When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

After saying that, he winked at Lao Hei.

Lao Hei understood and retreated.

Jiang Shan looked at the two men, his eyes revealing a subtle viciousness. After a sneer, he went downstairs with a bag of chips.

Not long after he left, Yang Yixing also stood up and walked downstairs.

Behind him followed Lao Hei and a yellow-haired young man.

Don't make trouble here, the implication is to go out and solve the problem.

He couldn't swallow this breath anyway.

......

On the lonely street, Jiang Shan held an umbrella in one hand and a black suitcase in the other.

The suitcase contained cash just exchanged from the casino, a full 700,000.

His steps were very slow, as if he was taking a walk after dinner, and as if he was deliberately waiting for something.

And just behind him, followed two sneaky figures.

Jiang Shan continued to walk forward, and then turned into an alley when passing through it.

The old black and yellow hair who followed him were all delighted to see this.

Originally they were worried that there were surveillance cameras on the main road, but they didn't expect this fool to walk into the alley by himself.

The two quickened their pace, and the old black took out a shiny machete from his arms and told the yellow hair beside him,

"Just scare him, make him spit out the money, don't really kill anyone... If he resists, stab him twice in the back, remember, use chopping, don't stab!"

"I know, you think I'm stupid."

The yellow hair also took out a machete from his arms.

The two chased to the alley, and when they saw the scene in the alley, they were stunned.

There was no one in the alley, only a dim street lamp.

There was a black suitcase under the street lamp, and an umbrella was thrown next to it.

The two looked at each other, and Huangmao asked, "ran away?"

"Heh, he's smart." Laohei sneered and put away his machete, "It's just right for us to save trouble. Go get the money back. Brother Yang said he would give us half."

Huangmao looked very happy, "This money is so damn easy to make!"

He didn't even have to move his hands, and he easily made hundreds of thousands.

He had already thought about which club to go to after getting the money.

Huangmao walked towards the suitcase excitedly, and was about to bend down to pick it up.

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Huangmao subconsciously reached out and touched it.

A dagger with a cold glow appeared in front of him without any warning, and the tip of the knife had already pierced his throat.

No, it didn't appear suddenly, it was like it had always been there, and he took the initiative to bump into it.

How could this happen...

Huangmao widened his eyes in fear.

Jiang Shan suddenly appeared in front of him, bent down, grabbed his hair with one hand, tilted his head and smiled: "Are you looking for me?"

"Huh..." Huangmao wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

"Even so, you still want to rob others."

Jiang Shan sneered disdainfully, pressed his head, and began to exert force with the hand holding the handle of the knife, slowly pushing the whole knife into Huangmao's throat.

Squeak! !

The dagger pierced through the back of Huangmao's neck.

Jiang Shan's face immediately showed an extremely happy expression, and then he pulled out the dagger violently.

In an instant, blood gushed out of Huangmao's throat like a fountain.

He fell to the ground with his throat covered, and twitched wildly.

Like a fish thrown on a chopping board.

Lao Hei, who was standing behind him, had already been scared silly by the scene in front of him.

Whether it was Jiang Shan who appeared out of thin air or Huangmao who fell in a pool of blood, he could not have the slightest resistance.

"Ghost!!!"

He yelled and turned to run away immediately.

Just after running two steps, Jiang Shan appeared behind him and kicked him to the ground.

Jiang Shan walked forward, turned Lao Hei over, and stabbed the dagger into his abdomen fiercely, his face ferocious: "Hey, big guy, who did you just say was a forced child?"

"Yes, I'm sorry... Please let me go." Regardless of the severe pain in his abdomen, Lao Hei began to beg for mercy frantically.

Jiang Shan ignored him, pulled out the dagger expressionlessly, and then stabbed it again fiercely.

One knife...

Two knives...

Three knives...

Squeak, snap, snap.

The crisp sound of inserting into the flesh and then pulling it out.

The air was filled with a smell similar to rust, accompanied by Lao Hei's heart-wrenching screams.

Gradually, it was impossible to count how many times he had stabbed, and Lao Hei under him slowly stopped making any sound.

But Jiang Shan still did not stop his movements, and continued to stab, with a crazy smile on his face.

Until there was a bang, the dagger was broken, and Jiang Shan collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

After resting for a while, heHe took out a new dagger from his pocket, walked to the street light, picked up the suitcase, and walked out of the alley.

......

"Why haven't these two come back for so long?"

Yang Yixing sat in the car, looked down at his watch, and frowned.

"Could something have happened?"

He was about to make a phone call to ask, but there was a knock on the car window.

Back?

Yang Yixing lowered the car window, "Why did you go for so long? Did you get the money back?"

"I got it back!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yang Yixing's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head in disbelief.

Outside the car window was Jiang Shan's face covered in blood and with a weird smile.

He raised the suitcase.

"Master Yang, I brought the money to you!"

A chill instantly rushed up his back, and Yang Yixing hurriedly pressed the button to close the car window.

But Jiang Shan's hand had already reached into the car and opened the driver's door from the inside.

"What are you doing! Don't..."

Before he finished speaking, a dagger had already been inserted into his neck.

The tip of the knife pierced into the aorta, and Jiang Shan scratched it with his hand, and blood gushed out instantly.

Yang Yixing covered his neck and widened his eyes, but Jiang Shan still didn't let him go. After pulling out the dagger, he stabbed it into his chest again.

"You rich people are really interesting..."

Jiang Shan wiped the blood off his face, looked at Yang Yixing's gradually darkening eyes, and smiled: "I cheated, so what? You are so rich, can't you give me some?"

"You are so stingy, you deserve to die!"

......

Jiang Shan stood beside the car, took a few breaths, and then prepared to pull Yang Yixing's body out of the driver's seat.

"Today I not only won money, but also earned a car, which is great..."

As he was digging at the corpse, a light suddenly lit up on the street and the sound of an engine starting came.

Jiang Shan frowned, pushed the corpse back to the driver's seat, and stepped across to block the door.

He was going to wait for the car to leave before continuing to deal with the corpse.

The roar of the engine became clearer in his ears, and Jiang Shan finally saw that it was a black motorcycle.

He narrowed his eyes and held the dagger in his right hand.

If the car stopped or slowed down... then he wouldn't mind killing one more tonight.

But what Jiang Shan didn't expect was that the motorcycle didn't slow down, but suddenly turned around and hit him when it drove to his side.

"What?"

With a loud "bang", Jiang Shan was squeezed together by the motorcycle head and the car before he could react.

"There's actually someone else!"

The sound of a motorcycle falling to the ground came from behind him. Jiang Shan didn't care about the pain and turned around and stabbed back with a dagger.

But as soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a cold light attacking his neck.

Jiang Shan immediately put away his knife to block it.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound of steel colliding, and Jiang Shan felt a tearing pain in the base of his thumb.

He looked up in astonishment and looked at the person standing in front of him.

The man was wearing a motorcycle helmet, so Jiang Shan couldn't see his face clearly.

He could only see the other person's eyes through the goggles.

Those were a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.