you win one dollar for the emperor, you will lose ninety cents. Everyone will buy this. Prince, let’s give it a try!”
"You are right to take out all your coffins to buy the prince. The emperor will not survive tonight!"
The old man was a little surprised, "Huh? Who said that?"
"I said it! Remember my name, my name is Overlord!"
The man in black shirt was about to run out as he spoke, but when he raised his feet, he froze in mid-air. He saw in the alley that there was an old man who was exactly the same as the old man in front of him in terms of figure, appearance, and even clothes. He was walking slowly there. With.
The man in black turned around and saw Yin Xiuzheng standing there in a burst of white smoke. As for the old man, he had already disappeared
"Are you the one who calls me Overlord?"
Yin Xiu twisted her hands gently, and the man's head turned 180 degrees, loosely connected to his neck, and shook.
Until then, the surprised expression on the man's face was still the same as before, with his eyes staring and his mouth wide open.
Yin Xiu shook his head, "Pujie, now we have to run for our lives again!"
During the use of [Thousand-Changing Flowers], both strength and speed will degrade to the level of ordinary people, which makes Yin Xiu have to dispel the spell before he has a chance to do things.
Seeing that the old man opposite was still looking here blankly, Yin Xiu supported the man in black and smiled at the old man: "This is my friend, he is drunk."
The old man seemed to understand, and pointed behind Yin Xiu, "Are those people your friends too?"
When Yin Xiu heard this, without even looking, she grabbed the man in black next to her with both hands, exerted force on her waist, and threw him over her head, swinging him behind like a rice bag.
Immediately behind him came the screams of several people being knocked down.
Yin Xiu ran away without hesitation.
"He's here, don't let the emperor escape!"
Following the shouts behind him, several more people emerged from the alley in front of him, crowded around the old man, and slashed at Yin Xiu.
"Don't block the road, Uncle!"
Yin Xiu pushed the old man's chest lightly with his hand, causing him to fly backwards and then land firmly on the rocking chair, completely unaware of what happened.
The person who was standing next to the old man before was not so lucky. Yin Xiu used soft force on the old man.
When dealing with these short mules, they were not so polite. A fierce fist was thrown, and in just a blink of an eye, several people were lying down with their legs or arms, moaning.
The old man couldn't even be said to be in shock. He just felt a gust of wind coming from him in a daze, and then he sat down lightly on the chair, quite like the feeling of walking on the wind in a novel.
Looking at the scene in front of him, he looked at the man's vigorous posture and pace while running.
He thought for a while, finally took out a pen and paper from his body, and seriously crossed out the prince's name on the betting slip and changed it to "Emperor".
(End of chapter)