I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 151 One to Five Hundred

The gangsters had seen Chen Qingyuan put his companion to sleep with one punch, and had also seen him smash a wooden table with one palm. Why could he still be so brave?

It was because when Chen Qingyuan came, Crow was also eating nearby. When the gangster went to call for help, he unexpectedly asked the boss to come over as well.

Now that the Crows' leader has been injured and suffered a loss, if he can't get back his face.

The gangster was sure that if he went back tonight, at least his legs would be broken. If the crow was still not satisfied, he would probably be carried to the mountain and buried alive in the middle of the night.

Although Chen Qingyuan is very powerful.

But there are more than 600 brothers on the scene, and a tiger cannot beat a monkey. As long as one person comes up and punches and kicks, they can be overwhelmed. If that doesn't work, a knife can be used...

Oh fuck.

Crow has been around for so long, but he wasn't so panicked even when facing Jiang Tiansheng and Camel.

With so many people at the scene, even the best fighters would have to stay away from the attack. Didn’t you see that the pretty boy’s expression didn’t change at all?
A gangster is a gangster.

Seeing the boss suffer a loss, they all rushed forward and could not stop him at all...

Crow: "Fuck..."

He quickly turned to look at Chen Qingyuan and said, "Brother, I...ah?"

Chen Qingyuan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, stood up suddenly, and kicked the crow in the abdomen with a side kick. The force was so great that the crow was swept two meters away and hit against the wall.

Crow had never been hit by a car, but he felt that this moment was similar to the feeling of being hit by a car. He kicked his abdomen with a whip kick, as if all the air in his body was knocked out in an instant.

He held his abdomen and tried to breathe, but his lungs seemed to have lost their function and he could not breathe at all. His face turned red and the fear of death loomed in his heart...

Ten seconds.

It seems like a century.

Crow regained the right to breathe. The pain in his abdomen and the pain in his split joints were like torture. He was shaking slightly on the ground...

He was in pain for a minute.

The dance hall seemed to be in hell on earth.

The scoundrels under his command rushed forward with strange cries, but before they could get close, Chen Qingyuan punched them one by one and knocked them to the ground.

These things finally realized that Chen Qingyuan was different. They all took out their knives, surrounded him, and slashed at Chen Qingyuan from various angles...

Chen Qingyuan looked at the ferocity flashing in the eyes of these people.

He gave up the idea of ​​grabbing the knife and slashing. He wiped the teardrop mole with his right hand, and with a whoosh, the nearly two-meter-high merit banner fell into his palm. He held it with both hands, spinning it like a whirlwind wheel, separating the space.

"From now on, anyone who comes up here will die."

The scene was in chaos. The thugs had red eyes and did not take Chen Qingyuan's words seriously at all. The machetes in their hands flashed cold light!

Although I don't know where he got the nearly two-meter-long blood-red flag from, wouldn't it be a death wish to wave such a large flag indoors? As long as he grabs the flag by force, this pretty boy will be dead...

These people don't know what's good for them.

Chen Qingyuan laughed: "Thanks for your support!"

These will make a huge contribution to the quality upgrade of the Merit Banner.

The veins on his arms were slightly bulging, and the Merit Banner was holding powerfully in his hand, giving him a feeling of Guan Yu wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade. Before the thugs knew what was happening, their eyes went dark and they lost consciousness.

Every time the pole of the Merit Banner pierced into the body of a gangster, it was pulled out and sucked away the soul...

Ha ha……

Jie Jie...

Chen Qingyuan became more and more adept at fighting, and he only needed to be as fast, accurate and ruthless as stabbing a fish.

More and more of the five or six hundred hooligans fell down. Although the entrance to the dance hall was spacious, it was a very spectacular scene to see so many people lying down...

one hundred……

two hundred……

three hundred……

It had been less than three minutes since the thugs began their attack.

One of the thugs grabbed his companion's arm and said in fear: "Don't rush in first, something seems to be wrong. None of us who fell down made any noise..." His companion just stared at Chen Qingyuan and said: "What's wrong? As long as he didn't get stabbed in the head or internal organs, he won't die. It's not the first time that we've lied down and pretended to be dead in a gunfight. You're alone now, why are you so cowardly?"

The gangster grabbed his friend who was about to rush out again: "Fuck you, look carefully, they really are not moving, I suspect there is a deadly poison on that pole."

poison?
My companions were shocked. In a gang fight, poisoning is only used in assassinations, not in gunfights. But think about it, the other party doesn't seem to be in a gang...

But what kind of poison is so powerful?

Things happened too fast. He looked at his companions lying on the ground, then looked at Chen Qingyuan and said stutteringly: "You, you are so despicable..."

Seeing that these people were unwilling to come up again, Chen Qingyuan suddenly felt a little regretful, and the merit banner in his hand settled.

In the world of "New Mr. Zombie", he didn't absorb many souls, but in this world, he absorbed more than 300 souls at the beginning. It is already a hundred souls... a hundred-person merit banner! Only 500 or 600 are left to reach the thousand-person merit banner.

The Merit Banner can absorb souls and various magical instruments, decompose them, and restore spiritual energy for one's own practice.

It is also an extremely effective portable soul cage. As long as it is used properly and driven by the Lushan spell, stronger souls can also attack the target...

The place was a mess.

Chen Qingyuan picked up the chair from the ground, sat on it, and silently looked at the crow still lying there: "Come."

In his mind, the crow cursed all the ancestors of the little brother who had just shaken him over, and also cursed the pretty boy in front of him from all angles.

He covered his abdomen with his hands, forced a smile on his face, and walked over with his waist bent: "Big, big boss, you called me?"

He didn't feel anything when he was lying on the ground, but when he saw her coming over, his heart suddenly sank.

He has seen a lot of what happens after gang fights.

Guns will only be used when life and death are at stake. Otherwise, in the fight for territory, the most common weapons are knives and various knives. If they use guns, then they are not gangs, but gangsters and terrorists. At this time, the Hong Kong police will not arrest and interrogate them, but send out the Flying Tigers to suppress them with force...

By that time, don't even mention him.

Even if Jiang Tiansheng stood next to Luotuo, his face could not withstand a volley of bullets from the Flying Tigers.

Therefore, after the fight between the gangs, the scene was extremely disgusting. Broken arms and legs were common, and people were stabbed in the neck and stomach with knives. That was really tragic. The ground really needed a high-pressure water gun to clean it...

But now here!
This was the cleanest fighting scene Crow had ever seen since he joined the club.

All the people lying on the ground had more or less bloody holes on their bodies, which were caused by the pole of the long banner. Some were on their legs, some on their arms, but they were basically not fatal injuries...

But what frightened Crow was that all of these people with holes and wounds on their bodies were motionless, whether they had their eyes open or closed...

This……

The crow's eyes fell on the merit banner inserted next to Chen Qingyuan.

The blood-red banner moved without wind, like the ripples of a sea of ​​blood. The pole was dark green, revealing an evil aura... For some reason, countless human faces floated on the blood-red banner. After a blink of an eye, they disappeared, but all kinds of ghostly howlings could be heard in the ears...

When I was a child, all kinds of ghost stories came to my mind.

At this moment, Crow had the urge to run straight to the temple, shave his head at the speed of light, and then hug the Buddha's feet to pray for blessings.

The blood flag, the pretty boy, and that smile.

Isn’t he just the sorcerer in the ghost legends?

Chen Qingyuan said: "Help me find a master who lives in a nursing home. His name is Zhang Dashao. It will take a lot of time for me to find him myself, but I believe in your ability."

Fuck your mother, isn't finding people the police's specialty? Why don't you just go find the police directly?

The crow only dared to criticize in secret.

He never thought that he would need the help of the Hong Kong Island Police so urgently.

It’s not that Chen Qingyuan didn’t think about contacting the Hong Kong police, but the stubborn detective in "The Vicious Cat" came to his mind, and he felt that it would be easier and faster to communicate with these gangsters.

He gently wiped a trace of blood from the wound on Crow's fist with his index finger, and casually drew a spell on the palm of his hand, showing: "Help me find a place to rest, and inform me as soon as there is any news! I believe you don't want to know... How terrible I am to you hooligans..."

gangster.

Crow hadn't heard someone call him that in a long time. He met Chen Qingyuan's eyes and saw the talisman on his palm. He nodded quickly and said, "I hate gangsters the most. I had no choice but to get into this business... I..."

Chen Qingyuan interrupted his speech and said, "Go."

Crow left some hooligans to clean up the scene and said hurriedly, "I'll go right away..."

(End of this chapter)