Violators Club

Chapter 71 Live Well, Isn't It Good?

Chapter 70 Live well, okay?

Indus Street in the evening, as the rush hour for getting off work, the whole street should be one of the busiest time periods of the day.

But at this moment?
There were more than a dozen men in black lying on the empty street, and the old street was stained red with blood, reflecting a disturbing red light under the setting sun.

A dozen young and Dangerous boys who looked like lunatics.

With ferocious eyes and a ferocious face, he held a half-meter-long machete in his hand, chasing and hacking a man who was running for his life.

But inside Wutong Street, with a pale face, sloppy footsteps, and a neat sky-blue suit soaked in blood, Chen Changqing looked extremely embarrassed by the blood scabs on his forehead and hair tips.

Just on his back, not counting minor injuries, there are at least three foot-long knife wounds!

There were two wounds on the arm, one looked more miserable, it ran across the arm obliquely and extended to the wrist, but this injury only looked scary, although a large amount of blood flowed out, it did not hurt the main blood vessels.

The other injury was a bruise, caused by a throwing stick.

Chen Changqing ran fast, and some young and Dangerous boys threw things at him if they couldn't run.

Among them, a beer bottle fell directly on Chen Changqing's Tianling Gai.

With black eyes and dizziness, Chen Changqing staggered and fell to the ground, and when he got up again, two young and Dangerous boys had already chased after him with grinning grinning.

Although Chen Changqing killed the two of them, his body couldn't bear it anymore.

Basic attribute points can improve Chen Changqing's recovery ability, but in this short period of tens of seconds, Chen Changqing suffered too many injuries, and his face turned pale due to lack of blood, when he fell with the stick.

It was aimed at Chen Changqing's temple.

With the power of a stick, what if it falls on the head?

He must die!
The situation at that time was very dangerous, and he had already lost too much blood. Chen Changqing must not be cut again. Compared with being beaten to death with a stick, resisting a stick with his arm was reckless, but it was the best choice.

Besides the back, arms, and chest, there were many scattered injuries on Chen Changqing's body.

Some of the wounds were serious, the skin was turned outwards, and the dark red blood stained the skin red, while some were very light, such as abrasions, contusions, etc., all of which were added by Chen Changqing during his escape.

This made him feel very tired. In less than 3 minutes, it felt longer than his entire life.

Maybe I can give up this identity and start over?
Chen Changqing once had this thought. Although the body is important, it is not as important as imagined.

As long as the main body is fine, he can change into a brand new vest at any time. The current him is not when he just came to this world.

With the help of the violation point, Chen Changqing already has a certain ability to protect himself.

But the problem is that he is reluctant to give up his efforts for so many days. Solving Gandhi is only the first step, and he has a more ambitious second and third steps.

Relying on Chen Yongren's special status and his own talent.

Chen Changqing believes that what he can do in the end is not just influence, but a real change here!
But the biggest problem now is that he was injured too badly. The exhaustion caused by excessive blood loss made Chen Changqing breathe heavily. Even though the body has a strong recovery ability due to the power of the mechanical clock, this is not the X-Men after all, and neither is he. Wolverine.

"Clap!"

A stone the size of a peach pit was stepped on by Chen Changqing.

Normally, Chen Changqing would not care about it, but at this moment?

As soon as his legs softened, his ankles twisted directly to an angle that made people feel toothache. Chen Changqing's body tilted uncontrollably. He tried to control his body, but because of too much blood loss, his cells had already entered the limit state.

From the beginning to the present, in less than 10 minutes, Chen Changqing killed at least fifteen people.

Thirty one hit, and at least half of the people can be counter-killed.

Not to mention the present, even in ancient times, it is quite a tough record.

But it's useless, even if Chen Changqing has twice the physical fitness of ordinary people, it doesn't mean that he is a god, he will also be tired, and he will feel weak when he bleeds too much.

The body fell directly to the ground, and the brain was dizzy due to lack of blood, but Chen Changqing did not give up.

A look of fierceness flashed across his eyes, and he raised his hand and pressed down hard on the wound on his arm. The excruciating pain caused a thin layer of sweat to appear on Chen Changqing's forehead, but at the same time, it also dispelled the drowsiness in his brain.

The footsteps behind him became more and more dense, and Chen Changqing hurriedly struggled to get up.

A street a few hundred meters away was empty. Chen Changqing picked up the machete on the ground. The white cloth wrapped around the handle had been dyed red. He looked at the dozen young and Dangerous boys following him?

Chen Changqing didn't continue to run forward, he stopped.

Don't look at the distance from Baile Game City to less than 300 meters.

But he knew that with his current physical condition, he couldn't support himself to continue running for 300 meters. He turned his head and looked at the young and Dangerous boys behind him. The flickering madness in his eyes was like a beast driven to a desperate situation.

Blood dripped down the crevices of the fingers, and the low roar was accompanied by fierce eyes. The dozen menacing young and Dangerous boys couldn't help being scared back a step.

Until now, everyone knows that Chen Changqing is very fierce.

There are nearly thirty brothers and now there are only a dozen or so left. It was nothing more than Master Ye fighting in the fish market back then.

Everyone can see that Chen Changqing is dying. After running such a long distance, the blood flowed all over the ground. Normal people would have died long ago, but this monster Chen Changqing can still hold the knife, and even pull a few backs strength.

So at this time, Young and Dangerous, who had been chasing him so hard before, became more cautious.

There are already enough people who died today, there is no need to sacrifice other people's lives for a mortal person, the most important thing is that the person who is sacrificed cannot be himself!
They are all gangsters, who dares to say that they are not careful?
Not to mention Chen Changqing's fierce fighting power in one kill and fifteen, just because of his status as Ni Yongxiao's younger brother.

If it weren't for being forced to do nothing, few people present would dare to make a move.

But it was precisely because of the other party's caution that Chen Changqing couldn't help but feel a little more angry.

Chen Changqing is not afraid of death. I said before that this is just a vest. What Chen Changqing is reluctant to do is such a good start.

But the problem is that before my own people die, this group of damn young and Dangerous boys have already begun to think about what will happen after their death.

What's the meaning?Feel like you've settled for yourself?
His face darkened, and Chen Changqing felt a little bit of pent-up anger in his heart, and his eyes coldly glanced at these people around him, as if he wanted to remember their faces.

And the next moment when he was about to make a desperate fight?
Suddenly a voice came from behind.

"Cough cough!"

Accompanied by a light cough, the owner of the milk tea shop with a greasy face, thick palms and an apron around his waist appeared behind Chen Changqing at some point. appearance:
"Excuse me, excuse me. Brothers, can you fight in another place? It's unlucky for people to die here, and it will affect the opening of the door for business."

A young and Dangerous boy holding a machete frowned. He pointed directly at the owner of the milk tea shop with an arrogant and domineering look on his face:

"Who are you?"

The young and Dangerous boy next to him with a swinging stick had an impatient and arrogant look on his face:
"Whoever he is, get out of here, or you will be hacked together!"

Embarrassment flashed across the eyes of the owner of the milk tea shop. He clasped his hands together and made a please gesture:

"Several big brothers, please save face, it is unlucky to open a place where the dead are opened."

The young and Dangerous boy with the knife frowned. He looked at the owner of the milk tea shop with a stern look on his brows, and then he picked up the machete and slashed at him: "You're meddling in the street, right? I'll hack you to death!"

Chen Changqing frowned. He was very excited when he heard the voice of the owner of the milk tea shop. He thought he was bringing reinforcements, but when he was alone?
He couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

He would be happy to bring a few young and Dangerous boys down, but what if he brought the owner of the milk tea shop?

Forget it, it's not really dead anyway, Chen Changqing doesn't want to miss a delicacy of herbal tea and egg tarts next time he comes to Wutong Street.

So the next moment, Chen Changqing said directly:

"Hurry up, this is not..."

But before he finished speaking, he felt his eyes blur, and Chen Changqing didn't even see what happened, when he heard a muffled "bang".

The owner of the milk tea shop, who was more than ten meters away from Young and Dangerous, appeared in front of him at some point, and on the back of Young and Dangerous, his clothes burst, and a blood-stained thick fist broke his chest from the front. Pierce this young and Dangerous boy directly.

His expression was astonished and desperate.

Watching the milk tea shop owner's wrist withdraw from his chest little by little, the young and Dangerous boy holding a knife had confusion in his eyes. Until the moment he died, he didn't want to understand what happened just now, and why he died.

And looking at the young and Dangerous boy who fell to the ground with blood spurting from his chest.

The owner of the milk tea shop shook the blood on his hands, he shook his head, his greasy face became a bit more compassionate: "Why bother? It seems that people in their 30s are as hairy as young people." Frizzy."

"Live well, okay?"

(End of this chapter)