Zuo Zhicheng sent Jiang Qing back to the martial arts center. Jiang Tien-cheng asked what had happened and asked, "Zuo, why don't you stay here for the night?"
"It's okay. I'll take a detour when I get back." Zuo Zhicheng smiled. "Who are they? If they can't find me in a few days, they might forget about me."
Jiang Tien-cheng nodded, "That's fine. But if you meet them alone, remember not to stand out."
"Run if you meet them!" Jiang Qing, who had sprained her ankle and was lying on the chair, said, "But I'm not worried about that. You can't see it, but you run pretty fast. By the way, how about this... "Jiang Qing looked at Master Jiang and said," Dad, why don't you send him back? It's best if you see those bastards and beat them up again! "
Jiang Tien-cheng seemed to be a little tempted. Of course, it was not about beating them up, but about sending Zuo Zhicheng back.
After some small talk and politely declining Jiang Tien-cheng's offer to send him home, Zuo Zhicheng finally walked out of the martial arts center. Facing the enthusiasm of the father and daughter of the Jiang family, he felt more troublesome than fighting with the Blood Rakshasa.
At this time, night had completely fallen. A bright moon was hanging in the night sky, dyeing the streets with a layer of silver frost.
On the way home, someone was following behind him unknowingly. Then, a few figures appeared from the corner in front of him. In the thermal image, there were more than twenty figures hiding in alleyways, corners, and behind doors.
Zuo Zhicheng did not expect that the other party would come looking for him before he even went looking for them tonight. Of course, this was also because he did not take any detours. Just like when he went home, he went through the other party's territory.
Toki, whose cheeks were a little swollen, walked in front of Zuo Zhicheng and sneered, "Run? Aren't you very good at running? Let's see how you're going to run next. "
Beside him, there were more than 20 Western Indians surrounding Zuo Zhicheng. All of them had a mocking look on their faces as they looked at Zuo Zhicheng maliciously.
In their impression, when ordinary people saw themselves being surrounded by more than twenty people, even if they were from the underworld, they would have been scared witless and extremely nervous.
However, Zuo Zhicheng raised his head and looked around. Although it was an alley, there were people living behind the wall. It was obviously not the right time to attack.
He looked at the moon in the sky and said, "Lead the way. I don't have much time, so let's settle this quickly."
"Stubborn, huh?" Zuo Zhicheng's soft words were naturally taken as a stubborn duck by Toki. He said with a vicious expression, "I'll see how stubborn you are later."
"You'll see him cry later."
"Haha, let's go, let's go. It's too late to beg for mercy."
Zuo Zhicheng frowned and was too lazy to argue. He walked slowly towards the western suburbs of the city under the other party's encirclement.
Along the way, the Western Indians naturally scolded and threatened Zuo Zhicheng. However, when they saw Zuo Zhicheng remaining silent and did not say a word, they naturally thought that Zuo Zhicheng was scared out of his wits.
Thinking about it, it made sense. Being carried away by more than 20 people, who knew what kind of treatment he would receive. If they were in his shoes, they would also be scared out of their wits. Thinking about the men and women they had dragged along in the past, the corners of their mouths revealed a hint of excitement.
However, things seemed to have changed a little when they walked into a small forest in the suburbs.
Zuo Zhicheng sniffed the stench in the air. "It's the smell of corpses." He looked down and then glanced at a piece of land that had been renovated.
"So the corpses were buried there …"
Of course, in Zuo Zhicheng's eyes, this scene that was enough to scare an ordinary person was just clumsy. It was like a murder scene played by children, childish and amateurish.
If this was the modern world, he would probably be caught the next day. While he was thinking this, more than 20 people surrounded him. Toki picked up a shovel from under a tree. The edge of the shovel was tinged with a hint of dark red.
Zuo Zhicheng was all too familiar with that color. It was the color of dried blood.
Toki held the handle of the shovel and sneered, "Boy, I'll ask you once. Who is that woman? It's best if you don't answer. I'll break one of your legs first, then the other one. Until you tell me. "
Someone advised in a low voice, "Brother, we're from the Haoran Martial Arts Center after all. I don't think we should go overboard. Let's …"
He wanted to say something, but he couldn't because Toki was glaring at him with his bloodshot eyes. After all, Toki had been hanging around in the gangs of Xinlu Port for many years. To be able to become the boss of these people, Toki had a murderous aura. His glare made the underling speechless.
The most worrying thing about this kind of situation was that people were not on the same side. Toki looked around and saw that no one objected. He smiled and looked at Zuo Zhicheng again. "Boy, if you kneel down and beg me now, maybe I'll let you go."
This was obviously a lie, but according to Toki's experience, most people would lower their heads and admit defeat even if they knew it was a lie. No matter how strong-willed a person was, they would have no choice but to beg for mercy when faced with a naked threat of violence.
This was one of his favorite processes. However, under his expectant gaze, Zuo Zhicheng naturally didn't give in.
At the next moment, the whistling sound of the wind was heard. It was the sound of a fist punching through the air.
Toki naturally didn't know the power and meaning of the explosion, but he still saw the skinny young man in front of him punching his companion's face. His companion was called Sossi, and he was considered the strongest and most capable of fighting in their group. Usually, he could even take on three or five people by himself.
But now, after the seemingly casual punch, Sossi let out a scream. He covered his nose with his hand and fell to the ground with blood all over his face.
"Kill him!" After roaring these words, Toki swung the shovel in his hand and slammed it towards Zuo Zhicheng's head.
However, facing such an attack, Zuo Zhicheng calmly raised his right hand and grabbed the shovel's handle. Then, he exerted a little force and snatched the shovel from Toki's hand. His calmness and calmness made it seem like Toki was the one who handed the shovel to him.
Toki was worried that Zuo Zhicheng would turn around and attack him with the shovel, but he didn't do that. He threw the shovel far away into the bushes to prevent others from attacking him with it.
He was thinking of not breaking the shovel as he still needed it to dig a hole later.
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