Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 524 Violent Brawl
They grabbed the golden dragon and put it in the back seat to act as a tour guide, and the hedgehog-shaped vehicle started its journey again.

Jin Cuilong felt extremely uncomfortable sitting in the back seat of the hedgehog car. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the ugly black chicken head-shaking car doll with wise eyes was looking at him.

"Who are you calling ugly and black-feathered?"

Then, just as the thought popped into his head, the voice came directly from the doll.

"This is a sparrow, you know? A sparrow! Sigh, that's why the violent world is full of illiterate people..." a car mascot said unhappily.

"There's nothing we can do about it. You're all dressed in black, it's hard to tell you're a sparrow." Luo Xingxing curiously pointed at the doll.

The doll's bird head swayed wildly as the vehicle moved.

“Although I’ve never seen a real sparrow, I’ve seen picture books. Sparrows are usually brown, and a big distinguishing feature is the round spot on their face.” As she spoke, Luo Xingxing pointed at Zheng Fan: “But your sparrow is black, I can’t recognize it at all.”

Zheng Fan was taken aback.

A pair of toy wings flapped on its cheeks, and white round spots appeared on its face.

"Sorry, I forgot to include this."

"...It's still not that easy to recognize. Seriously, do we have to be so fixated on black?"

"Tsk, black is my trademark. You, a nobody with no distinguishing features, would never understand. Can you imagine Luo Ye without red?"

"I understand." Luo Xingxing understood immediately.

"I'm a little hungry from drinking. Do you want something to eat?" Jiang Si, who was driving, took the bottle of wine out of her mouth and asked.

"Sure, let's get something to eat." Zheng Fan and Luo Xingxing agreed to the suggestion.

Jin Cuilong felt that the combination of the two little girls and a bobblehead doll was too bizarre.

He wasn't afraid of violence, but he was a little afraid of ghosts. Could he have been caught up in some scary little stories? Although he was afraid, he was also a coward and loved watching them, and he had heard many scary legends about the capital.

What about toast that bites people, shoes that walk on the road and multiply with each step, and blankets that wriggle in the shadows like worms... Hmm, these three seem to be the newest rumors circulating in the capital recently.

"Hey, you there, any good food recommendations around here?" Zheng Fan's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"There's a fast food restaurant in the mixed-race neighborhood two intersections ahead on the left. Their donuts are so good that they get robbed all the time, robbed of donuts..."

Jin Cuilong didn't think much before blurting it out subconsciously.

“Sounds good, let’s go.” Zheng Fan’s little wings and head bobbed together.

Jiang Si drifted around a corner without any apparent purpose and reached her destination.

An ordinary-looking shop on the roadside was inevitably targeted by the mob during the chaos. Windows and walls were smashed, and violent residents rushed out in a hurry, holding donuts in their hands, mouths, and even sacks. To an outsider, they would look like bank robbers.

People in this violent world are only this kind of person. Stealing money is not as practical as stealing good food. It's uncertain whether the regional currency established by the Longhua Gang will still be usable after this period.

"Oh, I hope the shop owner is alright... This family is one of the few people in this world I hope won't die," Jin Cuilong said with a frown and concern upon seeing this scene.

Then he saw Jiang Si silently accelerate the engine.

dong dong!

A few more muffled thuds accompanied the car's slight shaking. Jiang Si casually stopped the car in front of the store: "We're here. You guys have a lot of speed bumps around here."

“Where are there… uh… there are some… although I think speed bumps are indispensable in any violent world…” Jin Cuilong subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he saw Jiang Si open the car door and see the bloodstains flowing under the car, he chose to agree.

Everyone went into the store together.

It looks like a bar inside.

The two elderly people, clearly a couple, stood up under the protection of a young girl, but immediately shrank back down after hearing the door open.

“Hey, we pushed the door open. Your walls are practically transparent, so why did we still use the door? Doesn’t that prove our friendliness?” the doll held by Jiang Si said immediately.

Upon hearing this, the elderly couple and the girl finally peeked out.

The girl's eyes lit up when she saw Jin Cuilong: "Boss Jin! You've finally arrived! Our donuts have been stolen these past two days, and we've been hoping you would come to protect us!"

Jin Cuilong was somewhat at a loss when he was called that.

Jiang Si, Luo Xingxing, and the doll all turned their gazes toward them at the same time.

Could it be... that this person is a fairly popular minor leader in his own territory?
"Ahem, Lina, quiet down. These two... these three are guests. My men... are still behind... they'll be here soon and will protect you." Jin Cuilong quickly gestured.

Lina blinked, not at all like a violent resident, and didn't ask any more questions: "The next batch of donuts will be ready soon, Mr. Kim and the guests, please have a seat."

Has she quickly switched from donut-stealing mode to business mode? This girl might be stronger than she seems.

"They say people outside are just grabbing donuts but not killing anyone, they're just treating this place like a donut ATM," Zheng Fan muttered.

"Haha, I'm used to it," the old man said with a helpless smile.

"Do you have any alcohol here?" Jiang Si glanced at the broken and emptied bottles on the bar.

"Yes, we've hidden away all the good wines we collected from Dadu beforehand." The old lady brought out a bottle and handed it over.

"Thank you."

Luo Xingxing didn't say much, just observed them from the side, but seemed quite interested. These were two pure-blooded violent immigrants with no violent genes whatsoever, without any blood or fantasy factors on them. Such unarmed old men were truly rare in a violent world.

"Being good at cooking comes with privileges... If it weren't for this incident, their skills would be renowned throughout the community... although they often get free meals because of it." Jin Cuilong explained quietly, looking at Luo Xingxing's expression.

“That girl admires you a lot,” Jiang Si said.

"A clueless little brat, adopted by this couple. She's actually a purebred violent resident, just very well-mannered... she seems very good. She wants to come with me, but I'm not going to take her in. You know, I have no future at all, she's too young. The old man helped me when I first came here before I had a team... you could even say that donut was my start-up capital here. I'm a violent resident, but I'm not ungrateful yet."

Even among violent residents, different people have different bottom lines. There are pure, chaotic lunatics, as well as people like Jin Cuilong who use violence where it is necessary.

"Alright, but you'd better be careful. Purebred violent residents can easily get into trouble if they don't vent for too long." Jiang Si took a sip of her drink and looked at Lina, who was secretly peeking over from the kitchen, with amusement.

The hot donuts were served quickly.

No extras are needed; a simple donut sprinkled with powdered sugar is perfect.

It seems that the skill of this restaurant is not due to the golden dragon filter.

Zheng Fan transformed back into human form and, after using various means to get his hands on the donuts, began to enjoy them. The scene next to him, where Jiang Si was drinking and eating donuts, is somewhat abstract.

Jin Cuilong also ordered a bottle of ordinary beer to calm his nerves. The three people beside him didn't seem to intend to harm him for now, but he'd have to figure out what to do when he got back after this was resolved.

His tank... his tank!

A violent man, he holds back his tears.

At that moment, sparse footsteps approached, but there was no sound of a door being pushed open. Instead, someone entered through the broken wall, followed by another muffled thud, indicating that another part of the wall had been demolished.

A group of people came over and dispersed. Several of them went to the bar, and a thin man sat down next to Jin Cuilong, his purpose clear.

The atmosphere inside the shop was a bit tense. Lina realized something was wrong and let the elderly man go inside first, then stepped forward and awkwardly asked, "What would you like to order?"

But no one paid any attention to her.

Jiang Si and Luo Xingxing continued eating as if they hadn't seen anything.

"Jin Cuilong, a toilet maggot in his twenties who only came to the gang leader to claim kinship after his mother died is dreaming of becoming a dragon. It seems you have some inappropriate thoughts." The thin man revealed a sinister smile.

"What are you talking about? Brother Ye, I haven't offended my elder brother, have I?" Jin Cuilong's hand holding the wine bottle trembled slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Tanks, those are not things you should touch. But you took them right under the young master's nose..." The man surnamed Ye looked ahead with an air of arrogance.

"Sigh..." Jin Cuilong sighed heavily, took a sip of wine with a melancholy look, and then saw Lina in front of him blinking her bright eyes.

Damn it, today is the worst day ever. He hasn't even had a chance to use that crappy tank properly, and now someone's come knocking on his door.

Going against Boss Long will only end badly; he'll probably get a beating soon, and a small fry like me won't die from a lesson. I might still be of some use...

But hey, you little brat, can you stop looking at me like that?

Jin Cuilong drank the wine in one gulp until there was only a third left.

"Hey, little sister, we have a sound system in the shop, can you play some music?" Zheng Fan picked up a doll on the table and spoke, slightly diverting everyone's attention to find the source of the sound.

Lina then handed over a tablet: "I wonder if the speakers are broken..."

Jiang Si understood immediately and took the instrument. She glanced at a classic rock song, played it, and the sound system worked normally. Then, Jiang Si suddenly turned up the volume.

The continuous noise made the later group of people noticeably uncomfortable.

Just as the volume reached its maximum, Jin Cuilong suddenly grabbed the bottle and swung it, hitting the man next to him in the face the instant his attention was drawn.

boom!
As the signal to smash the bottle, Luo Xingxing and Jiang Si, with donuts in their mouths, turned around abruptly and, without using any extraordinary abilities, began fighting the group with their bare hands, punching and kicking.

The man surnamed Ye was stunned after being hit by a bottle, and then Jin Cuilong caught up with him and punched him to the ground.

"You son of a bitch! You dare threaten me on my turf?!"

"Jin Cuilong! How dare you!" The man surnamed Ye sprang to his feet and, with practiced punches and kicks, quickly pinned down the still arrogant Jin Cuilong.

Jiang Si picked up an iron bench and smashed it down on several burly men, causing them to bleed from the head. Luo Xingxing, from who-knows-where, took a steel pipe and struck and whipped several men to the ground.

Jin Cuilong was beaten and slumped on the counter. Suddenly, he pulled out a whip sword from his chest and slashed repeatedly. The man surnamed Ye, however, ignited his fighting spirit and dodged the blows nimbly. He was slightly scratched but not seriously injured. He then approached Jin Cuilong and punched him in the liver.

Jin Cuilong gritted his teeth and slashed at close range. The man surnamed Ye also inexplicably became a little obsessed. He did not dodge or avoid at close range, but could only grab the whip sword and then wrap it around Jin Cuilong's neck.

The sword blade pierced into the flesh of the golden dragon, causing large amounts of blood to spill out.

He tried to struggle, but the man surnamed Ye exerted more force and slammed him against the bar, the back of his head hitting the bar, then lifted him up and slammed him down again.

Boom!

Jin Cuilong was somewhat dazed and, being weaker than him, could only instinctively reach out to the side for help.

Whoa!

At that moment, the sound of a bullet being chambered and the safety being released rang out. Jin Cuilong turned his head and saw that Lina had pulled out a large-caliber pistol from somewhere and was aiming her trembling hand at the man surnamed Ye.

The man surnamed Ye quickly turned his head and reached out to grab it.

The girl lacked skill; she missed her target at close range.

But the man surnamed Ye freed up one hand, and Jin Cuilong seized the moment when the suppression weakened, suddenly pushed the other man away, moved towards Lina, and grabbed the gun in his hand.

"Jin Cuilong, you..."

boom!
A close-range headshot—this shot was very strange; the person's head exploded into a spray of blood after it hit.

Blood splattered all over Jiang Si and Luo Xingxing, who had come over. The two of them had already dealt with the surrounding henchmen and were preparing to help Jin Cuilong, but they didn't expect Jin Cuilong to actually fight back!

"Phew... Where did you get this gun?" Jin Cuilong felt he had made a complete blunder, actually killing Boss Long's men, but the first thing he said after surviving the ordeal was to ask Lina.

"Huh? You picked it up by the roadside?" Lina's big eyes widened, and the golden dragon seemed to sparkle even more as she looked at it.

Jin Cuilong felt he had asked a really stupid question, actually asking where weapons came from in a violent world...

Zheng Fan sat to the side, slowly munching on a donut, his body swaying slightly to the rhythm of the rock music in the background.

Hmm, the chaotic environment of a violent world is really suited to his ability to panic.

For example, it makes people subconsciously abandon fancy abilities and lean towards primitive free-for-all combat... which is a unique and pleasing experience.

"Ptooey! My donut!" Luo Xingxing spat out the donut she was holding in her mouth, saying with a pained expression. She loved sweets, but she rarely had the chance to eat them at the Luo family home, so she cherished every treat.

Jiang Si could only say that thankfully she ate quickly and didn't get any blood on her face, but she still felt uncomfortable with so much blood splattered on her face: "I need to wash it off."

"I also want!"

Bloodstains are automatically wiped clean in this violent world, just like how the world naturally absorbs unclaimed blood. It might even be a mechanism that allows germaphobic violent individuals to unleash their violence; this violent world is truly thoughtful.

But the two of them still need to eat, so they probably can't wait any longer.

"We've gotten ourselves into big trouble." Jin Cuilong was still somewhat dazed and couldn't be happy.

"Relax, buddy, we're never the ones who get into trouble," Zheng said lightly, shaking the black sparrow doll.

"Boss Jin! You're so cool!" Lina exclaimed, grabbing Jin Cuilong's hands.

Jin Cuilong was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Hehe,"

(End of this chapter)