Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

But what about this phone?

In the past, it was a toy, a fitness product, or a game prop...

"I'm afraid I need to test the performance of the phone carefully before I can make a judgment."

Somehow, although Fang Bailu knew that this was actually a flying sword, he still got used to calling it a mobile phone - this name was more intimate and reminded him of his life in the old world.

The wild laughter, wrapped in the roar of the engine and the sound of the tires slipping in the water, pierced Fang Bailu's ears like a needle.

This time the sound was sharp and clear, and the person who made the sound must have reached the entrance of the alley.

"what happened?"

Fang Bailu threw down his stopped phone, jumped up, ran to the workbench and pulled up the surveillance footage outside the store.

The picture from the camera hidden in the sign of Fang's Hardware Store was a little distorted and blurry: that was because the rain was too heavy and it seeped into the protective film on the lens:

In the gradually easing rain, more than ten circles of light from car headlights were reflected: a group of heavily modified electric vehicles were turning from the main road into the alley and rushing towards Fang’s Hardware Store in the deepest part.

Fang Bailu was stunned:

"...Night Walker? Which gang are you from?"

He hasn't seen these electric bike riders roaming the streets of Kuala Lumpur for some time.

The electric vehicles, all equipped with modified rain tires, rolled up waves in the accumulated water, making a terrifying sound.

Each electric bike had passengers on the back seat: their muscular hands with luminous tattoos were wielding chains and crowbars, knocking sparks on the already dilapidated walls of the alley.

Amid the noisy and shrill noises, a night-wandering god raised a large flag made of canvas and a long pole and waved it left and right.

Several large characters were painted on the black canvas with scarlet spray paint, which were somewhat blurred by the rain. But under the light of the flashlight tied to the flagpole, they were still recognizable:

"The Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street".

"...Ah. I've heard of it." Fang Bailu scratched his nose. He had just seen this name in the elevator graffiti of Guang'an Garden. At that time, he couldn't help but sigh at the author's artistic talent, "A group of will-o'-the-wisp teenagers with great taste in painting."

"Is this a sign of a 'zero-dollar shopping' campaign at the hardware store?"

Looking at this group of tall and strong villains, Fang Bailu knew that they were actually only fifteen or sixteen years old - the hormone content in synthetic food was extremely alarming, and it also affected the physical development of young Singaporeans and Malays.

"What do Fu Yisheng's people eat? These hooligans are about to break into my store."

Fang Bailu couldn't help but curse Fu Yisheng in his heart for not caring about the matter. A Luo Street was within their sphere of influence, and he had paid a lot of protection fees...

"Ah... No, I blamed them wrongly."

I almost forgot that Fu Yisheng's gang was almost wiped out by Mr. Kui single-handedly a few days ago, and I helped rescue the remaining dozen or so gang members and gang leaders.

"Hey... you just owed me a Grade B favor and you're already running off to recuperate?"

Fang Bailu knew that they had more than enough to protect themselves with the relic "Statue of Guandijun", but they would probably be beaten to a pulp in a street fight.

The underground power vacuum created by Fu Yisheng's retreat may trigger another street war on A Luo Street.

As one of the hubs of the underground network, it is not surprising that Fang’s Hardware Store was targeted.

"After I deal with these little brats, I have to remember to bring back some weapons..."

Once a street war breaks out, the profits from guns and weapons will multiply exponentially.

As for the official security force of New Malaysia, it was not within Fang Bailu's consideration: slums like Alor Street have always been in a "no man's land" state.

"A bunch of little bastards..." Fang Bailu stared at the night wandering gods who were shouting and yelling at the door of the hardware store and even trying to burn tires in the water, feeling angry and amused. "Are you kidding me? This is a Taoist product..."

In Fang Bailu's opinion, the news that the hardware store has become a Taoist property is no secret - he is afraid that someone is instigating these young people to test him.

He knocked on the workbench, thinking about how to deal with these thugs with the least loss.

Chapter 50: Cutting Jade Like Cutting Mud (Part )

Kono is sixteen years old and Daryl Gosling is his real name. Unfortunately, like many foreigners who stowed away in Singapore and Malaysia, he had no idea how to spell his name in his native language.

But Gao Ye didn't care: the barbaric land of North America was just a wrong place for him to be born.

He leaned sideways on his electric bike, looked around at his companions who were howling and laughing wildly, then held the e-cigarette between his middle and ring fingers, and took a puff from time to time.

Neighbors describe Takano as a smart, self-controlled kid:

For example, when his peers were still trying to download a dual cultivation simulator from the website, or fantasizing about running into an intact donor head-on in the alley, what he wanted most was a Tiema brand electric bike.

What makes Takano stand out even more is that he successfully achieved his goal.

He even went a step further: together with a few good brothers, he formed the most powerful car team on A Luo Street - the Thirteen Taibao.

Gao Ye patted the mount under him: this piece of scrap metal that he picked up from the garbage dump has now become a wild horse that is praised by the night-wandering gods.

Before his father passed away, he murmured something in a vague accent. Takano, who was not familiar with the various proverbs and allusions in his mother tongue, was very puzzled by his father's saying, "The apple does not fall far from the tree."

Later he realized that his father was probably trying to express the meaning of "like father, like son" or "like father, like son".

"When I'm 20, I'll definitely smoke 'Sanwu' every day." He pretended to press the nozzle of the e-cigarette on his palm, "The taste... is so good!"

When the companions around heard this, they turned their heads in admiration:

Gao Ye was the only person here who had smoked real paper-rolled flue-cured tobacco, and he never forgot to frequently publicize his wild experience to consolidate his leadership position.

Gao Ye scratched his bald head. The falling rain made his scalp a little itchy:

The family's financial situation was so tight that they even had to save money on hair dye, so he had to undergo a cheap and direct hair follicle removal surgery despite his naturally light yellow hair.

“Brothers, don’t forget.” He held the e-cigarette and knocked on the front of the car with the back of his hand.

The other guards understood what he meant and turned on the holographic transmitters on their electric cars:

One after another, hot bodies covered with trademarks emerged from the light, showing off their fully developed secondary sexual characteristics to the surroundings without reservation.

These naked and eye-catching bodies are also a manifestation of Takano's wisdom and leadership charisma: he attracted sponsorship for the Thirteen Tigers of Arrow Street.

The illegal bars and erotic teahouses on the street are willing to add their own advertisements to these riders who are riding all night for a small amount of money.

After all, these unlicensed industries that skirt the law cannot receive the financial blessing of the public god of wealth.

But even in the alleys, we must not forget to continue playing these ads: in addition to the visual enjoyment, this is also a reflection of the spirit of contract.

"It's just a shabby shop like this...?"

He looked at the "Fang's Hardware Store" in front of him. Behind the glass door lay a tattered rocking chair, leaning against the wall with the four characters "Harmony brings wealth" written on it.

It was empty except for a few shelves and packages in the corner.

"Harmony brings wealth? Pah!" Gao Ye spat into the puddles; the low-quality tobacco oil burned his mouth.

This time, Fu Yisheng disappeared without a trace due to some unexpected incident. All the gangs, big and small, were eager to get a piece of this fat meat.

But Takano and his boss were only interested in Arrow Street: if there were too many, not only would they be unable to hold on, but they would also be more likely to get into trouble.

According to the boss, this Fang’s hardware store is a nail buried by Fu Yisheng on A Luo Street, and it must be pulled out first.

Gao Ye tapped his palms lightly with the crowbar, his mind replaying the weak words that the boss had told him, such as "win people over with virtue", "harmony is the most precious", "the benevolent are invincible", etc.:

"As long as we can scare him and convince the store owner to cooperate with us..."

But this was not enough: although the boss was strong and smart, his personality was still too gentle. Gao Ye himself was the leader of a small group and knew how much a gentle leader could attract his subordinates.

So at this time, I have to stand up! Not only must the work assigned by the boss be completed, but it must be completed 200% - Gao Ye wants to keep this store firmly in his hands!

Gao Ye is well versed in the way of survival on the streets - you can be without wisdom and lack strength, but you must be wild, fierce and eye-catching enough!

For example, the group of brothers around him: each of them holds a luminous over-shoulder dragon that emits a bluish-white fluorescent light, which is unique on A Luo Street.

How much potential can a grocery store like this one hidden in a shabby alley have?

Although the Thirteen Tigers of Arrow Street have no guns or cannons, and no money for transformation surgery, they have the most important thing - momentum.

By taking over Fang's Hardware Store this time, Gao Ye will be one step closer to his deepest dream.

He never shared this dream with anyone, fearing that it would be laughed at as the ravings of a madman:

He wanted to be a qigong practitioner.

"Why haven't you gotten off yet?" Gao Ye frowned, and took out an electric horn from the storage box under the handlebars:

"Listen up, people inside! We are..."

He tilted his head to the side, waiting for his companion's response.

The surrounding guards raised their arms and shouted:

"The Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street!"

Gao Ye nodded with satisfaction and continued speaking into the loud speaker:

"If you don't want your store to be ruined, come out and surrender! Don't try your damn tricks!"

He wiped the rain off his bald head with satisfaction and put his hands under his armpits.

The reputation of the Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street was so great that anyone who heard of it would be terrified. Gao Ye's mind had already seen the scene of the boss crawling out and surrendering.

"Turn on the headlights to maximum."

Takano waved his hand, and his companions pointed the front of their cars towards the door of the hardware store and turned on the xenon lights to maximum.

This is a simple psychological tactic: when the shop owner comes out to face the light that is bright enough to blind his eyes, he will naturally feel inferior psychologically.

Simple but effective.

"Please be patient, I'll be downstairs now!"

A distorted voice suddenly came from above, causing the Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street to raise their heads together.

"Haha, are you scared now?"

Gao Ye narrowed his eyes, trying to identify the source of the sound: There was a speaker installed on the crooked sign of "Fang's Hardware Store" that was emitting a faint purple light weakly.

hum!

The tattered neon sign suddenly exploded into a sun. No, the sign itself suddenly lit up with a brilliant light. Compared with it, the light from the gas lamps of the dozen or so electric vehicles was like a firefly against the bright moon.

"Oh! Sorry, the voltage in my store is not stable, and the sign accidentally lit up."

Gao Ye could not hear the shop owner's mocking words. He only felt that his eyes were emitting blue phosphorous fire and tears could not stop flowing out.

The bodyguards around also let out mournful wails, covered their eyes, struggled wildly, and groped around.

Boom! There was a loud noise, as if one of the brothers had hit his head against the wall while groping.

"Fuck! The villain is cheating--"

"Oh, welcome! Thank you for your support of Fang's Hardware Store, but we are currently renovating the store..."

Gao Ye endured the pain in his eyes and forced himself to open his eyelids:

A dark figure was standing in front of the glass door, mumbling words constantly coming out of his mouth.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

There were sounds of hard objects colliding and bodies falling into the water all around - it seemed that the other guards had also had a lot of close contact with the walls in the confusion of temporary blindness.

Gao Ye held onto the front of the electric bike to keep his balance, raised the crowbar in his hand and pointed it at the dark figure:

"You! Do you know who we are?!"

"Let's use the conversation to buy time first. I'll deal with this bastard after my eyes have recovered a bit..."

Although Gao Ye's attitude seemed to be still arrogant, he had actually already made plans to fight back.

The shadow's limbs moved, as if it was scratching its head:

"The Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street! Isn't that written on your flag? It's great to have so many people, but if you want the group purchase price, you need to order a larger quantity..."

Takano swung the crowbar hard, trying to knock out a streak of sparks on the wall to boost his momentum, but ended up hitting nothing because he was half blind:

"I'm telling you! From now on, your store will be responsible for us! We will naturally--"

"Huh?" The shadow sighed in surprise, completely ignoring his impassioned declaration; "You are all men? Isn't there a 'Sword Girls Group'? I see your graffiti is pretty good."

"Oh?! Boss is right, art works really help spread our reputation."

A flash of surprise passed through Gao Ye's heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little less disgusted with the annoying black shadow.

The continuous crashing sounds had stopped, and the wailing of the brothers around him had also disappeared at some point. They must have calmed down from the chaos and fear.

His vision slightly recovered, and he looked at the young man in front of the glass door, who was gradually becoming clearer: