From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

The sky gradually darkened.

The smell of leaves, along with various slang and profanities, and the cheerful moans of women emanated from the McCann auto repair shop in the North District.

At a street corner not far away, Ye Xiao, dressed in all black, stepped forward, a glint of light flashing in his clear black and white eyes.

"It sounds like quite a few people are doing this; they might make a fortune!"

Ye Xiao would normally disdain murder, or rather, would not willingly commit it.

But some idiots just had to hand over their heads.

If we don't take it soon, even God might not be able to stand by and watch.

Ye Xiao looked down at his watch. It was exactly one in the morning, and most of the people around him were already asleep.

He subconsciously murmured "Operation begins," then stretched out his white-gloved hand and, as if putting on a helmet, put on a large Mickey Mouse headgear.

Before long, this Disney superstar slowly made his way to the auto repair shop where a party was taking place.

At this moment, the shop is filled with the smells of alcohol, leaves, and cigarettes.

McCann was lying on the sofa, watching the streetwalker he had just hired perform a sexy striptease next to his car.

The other brothers were either playing cards, messing around, or had gotten too high on drugs and were lying on the side trying to catch their breath.

Just then, the side door of the repair shop was silently pushed open.

A dark figure with two enormous ears flashed in.

About half an hour later, all the lights in the repair shop suddenly went out, startling the strippers who screamed repeatedly.

"ah!"

"Fuck! The power tripped again?"

In the midst of his excitement, McCann jumped up in anger, roaring, "Where's Bree?! Go fix that damn switch right now!"

"Bri! You idiot, did you hear me?!"

McCann called out a few times and then suddenly realized something was wrong.

Damn, it's so quiet!

Aside from the screams of those bitches, he couldn't hear a single response from any of his brothers!

McCann was startled and instinctively reached for the Colt M1911 on the table.

However, he touched a thick calf.

What the hell is this?!

The lights suddenly came on, and McCann looked up sharply, only to see a round, classic Mickey Mouse with two big ears staring blankly at him!

WTF? !

This absurd and bizarre scene terrified McKen, who wondered if he had inhaled too much tobacco.

Otherwise, how could he have seen Mickey holding his own pistol and pointing it at him?

With round eyes and a smile that turns up at the corners of his mouth, he exudes an infectious charm.

At this moment, in McCann's eyes, it was as terrifying as the savage grin of a demon from hell.

Just when he was completely confused.

A sharp sound rang out.

"Hey buddy, what are you looking for?"

Upon hearing this voice, the mountain-like McKen trembled like a timid woman, and beads of sweat appeared on his pointed brow.

Only then did he realize with horror that...

My own stronghold has been wiped out by this Mickey Mouse without me even realizing it!

Those brothers who had followed him for many years lay sprawled out in front of him, utterly dead!

"Who...who are you?!"

Thanks to the temper he had honed in the gang over the years, McCann, though beginning to feel afraid, still roared fiercely.

"Do you know I'm with the Crippled Gang? If you dare touch me, you won't escape even if you run to the ends of the earth! We'll catch you and saw you in half with a chainsaw!"

"Thump!"

Mickey impatiently grabbed a bottle and smashed it hard on McCann's head.

"Can't you be a little more creative?"

"What era are we living in? Still thinking about using a chainsaw? Do you think you're Chainsaw Man?"

"you!"

McCann drank a whole bottle of liquor, and his black head turned slightly red.

"You're dead, I told you!"

"You're talking to your mother."

Mickey Mouse then casually tossed another bottle of liquor.

Another muffled thud echoed through the empty repair shop.

"Thump!"

"Does it sound good?"

Mickey Mouse didn't forget to turn back and ask the streetwalkers who were kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.

"It sounds good, doesn't it?"

"Thump!"

"A good sound is a good start!"

Mickey Mouse slammed the bottle down again, knocking McCann to the ground unconscious.

These streetwalkers are going crazy.

They never imagined they would see such an outrageous Mickey Mouse in their lifetime.

Is this guy some kind of pervert?

He was wearing a black bodysuit, white gloves, and a Mickey Mouse headgear.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Disney was going to give its star actors steroid injections.

Ye Xiao didn't care about any of that.

After tying up McCann and the others, he casually searched the hideout and quickly found three handguns, a lot of bullets, two large gold chains, and several hundred dollars in cash.

No, is this what they call a gang leader?

He's not even as rich as the village's local tycoon!

Ye Xiao walked back and stomped hard on McCann's back, making him scream like a woman in pain.

"Stop playing dead, tell me where you hid all your money!"

"It's gone! It's really gone!"

McCann struggled painfully, saying, "I swear to God, all my money is here; the rest has been spent on these bitches!"

"Oh?"

Ye Xiao raised his head and glanced at the row of disheveled streetwalkers in front of him.

These poor people, you can't tell how old they are, but their faces are generally very haggard.

They were all trembling with fear, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

"Since you're unwilling to talk about it, then so be it."

Ye Xiao suddenly exerted force.

Even someone as strong as McKen was lifted up like a chick by him.

Ye Xiao left McCann next to his dead buddies, which immediately stirred up a swarm of flies.

"Ah! Ah!"

McCann was nearly scared out of his wits.

He had seen dead people before, but being thrown into a pile of dead people was a first for him!

But before McCann could turn around, the terrifying Mickey Mouse in front of him suddenly raised his hand and fired a shot at him!

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, McCann witnessed the head of one of his brothers, who was almost right in front of him, explode like a watermelon, splattering red and white brain matter all over his face.

"Do you remember now, Mr. McKen?"

Ye Xiao raised his gun and said calmly.

"I remember now! I remember!"

McCann's body went limp, and he screamed in terror with his eyes closed, "I have another safe, hidden under the bed upstairs. The combination is 767231, and there's $80,000 inside!"

Ye Xiao nodded in satisfaction, went back to the bed and opened the safe. Sure enough, he found $80,000 in cash and a lot of gold bars.

That bastard really knows how to hide!

"Sir! You've got the money, can you let me go now?"

Seeing Ye Xiao come down, McCann knelt on the ground and begged for mercy without any backbone.

As a minor leader in the gang, he understood the value of life better than anyone else.

"What a pity, I still prefer your defiant attitude from earlier."

"What do you mean?"

McCann shook his head blankly.

Just then, Ye Xiao suddenly walked up and kicked McCann hard in the mouth.

"Snap!"

A chilling sound of bones cracking rang out, followed by McCann's agonizing screams of agony.