The real estate craze existed in almost every city in China, but this kind of craze was often accompanied by a surplus. This situation was not obvious in first-tier cities. After all, big cities could attract people from the surrounding provinces or even the whole country. They had a steady flow of people, while second-tier, third-tier, and fourth-tier cities did not have this ability. This caused the appearance of "ghost buildings" in many cities in China.
The occupancy rate of the rows of apartments was very low. In fact, there were not many people in the entire community. At night, there were only two or three residents in a large building with their lights on, giving people a gloomy feeling.
Qinhuangdao also had the same situation. It was reasonable to say that these communities were close to the seaside, so the "sea view houses" were on the list, but the sales and occupancy rate were not very high. In the past, there were not many people here, but in recent days, people often held some gatherings here. There was also a registered hotel that bought an entire building, but it was not open to the public at all. It seemed that it was not to make money at all.
Every once in a while, the organization would organize a gathering for the surrounding audience. There would be a special person to read the doctrine, just like a pyramid scheme. They would lead the audience to shout slogans, and let everyone come up to the stage to give a speech, so that everyone could feel the warmth of "home."
Of course, the most important program would be to invite a veteran to come and talk about his experience. This was the last and most rational program. With this program, the organization could be distinguished from traditional pyramid schemes. Most of the audience actually came for this program, but they did not reject the feeling of shouting slogans together. After a while, everyone became "brothers and sisters," just like in a real pyramid scheme, everyone addressed each other respectfully.
At this time, in this remodeled conference room, nearly thirty people were sitting. There were men and women, young and old. They had just shouted slogans together and went through the process. Now it was time to communicate with each other.
The organizer of this meeting had said in advance that there would be a veteran to share something with everyone, so none of the thirty people felt bored. They either talked to the people around them, or lowered their heads to think or played with their phones. As for when the veteran would arrive, no one dared to ask, because there was no such thing as human rights among the audience. Since the veteran was willing to share something with them, it was already giving them face. They had to be tactful. For example, when people like Liu Fuquan saw Su Bai, they had to tremble and call him "Sir."
A Jeep drove into the community. Because the occupancy rate was very low, he directly parked the car next to a flower bed.
Jun'er got out of the car and lit a cigarette. He was the only one in the car in the car. Tie Zi was not there. In fact, if this event was not for the new audience, Jun'er would not have come tonight. He was dizzy after being washed by the sea during the day, and felt a little weightless now.
After smoking half of the cigarette, Jun'er threw it away and walked to the door of the building. When he reached out to unlock the door, he suddenly frowned and immediately retreated.
Swoosh!
A sharp light appeared where he was just standing, and a man with a mask and a cold aura appeared in front of him.
"Friend, do you want to join the club?" Jun'er reached into his pocket and prepared to send a message to Tie Zi. At the same time, he began to adjust his breathing.
Who knew that the other party would not fall for this at all. After his sneak attack failed, he immediately rushed at him again. This posture was really one that would not rest until one party died. Not to mention in the real world, even in the story world where there were no restrictions, there would rarely be such a situation where one's life or death would be decided upon the first meeting. Everyone cared about benefits, and there was nothing that could not be sat down and discussed. Even if they could not sit down and talk, they could still talk while fighting. However, the other party did not give him the slightest chance to talk at all.
When the other party swung his fist, Jun'er closed his arms and blocked above his head. At the same time, he squatted down and lowered his center of gravity, causing the ground to shake violently. This was a method of forcefully borrowing force from the ground. By relying on the vibration to achieve a kind of resonance with the ground, one could borrow the rebound force from the ground.
Su Bai's fist came crashing down, but when it came into contact with the other party's arms, his entire body dissipated. A mist of blood floated in the air, and he completely gave up on the chance to fight Jun'er head-on. Jun'er blocked nothing, and the rebound force from his body had nowhere to vent. Instead, it caused his internal organs to fluctuate, and his face was flushed.
The next moment, a mist of blood condensed behind Jun'er, and Su Bai appeared. One hand reached out to strangle Jun'er's neck, and the other hand pulled out the Hellfire shotgun. He aimed it at Jun'er's waist and began to pull the trigger!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
When his neck was strangled, Jun'er reacted quickly like a mouse being pricked by a needle. His body rapidly expanded at this moment, and all the pores on his body expanded at this moment. His hair also began to grow longer, and his breathing began to become heavier.
"Fall!"
Su Bai only felt that his arm that was strangling Jun'er suddenly lost all feeling. Immediately after, his legs left the ground, and it was a kind of passive lifting. His body instantly lost balance, and at the same time, a terrifying inertia swept over him. Even if he turned into a mist of blood, it was completely too late.
Boom!
With a standard shoulder throw, Su Bai's entire body smashed into the flowerbed like a cannonball, and smashed through the bottom wall, smashing into the inside.
Jun'er's enhancement was wrestling. He was a Mongolian, and wrestling, in fact, was a very profound knowledge. Laymen might think it was very simple and silly, and in terms of aesthetics, it was not comparable to other competitive sports. However, wrestling was a skill that tested the body's strength and coordination the most. A more profound wrestler could effectively borrow the strength of the surrounding environment, or even the opponent's strength, to complete their own attack. Just now, at the beginning, Jun'er borrowed the strength of the ground under his feet, and in the end, Su Bai did not take the bait. But after that, he very cleverly borrowed the strength that Su Bai used to shackle his body, and successfully threw Su Bai out.
It seemed that Jun'er had the upper hand just now, but the blood that flowed out from his waist and the large piece of flesh that was smashed showed that his injuries were not light. Moreover, Su Bai did not have a weak physical body, and although the shoulder throw made Su Bai feel very uncomfortable, it was not enough to make him lose the ability to fight.
"Kacha …"
A pile of cement blocks exploded, and Su Bai walked out of the hole in the wall. The clothes on his body were almost torn, and he looked like a beggar. Most of the muscles on his upper body were exposed, but the mask was still intact. A pair of sharp and cold eyes were released from the pupils of the mask.
"I know who you are." Jun'er finally recognized Su Bai's identity. "But what are you doing? You attacked me for no reason. Aren't you afraid of the punishment of the terrorist broadcast?!"
The commotion here also attracted the attention of the audience in the building. Some people immediately came out to stand on the balcony of the room and looked down. The two people below were both very powerful, and it made them instinctively feel a sense of fear. No one dared to go down and join in the fun at this time. Everyone could only stand on the high ground and watch from afar. This kind of direct confrontation between experts was also something that could only be encountered by chance. If they were lucky, they could even get some inspiration from their battle.
Su Bai still didn't answer. He didn't need to answer at all, and he didn't want to answer. He appeared here, and he stood here, in fact, to kill.
After a breath, Su Bai's exposed skin was stained with layers of blood lines. The lines of the blood lines were very mysterious, exuding a kind of restrained aura, but it could still bring a majestic pressure to people.
"Bang!"
Su Bai stomped one foot, and his whole body shot toward Jun'er again.
Although Jun'er knew that Su Bai would definitely provoke karma by attacking him like this, he couldn't just stand here and wait for death. He didn't want to use his own death in exchange for the terrorist broadcast's punishment for Su Bai. What was the point of that?
Jun'er's breath also became heavier at this time, and he rushed straight toward Su Bai like a raging bull.
The two men, whose strength and speed were raised to their respective peaks, collided in the blink of an eye.
"Hum!"
A muffled sound came out, and all the glass on the ground floor of the two surrounding buildings was shattered. It was as if a low-flying fighter had flown across, and the ground around them also sank about half a meter. With the area where the two collided as the center, an oval pit appeared.
Su Bai's right arm was directly broken, and it was directly smashed from the shoulder position. In the collision just now, the place where Su Bai released and received the force was his right arm. Jun'er's chest was directly smashed, and his back was bulging. His eyes, ears, mouth, and nose began to bleed because of the damage to his internal organs.
However, Jun'er's toughness was very terrifying. He raised both arms and directly lifted Su Bai up, then began to stretch his body. It seemed that he intended to directly pull Su Bai in half.
"Roar!"
A beast-like roar came from Su Bai's throat, and two sharp fangs extended from his mouth, directly piercing into Jun'er's neck.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
Jun'er let out a wail, and his big fists kept hitting Su Bai's back. Every blow was powerful, and Su Bai bit Jun'er's neck tightly, not letting go at all.
Blood.
Broken limbs.
Terrifying air waves.
This kind of bloody and direct killing left a shadow in the hearts of all the listeners who were watching the battle upstairs. This kind of fighting method was really too terrifying …
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