The Fourth Calamity

Early the next morning, Feng Zhu, who planned to play negatively, went to school with a small schoolbag on his back like an ordinary child, and left the search for clues to other people!

—He originally thought so.

It wasn't until three days of primary school classes in a well-behaved manner that the system sent a warning for negative competition.

Feng Zhu smashed his head into the desk: "Damn, don't you give me a chance to be a good student!"

Deskmate:……

Ignoring his frightened innocent deskmate, Feng Zhu looked at the classwork left by the teacher, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"However, coming to school doesn't mean you have nothing to gain. Sure enough, insisting on role-playing is still beneficial."

"Write a survey report on a god you are interested in"

If it is a class assignment, then there is an excuse to investigate Aragami.

But there is no computer at home, and it is impossible to go to Internet cafes at this age, and there are too few channels for investigation.

When Feng Zhu returned home for dinner, he was also thinking about how to get the information of Rage God. The other children saw that Feng Zhu was a little bit out of their minds, and looked over worriedly.

Tonight, Oda Saku called to say that he had to work overtime, so their dinner was provided by the owner of the restaurant downstairs.

Boss: "What's wrong? Is the dish not to your taste?"

Feng Zhu raised his head and said with a smile: "No, I'm just thinking about the homework left by the teacher today."

"Homework? What homework?"

"Investigate the gods you are interested in." Feng Zhu said indifferently, "I want to investigate the Rage God."

As soon as the words fell, the children quieted down, Feng Zhu felt strange, Xiao Le whispered, "Why does Zhu want to investigate Rage God?"

"Do you know this god?"

Xingsuke hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Well, we used to be orphans in the slums, and we were adopted by Sakunosuke later. I heard the legend of the Rage God spread among the children on Leibo Street."

Feng Zhu made an expression of wishing to hear more about it.

"It's just a rumor that Leibo Street was not what it is now. It is said that the Rage God came that day and smashed a big hole in the land near the sea. Later, houses were built around the big hole, forming today's Leibo Street. "Xing Jie said in a low voice.

Keji: "It doesn't sound like a good god at all, so why don't you change the subject of your investigation."

"Well, let me think about it." Feng Zhu picked up a mouthful of rice and put it into his mouth, his eyes were bent, he didn't expect to find the clue of Rage God so quickly.

Let's go to Leibo Street after school tomorrow to have a look.

After school the next day, Feng Zhu left Shinji and Keji who wanted to go home with him again, and walked all the way to Leibo Street on the scooter that had been placed in a certain location in advance.

Unlike the bustling city center, Leibo Street is like a garbage dump that the city has forgotten. All the darkness and stains are left here and no one cares about it. It is not yet night, and the shadows here have gradually covered the corners of the houses. , there was a vaguely malicious sight in the shadows.

If they were ordinary children, they would have been scared away long ago, but Feng Zhu was not an ordinary person, so he just stared back one by one, but it was hard for him to inquire about anything after being watched all the time.Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of a great idea to integrate into this place.

10 minutes later

Feng Zhu once again stood on the land of Leibo Street, and behind him there was a small trolley. He said that the small trolley gave it face. It was an inferior product made of a piece of wood and a few small wheels. , and tied to the scooter with a rope.

In the vague sight of the surroundings, Feng Zhu calmly took out a loudspeaker and took a deep breath: "Recycle plastic bottles, old furniture, and old books for free! Only this one time will not wait until the expiration date."

People from Leibo Street:?

What kind of deceptive behavior is this kind of recycling business coming to Leibo Street? Can't you see their bare houses clearly?

And what the hell is free recycling, why does it feel a bit wrong...

Perhaps not only one person had such doubts, a young man walked up to Feng Zhu with several empty bottles: "Can this be sold?"

"Okay." Feng Zhu signaled him to put it on the wooden cart, and then moved on.

Youth: "...? Wait, shouldn't you give me money for recycling things?"

Feng Zhu: "Didn't you hear clearly, I'm collecting them for free."

other people:? ? ?

Is free collection this free! ?They read few books, but they also know that this is definitely not the meaning.

"And I don't have any money." Feng Zhu was confident, all his pocket money was used up when buying wigs and colored contact lenses, and even the wooden cart was a wooden board and wheels picked up at the garbage dump.

"I see." The young man scratched his hair, his eyes showed sympathy, "Then I'll give it to you, it won't sell for much anyway."

Feng Zhu, who was sympathized by the people in the slums, was silent for a few seconds, and continued to walk on the scooter. This time, he probably saw the essence of having no money in Feng Zhu's pocket, and not many people paid attention to him anymore.

Feng Zhu launched an investigation, and the first thing he did was to ask the children here if they knew the legend of Rage God.

The kids on Leibo Street were obviously more vigilant than the outside world, and they were also more cunning, and they didn't plan to tell the information if they lied to his sugar, so he had to personally teach a lesson to the group of children who cheated Tang and wanted to rob him.

Half a minute later, Feng Zhu beat a large group of wild children to the ground in a refreshed manner, kicked away the dangerous knives in their hands, and recorded the information about the gods they said in his heart, and said slowly: "No other Is it?"

"It's gone." The inch-headed boy, barely conscious, said hastily.

"Okay, then you guys go." Feng Zhu got the information he wanted to know, immediately changed his face, and raised his fist like a threat: "If you don't want to be beaten by me, get out of here quickly!"

"Cut." The inch-headed boy gritted his teeth and staggered away with a few companions who had not lost consciousness, helping the rest of the children.

When their figures disappeared around the corner, Feng Zhu looked up blankly and watched the last ray of sunlight disappear on the horizon.

I wasted a little time.

The shadow of an adult man behind him extended to his feet, and several men approached him with malicious smiles.

"Little brother, are you lost?"

Here comes the trouble.

With all the skills, attributes, and props sealed, Feng Zhu is basically no different from an ordinary child. With his body memory, he can barely beat a few children, but using a child's body to deal with several adults, among them Even the difference in physical fitness has to be weighed.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be a hero and let those children go first. If a few people escape separately, it can reduce the possibility of being caught.

Feng Zhu sighed: "What are you going to do, rob? I really can't help it, so I'll leave it to you."

He picked up the few empty bottles from the wooden trolley: "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, this is my business for a day, you should cherish it."

Several traffickers went crazy: "... who wants your broken bottle!"

The middle-aged man, who was clearly in the leadership position, obviously calmed down a bit: "Little brother, do you want to come with us? You won't have to pick up empty bottles in the future, and you can live a good life with those big bosses."

He had noticed this child before. Although his face was dirty, he could tell by looking at his facial features that it was definitely not bad after washing, and he could definitely sell it for a good price.

If Feng Zhu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely give him a thumbs up. As expected of him, others would see through his handsome nature under such circumstances.

"Hey, are you the ones who abducted and trafficked children on Leibo Street recently?" A slightly deep voice sounded from the other side. A boy with brown hair, wearing a hat, and dressed in a British style suddenly appeared, with a look on his handsome face. With deep impatience, "It actually caused me to be unsafe after work, how are you going to compensate me?"

Feng Zhu looked at the rather familiar face and matched the information in his mind.

Nakahara Chuya, a gravity envoy belonging to the port mafia, is said to be the most powerful person with supernatural powers in the mafia.

"It's the mafia, it's too bad, run away!" The man became anxious immediately.

"Tch, what are you afraid of? Even the mafia is nothing but a brat." The man with the scar on his face took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Nakaya, "The big deal is to change places after finishing this deal. If so, get out of the way!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corners of his mouth: "You guys don't know me, well, no wonder, after all, they are just a few short-sighted people from other places." Following his words, the surrounding red light flourished , Except for the man with the gun, several men who were trying to escape were crushed into the floor at once.

There was cold sweat on the scarred man's forehead, and his pupils were trembling: "What is this!? Damn, monster!" He shot without hesitation.

There was no sound of a bullet piercing the body, and there was no bleeding. The bullet violated the rules of physics and stopped in front of Nakahara Nakaya. The boy in a black suit gently pinched the bullet with his fingers, showing a contemptuous smile, and then bent his knees and jumped forward. Jumping up, the slender figure looked like a black panther catching prey in the jungle under the moonlight.

"Are you the one who dares to fight against gravity?"

boom--

The man with the scar was trampled on the ground by a foot with gravity, and spit out a mouthful of blood. The ground under him was cracked by gravity, and he lost consciousness immediately.

It is not a one-sided crushing of the battle at all.