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The meat bun stand gave off a tempting aroma, and Goudan walked in front of the stand, choosing a target in his heart.

The owner of the meat bun had a fleshy face, and his small eyes were staring at him vigilantly.

Goudan smiled at him, and lifted a money bag in his hand.

The stall owner quickly touched his chest and waist, looked at him angrily, and shouted loudly: "You thief."

Goudan threw the wallet in the air, and the stall owner immediately jumped up with his body covered in fat, reaching for his wallet.

Goudan picked up two meat buns and ran forward. The stall owner only looked at him angrily, carefully putting away his purse.

Goudan ran into the alley, smelling the smell of meat buns, feeling the heat in his hands, he felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart, and muttered in his mouth: "Hmph, whoever wants to eat broken cabbage, meat buns are better."

As soon as the words fell, a young man in gray clothes walked in from the entrance of the alley and blocked his way.

Goudan tightly clutched his meat bun, looked at him with his head held high, and could not lose his momentum no matter what.

"I also like meat buns." A rough and cold voice came out.

It was a boy with short hair in plain and clean clothes, who walked in from the direction of the boy in gray clothes, and slowly approached Goudan.

"If you kneel down and kowtow to me, and call three times Grandpa, I'll give you the meat bun in my hand." Goudan didn't show any fear on his face, and smiled.

The young man in front of him is the tyrant in this city, he often beats himself, no matter what his attitude is, he can't escape being beaten by him, so he can't help but face it openly.

Although he didn't like being beaten, he didn't want to be weak and lose his backbone when faced with such an arrogant and annoying person.

The short-haired boy snorted coldly with disdain, rushed forward with a brisk stride, and grabbed the bun in his hand.

Baozi was tortured by the two of them and became sticky. The short-haired boy grabbed Goudan's wrist with his hand and broke it hard.

Hearing a "click", Goudan let go of his hand, and the rotten bun rolled to the ground.

"Eat it, I'll reward you." Goudan endured the wound on his wrist and said contemptuously.

"Say it again?" The short-haired boy saw that he didn't mean to be afraid of him at all, so he couldn't help but look cold, hoping to see the fear he should have in his eyes, begging for mercy without backbone.

Although Goudan was vulgar and desolate, he was tough, so he couldn't help repeating what he said just now.

The short-haired boy didn't beat him as soon as he was caught, but said coldly and seriously, "I'll chop off your fingers today, make stuffed buns, and then feed them to the dogs."

Then he asked coldly, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm so scared." Goudan's momentum weakened, his voice was coquettish, but he didn't look scared at all.

He knew Gu Yao well, even though he was a bully, he wouldn't dare to hurt his life.

After finishing speaking, Goudan's eyes changed, and he threw another bun at the boy's face.

The boy reached out to catch the bun, followed by Goudan's fist.

The boy didn't have time to react, he was punched in the nose, choked with pain, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover his nose.

The other two teenagers went forward immediately, and the boy in light yellow clothes shouted softly, "Boss, are you all right?"

The other gray-clothed boy had a more indifferent demeanor, caring with his eyes.

Goudan wanted to run away, but the short-haired boy immediately pushed the two of them away, raised his foot, and kicked Goudan fiercely in the abdomen.

Goudan rolled over in the air and fell to the ground.

He clutched his stomach, gritted his teeth and said, "It's too much to bully."

"It's different this time, I'm going to kill you." The short-haired boy took out a sharp dagger in his hand.

The two people behind him seemed to be unaware, and were taken aback by his actions.

There was a slight shake in Goudan's eyes, a faint fearlessness on his face, and he stepped back.

The short-haired boy held the dagger tightly and walked towards him. Without saying a word, he became ruthless and stabbed down at his head suddenly.

Suddenly, a spark of calcium carbide flashed in front of everyone.

Gu Yao's hand went numb, as if something had hit his hand, and the dagger came out.

There was no "bang", he looked around in surprise, the dagger was missing.

He felt a gust of wind pass by again, and saw Shen Yuexiu standing behind Goudan with a dagger in his hand.

He said loudly: "Young man, don't have murderous intentions in your heart."

The boy in the light yellow clothes took a step back, and the boy in the gray clothes also took two or three steps back.

The short-haired boy pursed his lips and stood in front of them, pretending to be calm.

Although the short-haired boy Gu Yao was also shocked, he quickly calmed down. Looking at Shen Yuexiu's appearance, he was sure he had never seen it before.

The other party has extraordinary skills and is not an ordinary person. It is not appropriate to conflict with him. He has only one purpose today.

Gu Yao stepped forward and calmly said, "Brother, to save face, we must kill him."

"What a big tone, come on, slash at Grandpa's neck, don't kill me, you are my son." Hearing this, Goudan frowned, raised his head and exposed his neck.

He was proud of himself, thinking that someone would back him up, the master is not afraid of you, and if he speaks big, I am not afraid either.

"If he doesn't protect you, I'll kill you with one blow." Seeing his complacent look, the short-haired boy stared at him without showing weakness.

"Is this necessary? What kind of conflicts do you have to kill other people?" Shen Yuexiu said.

"I don't want to explain to you." The short-haired boy glanced at his two brothers out of the corner of his eye, and then looked at Shen Yuexiu.

Suddenly the gray-haired boy spoke: "Are you worried about us, we can leave."

Hearing that the short-haired boy was taken aback, the gray-clothed boy was the smartest among them.

His eyes flickered, as if he wanted to hide something, as if he had some secret that had been guessed.

"Brother." The boy in light yellow clothes fluctuated slightly and called out in a weak voice.

The short-haired boy was silent for a long time, and said to him: "The money is not poor, you go home first, don't get involved in this matter."

"What are you hiding from me?" He felt a emptiness in his heart, looked at the two of them, and asked questions, but no one answered his questions.

His expression darkened: "That's right, I'm so weak, I can't help you." There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, seeing that no one would keep him anymore, he couldn't help but left alone.

Gu Yao saw that he was going far away, so he pondered for a while, and said, "There is a profession in this world called killer, who takes money to do things. You can regard me as such a person."

"I will pay the same price to buy back your killing decision. If you are short of money, I can also lend it to you." Shen Yuexiu stepped forward and said.

Hearing this, the short-haired boy looked at him coldly, with a trace of hostility and rejection.

Shen Yuexiu emphasized: "Please don't look at me with such eyes, attention is borrowing."

The short-haired boy turned to him sideways, "I choose to do this business because I have integrity. Don't use your money to insult my character."

"Killer is not a game, it is forced, it is a road of no return when you are forced to go, but you regard him as a profession to make money, I did not give you money, but lent him to you, I hope you can Out on the wonderful and happy road.”

Shen Yuexiu said seriously, while Goudan stood beside him and nodded slightly.