Dragon Ball Guilty

Feng Zi sighed depressedly. For no other reason than this map, there were no monsters for him to level up. Ignoring the audience's pleas, Feng Zi took the bonus after the game and left with Bulma.

Feng Zi, it turns out you are much more powerful than I thought! Bulma talked to Feng Zi on the road.

Feng Zi shrugged, glanced at Bulma, and asked, About how much money did I earn?

There should be a bonus of about 600,000 yuan. Bulma replied, and then asked curiously: How do you plan to spend this money?

Um, eat and buy equipment. ... Bulma felt more and more that this young man named Feng Zi was very mysterious, and he had a suspicion in his mind that he was most likely a Martian.

The two were walking while talking, and Feng Zi suddenly stopped and said to Bulma: I'm hungry now, let's find a place to eat first.

Ahem, I really admire you. You ate so much in the morning and you still complained that you were hungry. Bulma felt terrible when she thought of Feng Zi's terrifying appetite. Feng Zi smiled and said nothing.

...

Inside the restaurant.

All the guests' eyes widened and they turned their attention to the table of guests at the window. The table was filled with plates and rice bowls. Almost all the waiters in the restaurant were busy. A purple-haired young man devoured the food that had just been delivered. That speed made all the guests come here to eat. He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and even cheered for this young man.

One more bowl! Feng Zi wiped the oil stains on her face and said loudly to the waitress in front of her, who looked horrified. This was already the 165th bowl Feng Zi had eaten.

Bulma covered her face with the newspapers on the table, praying secretly not to let these people recognize her, otherwise she would be embarrassed as well.

After a comfortable burp, Feng Zi looked at the piles of plates and rice bowls and asked Bulma strangely: Did I eat all of these?

It wasn't eaten by you, was it eaten by ghosts? Bulma asked helplessly with a black line on his face.

After a moment of silence, Feng Zi said in an innocent tone: So I am so good at eating. All the guests were happy, including the waiters, as if they had seen a living treasure.

Bulma said to the waiter: Pay the bill.

The waiter took out his calculator, calculated for a long time, and said, Guest, you spent one hundred and two thousand yuan.

What? Bulma wondered if she heard correctly. Although she was a daughter of a universal company, she had never spent more than 100,000 yuan on a meal, not to mention that she didn't order big fish or meat. Bulma glanced at the table full of tableware again and had to believe what the waiter said. Feng Zi could eat up an average family's annual income in one meal.

After paying the money, Bulma dragged Feng Zi and left the restaurant as fast as he could.

Bulma, why are you walking in such a hurry? Feng Zi asked doubtfully.

Bulma took a breath and said, Nonsense, you've eaten so much, it's hard not to be famous.

Oh, Feng Zi said: Buma, do you still know where there are monsters?

Just as Bulma was about to say something, Feng Zi's eyes suddenly froze, and his whole face changed. His nerves immediately tensed up, and he pushed the unsuspecting Bulma away. The next moment, countless harsh piercing sounds sounded densely, and Feng Zi clearly felt a row of metal objects rushing toward his location.

Da, da, da. A series of sounds made passers-by on the street pay attention, and then screams echoed in the air. I saw two muscular men in military uniforms with red forged belts on their arms. They held two machine guns in their hands. They aimed at Feng Zi without any reason and started shooting.

The sound of bullets spraying suddenly stopped, and the two muscular men opened their mouths wide in surprise. Bulma, who had just stood up from the ground, looked at Feng Zi in surprise. Just now, Feng Zi's figure moved quickly, dodging in front of the flames like a ghost. The gunshots stopped. Feng Zi's body was not injured at all, and he stood in place intact. s position.

Plop, tap... The sound of metal falling to the ground, Feng Zi's palms opened, and bullets that were not extinguished fell to the ground one by one.

Looking at the red names on the hands of the two muscular men, Red Ribbon Killer and the number 15 marked behind the names. Feng Zi sneered and moved her feet. A biting cold wind blew up all over her body. When the two killers were stunned, she waved her fists and hit the chests of the two men. Along with two screams, the bodies of the two guys were Fly out upside down.

Two consecutive prompts popped up in Feng Zi's mind, experience +17. Walking straight to Bulma, Feng Zi pointed at the machine guns used by the two fainted killers and asked, Are they using equipment?

Ah? Feng Zi, how did you do it just now? Bulma came back to his senses and whispered.

Feng Zi said naturally: Of course I will take it with my hands!

Feng Zi, aren't you afraid of bullets?

I'm just afraid I won't have anything to eat.

You must be a monster.

I'm not a monster, I'm a monster hunter.