Crown Dead

There is not even a progress bar on the screen, as if the computer has crashed, but the three dots at the end of that sentence are flashing every second, so I dare not just turn off the system screen like this, I can only Staring at the screen stupidly.

Sisi—like, what strange smell?

Because the surroundings are pitch black now, Xian Yu doesn't know where he was teleported to.It's just a subtle strange smell that can be smelled from the very beginning.

Just when Xian Yu was about to leave this space, there was a faint and noisy voice not far away.

"Today—money—"

"Miss - play -"

"Try—stick—"

The source of the sound was isolated by the "wall" around him, so that Xian Yu couldn't hear the specific situation clearly, and could only feel that it seemed to be a few young people chatting loudly.

It's really troublesome, it seems that I can't go out now.

Xian Yu doesn't like extravagance, "a guy ran out of nowhere" is hard to explain no matter how you look at it.And taking a step back, I don't even know where I am now.

It would be okay if it was a certain locker in the park, but I was afraid that after getting out, I would find that I was actually in the locker of the classroom where I was in class.

Xian Yu originally wanted to wait until the group of people had left, but according to his perception, there should be six people.But things went against expectations, not only did the six guys not leave, but they seemed to be arguing! !

"Wow!"

The shock came from in front of Xianyu, as if a person was thrown to his side.

Compared to those——Xian Yu is convinced that he just heard a girl's voice.

This is not "six people gathering for a party" at all, this is a violent incident.

Xian Yu pushed open the "wall" above his head, and met a guy in front of him with Shamat yellow hair and dressed like a punk.

In Xian Yu's line of sight, this is a messy alley, the man in front of him is holding a small knife in his hand, and is cutting open the clothes under him that are touching the girl's chest next to the box.The other four gangsters were standing around, one of them counting cash with a wallet in his hand, and the other three were holding a bat, strange needles and mobile phones.

And in Huangmao's sight

This guy in front of me is like the piranha in Super Mario, somehow got out of the trash can, even with a rotten watermelon rind on his head.

"..." "..." Everyone looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Release the handle."

Xian Yu crawled out of the trash can, shook off the watermelon skin from his head, and looked coldly at the gangster in front of him.

"Huh? What the hell kind of onion are you? Just get the trash picker out of the way."

After all, they are well-informed punks. Although the matter of [a person emerging from the trash can] was beyond their comprehension, these punks quickly returned to their usual attitudes.

The leader, Huang Mao, pushed the girl aside, but Xian Yu immediately grabbed her arm at a speed that no one could see clearly, and pulled the girl to his side.

"Hide behind me—er, of course it's best not to stick it too tightly, that, it smells like expired natto..."

It is one of the dreams of all men to be a hero to save the beauty.Now he was finally bumped into by Xian Yu, but he never thought that his "hero" would be fine without riding a white horse, riding a motorcycle, or driving a Bugatti Veyron, but his way of appearing on the stage was to drill into a trash can.

After experiencing Ur and Orleans, Xian Yu was calm on the surface, and his stomach was full of tears.

"Hahahaha!? You've watched too many old-fashioned action movies! Trash pickers still want to pretend to be heroes?"

Huang Mao laughed and picked up the glass wine bottle beside him and threw it at Xianyu.

"Just fucking sleep here!" "Don't...!"

The gangster's roar and the girl's attempt to stop the sound came out at the same time, but the sound of the bottle shattering did not appear.

"—You bastard!?" Huang Mao cried out in panic. The guy in front of him, who looked even a little skinny, firmly caught his wine bottle with his palm.

"If you hit the side of the forehead, you will either be a ruthless horn that can kill, or a fool who can't do anything to the human body."

Xian Yu twisted his wrist lightly, Huang Mao let go of his hand immediately with a scream.

"But I believe you guys are a bit of both."

Bah!

The wine bottle hit the center of Huang Mao's head hard, and blood mixed with glass shards burst out.

"You bastard!"

The gangster with a club swung the club and rushed towards Xianyu, but after Xianyu dodged it sideways, he backhanded the remaining half of the wine bottle and plunged it into the palm of his hand.

"Ouch!!"

Boom!

Before the screams could be fully uttered, Xian Yu pressed down on the club bastard's head and slammed it against the wall, while holding the opponent's stick with the other hand, he swung it directly at the purse bastard's legs who were about to run away.

A dull beating sound came from the gangster's calf, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground, holding his swollen calf and screaming.

"You... you bastard!!"

The gangster with the needle rushed towards Xianyu desperately, aiming at Xianyu with the needle in his hand and stabbing fiercely.

"Although I don't know what's inside, but be careful of blood infection."

Xian Yu just stretched out his legs lightly and tripped the unsteady guy to the ground, his jaw hit the floor tiles heavily, and tooth fragments mixed with red spots flew out.

"Come on, put your tongue back, is it ready?"