Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The smile on his face became more kind, and he seemed to not care at all:

"Ah... they are just small matters."

hum!

Before Fang Bailu finished speaking, his intact left leg had already kicked the ground first, and he leaped forward with the huge potential energy of his heavy body.

It pressed its left hand hard against the wall, creating a cloud of white mist. The five fingers of its right hand were all inserted into the wall, and between its palms was the donor's slender white neck. It used both hands to stop its momentum.

The palms, five fingers of the prosthetic body and the concrete wall were combined into a pair of shackles, firmly fixing the donor's neck.

Fang Bailu huddled behind the spine of the prosthesis, pulled out a pure black block from his waist and shook it vigorously - with a crackling sound, he stood up and placed the subsonic sandbag gun on the shoulder of the prosthesis to maintain balance and stability, with the muzzle firmly locked on the donor's forehead.

This wasn't Anbennola wearing a full-face mask. This distance was more than enough to smash the donor's skull. Even if she had a way to stop the action of the prosthesis, she couldn't avoid Fang Bailu's sandbag bullets.

Now Fang Bailu always carries a sandbag gun with him whenever he goes out: he is still unable to control his prosthetic body and his cell phone at the same time, and the sandbag gun makes it easier to coordinate during conflicts.

"We just dealt with those kids yesterday, and today we ran into the people behind them here."

Is it a coincidence?

Fang Bailu immediately scoffed at the idea. He put his index finger on the trigger, and his previously enthusiastic voice cooled down:

"How did you know I was coming here?"

He came to Old Liu's place today to have artificial meridians implanted, without making an appointment in advance.

"Were you being watched?"

He dismissed this idea immediately: According to Old Liu, when Fang Bailu arrived at the pharmacy, the donor's transformation surgery was almost complete. And he also did a check before the surgery, and there was no trace of poison in his body...

"Someone...read my fortune...and told me...that I...would have a chance here today...I...didn't expect...to meet you..."

The donor’s face turned red due to the pressure on his neck, and even his speech was intermittent.

"Brothers... before going to the hardware store... I have done some research... I have your... photo..."

Fang Bailu slightly moved the muzzle of the gun away and pulled the trigger——

boom!

The sandbag filled with iron sand was deeply embedded next to the donor's face, and the splashing cement fragments scraped her face and the prosthesis's face, leaving several bloody marks.

The donors' expressions did not change at all except for the red flush due to difficulty breathing - every donor had blocked the pain signals, which was a necessary measure for physical donations.

Fang Bailu pressed the muzzle of the sandbag gun hard against the donor's forehead:

"Who told you that fortune?"

"A... Qigong practitioner... and his followers... I gave alms to all five of them at the same time..."

A fortune teller, a qigong practitioner, five people in total...

"Fuck, Mr. Kui and his four little devils?! Why does this pervert always pick on me?"

The prosthetic hand that was tightly clasping the donor's neck slid back a little, and a strange sound was made as the fingers rubbed against the rough cement.

If Mr. Kui had predicted Fang Bailu directly, he would have been brain dead by now...but the opportunities he predicted for himself and the donor all led to Fang Bailu.

The donor, whose trachea was relaxed, coughed rapidly and his round and full chest shook.

Fang Bailu turned a blind eye to this man-made wonder:

"So what do you want to do now? Let me make it clear first. My mind is very clear and I don't need your alms to clear away my evil thoughts."

Chapter 57 Useless Things (Part )

Suddenly, a spark of light flashed from the donor's eyes, which were like a dead cave, and a little bit of human energy emerged:

"I, no, 'Aro United' hopes you can give us a chance." She gently stroked the prosthetic arm, her ten fingers plucking the hydraulic muscles like strings, "We are a new gang, we need-"

The prosthetic body's left hand grasped the donor's slender fingers that were stroking its arm and clenched its fist.

Clap!

With a muddy and crisp sound like a wet towel wrapped around a dry branch and then tightened, the donor's fingers were crushed by the prosthesis, and blood oozed from the gaps between the prosthesis's fists.

The prosthetic body threw away her tattered hands, spread out its five fingers and placed them on the donor's head, pressing its thumb and middle finger on each of her temples. Blood flowed down her temples:

"Don't move. Otherwise, it'll be your head that'll be pinched next time."

Fang Bailu aimed the crosshairs of the subsonic sandbag gun at the donor's slightly open mouth - he noticed that the donor's tongue was forked, like a snake's tongue.

"I heard that this kind of tongue can wrap around left and right? What a bad taste..."

He didn't think he was overreacting: 120% caution was a must. Who knew whether the donor's teasing gesture was a habitual show of goodwill or a hidden murderous intention?

The donor glanced at his fingers that were twisted together like a knot, and his forearm twitched unconsciously a few times - even if there was no pain, the muscles would still spasm unconsciously:

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

She raised her eyes again, a sickly blush on her cheeks.

“A set stress response…?” Compared to her natural complexion, her exquisite color combination looked more like carefully applied blush.

The donor ignored his ragged hands and continued with the previous topic:

"As I said, the Arrow United is a new gang. Now that Fu Yisheng has fallen, a new order will emerge on the streets - but if the underground network does not accept the Arrow United, we will not be able to grow on our own without resources and channels."

Her speech speed gradually increased, and the sparks in her eyes burned more and more fiercely:

"So when the street war breaks out, I hope Fang's Hardware Store will be willing to sell weapons and equipment to Arrow United."

Fang Bailu always sold unregistered firearms and other hard-to-get goodies only to clients he was already familiar with, such as Fu Yisheng, who was basically strangled by Mr. Kui. He naturally had no intention of doing sensitive business with new gangs like the "A Luo United" whose details he didn't know.

Fang Bailu frowned: he felt that some twisted enthusiasm was coming out of the donor in front of him.

"In addition, we hope to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with Fang's Hardware Store. The garbage men, swordsmen and empty-handed men in the 'Aro United' territory will give priority to trading with Fang's Hardware Store..."

"To ensure this, we will not allow other similar shops to exist. If your competitors appear, we will deal with them for you."

Fang Bailu felt a little tired of the donor's words:

"That's all? Where's your sincerity? Last night, your gang of brothers were shouting and fighting in front of my store. I can't say that they are willing to cooperate."

"I'm sorry, I apologize again. I wanted to visit you in person, but Fang's Hardware Store was closed for the past few days, and I needed to recover from my intense charity work."

Due to the clamp of the prosthetic right hand, the donor could only nod slightly:

"Once we take control of Alor Street, we will give 30% of all the business we handle to the hardware store as a token of our good faith."

Fang Bailu tilted her head and looked at the donor: the deadness in her eyes had been dispelled by something even hotter.

Although it's all empty talk, if you treat it as an investment, it's not a bad idea to do business with them...

The donor seemed to sense this hesitation and spoke more quickly:

"Please believe in our potential! We are——"

Fang Bailu interrupted her directly:

"I want half of the commission. I won't take it for free. I will give priority to you when I get the good stuff. Also, I won't issue a bounty against the 'Aro Union'."

He gently moved the muzzle of the sandbag gun back, avoiding the donor's vital points:

"If you want a good gun, a good knife, or other good stuff, remember to exchange it with money - I don't sell on credit. You have to pay for it: preferably in RMB."

The donor's expression was as rigid as ever, but Fang Bailu felt her body relax a little:

"We accept the offer. Thank you! We won't let you down."

Fang Bailu removed the sandbag gun from the shoulder of the prosthesis - it was very tiring to keep aiming. But the left hand of the prosthesis, which was dripping with blood, still held the donor's head tightly:

“But can you really eat A Luo Street?”

"Who can they deal with with just those young boys?" However, judging from their ignorant looks, it was more likely that they were being used as guns by the donor to test him.

If he had not been able to easily get rid of the Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street that day, I am afraid that the donor would not have agreed to his huge demand so easily.

After all, fists are the hardest truth.

"The Thirteen Protectors are my little brothers...but the 'Aro Alliance' also has real military power."

In the graffiti in the elevator of Guang'an Garden, the names of the people in the same group as "The Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street" flashed through Fang Bailu's mind:

"The Girls with Swords Group".

"Are there still a group of little girls who are good at fighting?..."

Fang Bailu pondered for a moment, then asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time:

"Did you take the initiative to find the Qigong practitioner who told your fortune?"

Thinking of Mr. Kui's skinny limbs and protruding ribs, Fang Bailu couldn't help but speculate about his physical needs.

"…Few people can give alms to five people, including the Qigong practitioner, at the same time." She said softly, "Even fewer people dare to do it."

"No direct answer?" Judging from the burning ambition in the donor's eyes, she was probably the one who approached him... Thinking of the empty Fu Yisheng headquarters and the four white cloth men behind Mr. Kui, Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel a chill:

The donor must have great kung fu skills - not only did she escape unscathed, but she was also able to have Mr. Kui tell her fortune.

The prosthetic body loosened its hands, and its five fingers brought out a trail of cement debris from the hole in the wall.

"I will sell you weapons and equipment so that you can fight other gangs that want to take over Alor Street. Once you have established a foothold in Alor Street, the profit-sharing agreement will take effect."

As for whether this "Aro United" would turn against him...

Not counting his "cell phone flying sword", the newly implanted three yang meridians and prosthesis are enough for Fang Bailu to deal with most of the dangers in the slums of A Luo Street.

Not to mention Anbenola behind him.

The donor bowed deeply:

"Thank you very much! I'll take my leave now. Next time I'll bring money and come to your store to buy."

She walked past Fang Bailu and squeezed open the door of the drugstore, which he had not closed tightly just now.

Old Liu's weathered voice floated out from inside:

"Huh! You gave alms to Boss Fang so vigorously?! I didn't expect that young man could be so ruthless when doing that kind of thing..."

Fang Bailu took back the subsonic sandbag gun and put it back into his waist:

"Why is it that every time you do business, you have to fight and kill first..."

He stretched, his neck crackling. The prosthetic body shook off the blood in its hands, staining the wall covered with advertisements with a bright red.

……

Fang Bailu stood on a folding ladder and carefully painted the walls of the hardware store with a roller brush, occasionally taking some sticky white paint from the iron bucket held above his head by his prosthetic body.

He didn't cover it up with a holographic projection - a little luxury once in a while is also a way to relieve stress: this bucket of white paint is not cheap.

It was already the second day after the implantation of the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot in Old Liu's place, and it was drizzling in Kuala Lumpur as usual.

It is said that "it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone" - Old Liu only said that he needed to rest for six hours, but Fang Bailu still lay on the mattress in Guang'an Garden for a whole day.

The four large spray-painted characters "和氣生财" have had the characters "和" (harmony) and "财" (wealth) painted over. Reading from right to left, there is a sense of angry mockery.

It wasn't that Fang Bailu had a sudden idea - it was just that from the various events he had encountered recently, the four words "harmony brings wealth" seemed increasingly incompatible with him: he hadn't made much money, but had a lot of things that made him angry.

In addition, after the previous owner told Fang Bailu how he woke up that night, Fang Bailu wanted to change this restrictive business philosophy even more.

Today, I returned to the store to prepare for the reopening of Fang's Hardware Store. The closure of the store in the past few days not only reduced revenue, but also reduced many information channels.

More importantly, Fang Bailu also planned to keep an eye on the news about the immortal's body. It wasn't that he was going to agree to cooperate with Shou Niang, but for such an important matter that was closely related to him, the more information he had, the more initiative he would have.

He also had a hunch: his strange revival might also be related to the immortal.

"May I bestow the elixir in the cauldron upon all, so as to awaken the foolish and ignorant people"...

This chorus heard by the previous owner during the revival may also be a clue.

Today Fang Bailu also announced a new bounty - to purchase the unearthed original application disks from the old world.

This is both a warm-up for the reopening of Fang's Hardware Store and a search for applications that can be installed on mobile phones.

After all, judging from the repeated "network connection errors", it would be difficult to continue exploring the combat capabilities of the mobile phone by downloading software from the application market.

But those disks from the old world might still offer some surprises.

"Maybe I can find some 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect' or something like that?"

Fang Bailu looked at the two words "气生" in front of him, and suddenly had a mischievous idea: