Abalone was startled, turning his head to look at the body that knocked him down. That person's neck was strangely bent, his tongue was sticking out. It was Ah Fa who had followed him for 5-6 years. Looking at his current appearance, he didn't look like a living person at all!
At this moment, Abalone's heart suddenly felt a chill, as his entire body involuntarily shivered. Suddenly, an immense force transmitted from his hand that was holding the gun, causing him to involuntarily point the muzzle towards his own temple.
"I've always been a fair person, are you trying to shoot me to death?"
Sheyan calmly spoke to Abalone.
Abalone finally screamed out in fear.
"No! Brother Yan, I'm wrong … … "
"Bang!" Abalone's pleas for mercy were instantly interrupted by the gunshot, blood and brain matter splattered all over the floor. This sort of bloody brawl was a common occurrence here, the surrounding patrons had all fled long ago. Hence, there wasn't the expected screams, panic and chaos. Instead, Sheyan's heart was filled with a ruthless and bloodthirsty thirst for blood, venting out uncontrollably! At this moment, whatever confidentiality or contestants had all been tossed to the back of his mind. As for the police, they were all ignored by him! If he was overly cautious and couldn't even avenge his family, then what was the use of having such a formidable force?
Sheyan casually tossed aside the gun, striding out in large strides. His feet were still stained with blood, every step he took was a tragic sight. But after a few more steps, the blood stains disappeared. Consecutively killing four people, the raging flame in his heart was not extinguished, instead it soared up. That kind of abnormal killing intent that was born out of concern for his family, how could it be extinguished by a few lives of Abalone? If Crab didn't die and Sanzi wasn't rescued, then the hatred in his heart would never be quenched!
Sheyan walked past the street corner, tossing the commotion behind him to the back of his mind. He then hailed a taxi.
"Temple Street, thank you, please drive faster."
*****
Not even half an hour later, Sheyan jumped down from the taxi. He closed the door behind him, tossing a bill into the cab. He was not familiar with Temple Street, but he knew that it was a rather commoner place. There were many food stalls, and it was very lively. Since that Crab bro had betrayed his boss and had connections with the Vietnamese, he should not be a nobody here. Sheyan casually found a person with nothing to do, and stuffed him with a hundred bucks. He knew Crab Bro was probably overseeing the gambling den.
Sheyan nodded his head and inquired the address of the gambling den. Then, he strode over.
This gambling den was located in a desolate side alley. Outside, there was a grocery store as a cover. Outside, two strong men were squatting, smoking cigarettes. After a few minutes, they would look at the alley entrance. But obviously, the police knew that there would be no fish if the water was too clear. At most, they would only come to clean up when the situation was tense. Sheyan strode in. The two brawny men squatting at the entrance were probably used to seeing uninvited gamblers, they didn't even bat an eyelid at him. They continued chatting and laughing, treating Sheyan as air.
When Sheyan entered the gambling den, he discovered that it was pitifully small. There were only two rooms, probably the grocery store boss's room. Now, it was stuffed with 5-6 tables. The foul smoke pervaded the air, and Sheyan couldn't pass through unobstructed. A burly man who was smoking a cigarette strolled in front of Sheyan and said with a fiendish look.
"Who are you, what do you want?"
Sheyan replied indifferently.
"Is Crab here?"
The big brute snorted from his nostrils, raising his chin, he used his index finger and middle finger to poke Sheyan's chest.
"Is Crab Bro's name for you to call?"
As he spoke, he directly stabbed his cigarette towards Sheyan's face! Sheyan bit down on his wrist, slowly increasing the force in his hand. The big brute's face instantly broke out in cold sweat, as he screamed miserably.
"Dali, Blackie! Hurry up and chop me up! Call Crab Bro over! "
At this moment, the group of gamblers had already turned their heads over, casting their astonished gazes over. Sheyan calmly continued.
"Grudges of the pugilistic world, if you don't wish to be splashed with blood, scram!"
When the group of gamblers heard this, they instantly dispersed and swarmed away. They were here to seek entertainment, not to stir up trouble. Even if they were to be bystanders, if they were to be called by the police to record their statements, wouldn't they be tainted with bad luck? In less than a minute, they were swept clean, leaving behind only Crab's hired thugs.
Sheyan raised his head, revealing his teeth as he laughed.
"You guys are Crab's hired thugs right?"
Before his voice dissipated, the big brute's wrist that was tightly gripped by Sheyan, emitted a clear 'kacha' sound!
That was the sound of his wrist bone being broken!
Following that, Dali cursed furiously from behind, as he heavily whipped his steel pipe onto Sheyan's head. Instead, Sheyan's eyes flashed with an ominous glint, as he slapped his face!
A steel pipe versus a slap!
Which was heavier?
Most people would definitely choose the steel pipe, but the cruel reality was that those who were hit by the steel pipe would stand there as if nothing had happened, while those who were slapped would be sent flying two to three meters away. Blood flowed out of their eyes, nostrils, and ears, and their necks were strangely twisted! It seemed like his neck bone was fractured, as he could only exhale and not inhale.
This slap was enough to stun the entire crowd.
Following that, more unconvinced thugs charged forward. But without exception, Sheyan beat one to death with a single move! Furthermore, his intestines were ruptured, dying a miserable death!
When the death toll in the room rose to 4, the remaining two thugs immediately collapsed, as they cried and begged for mercy. Strictly speaking, they were already considered rather impressive. Because in ancient cold weapon warfare, an ordinary army would crumble if their casualty ratio was above 1/3. Being able to persevere until half of the army was dead was already considered a formidable army. Yet these two thugs actually persevered until 66% casualty ratio before collapsing. In terms of fighting spirit and morale, they could already be considered the backbone warriors of the Qi and Yue armies.
Sheyan flicked the blood off his hand, as he coldly declared.
"Do you two want to live or die? If you want to live, that's simple, immediately call Crab over. You can fabricate lies or speak the truth! When Crab arrives, I'll let you scram. If you want to die, that's even simpler. I'll wait 10 minutes for Crab. Once the 10 minutes are up, I'll kill you! "
*****
Hence, when Crab hurriedly rushed to the gambling den, the remaining two thugs' eyes were brimming with tears as though they had just seen their own parents. They opened their mouths and released indescribable cries, as they scrambled away from Sheyan's side.
Crab was a robust man, with triangular eyes, slanted brows and thin lips. He looked rather unkind. As soon as he entered the gambling den and saw the disorderly corpses, his face changed. He immediately reached his hand into his bosom, obviously wanting to pull out his gun. Moreover, he didn't come alone. Beside him were two other valiant looking men. Their faces were filled with wrinkles, and their skin was dark. Calluses could be seen on their forefingers. They were obviously experienced gunmen, as they simultaneously pulled out their guns! Aim!
Sheyan was 5-6 metres away from them, as he boldly sat down on a chair, allowing the three black muzzles to point at him. He didn't have the 'Endurance' innate ability, so he was slightly fearful of gunmen. But that was referring to semi-automatic rifles! Furthermore, his physique was 23 points, and his HP had reached 330 points. Furthermore, he had an additional 32% damage absorption! The lethality of the .38 (0.38 mm) pistols in their hands was nothing in his eyes.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my den? " Probably because he was pointing his gun at someone, Crab's words were filled with confidence, as he roared loudly!
Sheyan leaned back on the chair, lazily replying.
"You're the one who captured Sanzi right?"
Crab's eyes flickered, glancing at the two gunmen beside him, as he laughed maliciously.
"That's right! That little bastard gave him a few slaps, and stuffed his head into the toilet bowl for a few minutes. He even revealed the color of his mother's underwear, I reckon he's still crying right now! Hahaha! "
Sheyan's grip on the chair's armrest tightened, as he insipidly asked.
"How did you capture him?"
Crab roared loudly.
"I'm the one pointing my gun at you! You think you're the CIA recording my statement? "
Sheyan played it down and replied.
"You think you're safe after pointing your gun at me?"
As he spoke, he abruptly stood up, and casually flung the chair towards the three gunmen! Crab immediately dodged pathetically, but the two gunmen were vicious and merciless individuals. They seemed to have ample battle experience, as they unhesitatingly pulled the trigger!
Amidst the piercing gunshots, Sheyan had already covered his head, as he pounced forward with explosive might like a wild beast. His fist smashed into the chest of one of the gunmen! "Krak krak krak", the gunman's chest caved in and flattened. Blood spurted out from his mouth along with dark red crushed organs! His face was still filled with rage and disbelief, as he breathed his last before the pain was reflected on his face!
The other gunman only lived for 3 seconds, as he emptied his bullets at Sheyan, before frantically swinging his gun towards Sheyan's head. Sheyan ferociously raised his head, and with a 'kacha' sound, the gun shattered into several pieces, while Sheyan's head only suffered a scratch. Following that, Sheyan kicked the gunman's calf, as he instantly released a miserable shriek! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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