The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 93 The Overlord’s White Moonlight Is Back (5)

The child was so frightened that he howled and cried, and the man asked again impatiently: "Did you steal my money!"

"not me……"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man threw his arm vigorously, and the child screamed and fell.

"Ahhhh!"

The woman cried heart-rendingly, lying on the edge of the roof and calling the child's name over and over again.

The man picked his ears indifferently, raised his foot and kicked the woman on the butt.

"You go down too!"

The woman was already leaning out with most of her body, but now she was kicked by him, and she turned directly out of the roof.

The piercing cry disappeared instantly.

The man stepped on the edge of the roof with one foot, and looked down at the pile of corpses below.

Looking back at the desperate and terrified poor, he said arrogantly: "If you can't find out who stole my money today, you all have to die!"

In the poorest place in the world, life is cheaper than grass.

Even if the entire slum is dead, no one will take care of it.

Who made them poor, poor people who make people feel an eyesore even if they live.

That's why these thugs are so arrogant.

In the slums, they are like emperors.

The man with lip nails once again picked out a thin man from among the civilians: "Did you steal my money?"

The man clasped his hands together, tears and snot flowing from fear.

"No, it's not me! It's really not me! Please don't kill me! Please!"

The man with the lip nail was full of impatience, and when he was about to throw the thin man down the stairs, someone suddenly grabbed his ankle.

He frowned and looked down.

Immediately, he was so frightened that his eyes burst out, and he backed up several steps with a scream.

"No no! Don't come here!"

The woman who had just been kicked off by him turned her head 360 degrees and climbed up to the rooftop in an extremely terrifying posture.

Falling to death from a high altitude exposed her skull and leg bones to the air.

The ribs are like sharp knife points, piercing the flesh full of holes,

As she crawled, pungent blood flowed all over the ground.

"Give me the gun! Give me the gun!"

What responded to the man was constant gunshots and horrified shouts.

"Fuck! What kind of fucking monsters are these!"

The man with the lip nail looked back.

All the corpses he threw down the stairs came back to life and climbed up from all sides of the unfinished building.

The other thugs had no time to take care of him at all, they all shot these living terrifying monsters with their guns.

The civilians didn't know why these thugs suddenly seemed crazy, yelling and shooting into the air.

But they also understand that this is an excellent opportunity to escape.

Taking advantage of the chaos, a group of people rushed downstairs, pushing and shoving.

Fusang hid in the corner.

Waiting for the gunshots on the rooftop to stop, he stood up and walked out unhurriedly.

This group of thugs all died under the random shooting of their companions.

Only the man with the lip nails still breathed a sigh of relief.

Fusang squatted beside him, straightening his sideways face.

The irritated man with the lip studs lost his gaze, and Fusang slapped him across the face unceremoniously.

"Crack! Crack!"

The crisp voice echoed on the rooftop.

The pain made the man with lip nails regain a little bit of sanity.

His eyes focused on Fuso's face that had been resurrected from the dead.

The man with the lip nails constricted his pupils, his voice trembling with fear.

"You... aren't you dead?"

At this time, the Fusang in his eyes was not much different from those revived monsters just now.

They were all green and hideous.

Ignoring the terrified look on the man's face, Fusang asked quietly, "Who told you to kill our mother and child?"

"It's...a rich-looking lady...like you...with an Asian face.

I'm just... just doing things for money... don't look for me! "

Indifferently watching the man with the studded lips begging for mercy in pain, Fuso grabbed one of his feet and dragged him through the stairs and the muddy road.

Come to the corpse of the original owner's son.

"Go down and apologize to my son."

After finishing speaking, Fusang pressed the scarred face of the man with lip nails into the concrete floor that had not yet dried up.

As he struggled violently, cement poured into his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

After 1 minute, the man with lip nails remained motionless.

He experienced the same process of suffocation and death as the original owner's son.

This is his retribution.

　Does my description count as bloody violence/(ㄒoㄒ)/
　　God bless this chapter not to be blocked ヾ(ω`)o
　　
　
(End of this chapter)