Chapter 22 22. Superstar in Troubled Times

The setting sun took away the last ray of light, and the dark sky enveloped the earth.

In a border place like Hesen Town, there are probably no magic lights or high-end goods such as immortal fires for lighting, so when Mo Cheng came to the entrance of the alley, he saw a dark alley in front of him.

"Well, we've arrived."

I once cleared the dungeon countless times, but now I am actually standing here, with the key points of the strategy that I have only done countless times flashing through my mind.

"This won't work. Why did I become so cruel and easy to kill?" He questioned himself. Under the lack of light, there was a face with a ferocious smile. "After this incident is over, I really want to go to the capital of the Principality of Aundair." Find out if there is a psychiatrist.”

"I'm a good student, a serious student. It's just that the college entrance examination is too stressful."

Saying some words to convince himself, or simply to fool others, Mo Cheng took out his mobile phone from his suitcase. This mobile phone had already lost the network signal when he followed Mo Cheng through time. Even if it was turned off after such a long time, it has been turned off until now. , there isn’t much power left.

"The Blood Fang Organization, Hesen Town's active gang-related society, in other words, they are all young and Dangerous."

After turning on the phone, Mo Cheng used one of the few available phone functions - playing music. "At this time, I have to play some qualified BGM."

Putting on the headphones, a familiar prelude sounded. Mo Cheng stepped hard, leaving footprints several inches deep on the spot, and his body flew like a sharp arrow.

"I will conquer all the power at will. Everyone is looking up to me. I will never need the all-powerful power. I will look back..."

Before the secret whistle, which was hidden in a pile of debris, had time to react, its head violently collided with the solid wall, resulting in a rare injury to both parties.

Cracks began to crack on the wall from where An Shao's head collided, spreading outward like spider threads. And the Anshao's head was also squeezed against the wall by a huge force, like a crushed watermelon, all red and white, sprayed on the wall.

First!

"It's earth-shaking, I decide, I write, my own law..."

Without stopping, he slides deeper into the alley like a ghost. During the alternating period of light and dark, a person's reaction will drop significantly. At the same time, the police sentry that has just turned on a torch for patrol will also have a delayed reaction time of more than a second.

When a group of two people patrolling with torches saw Mo Cheng in black robes within a sight distance that was not bright and the distance was not wide, even though he was well-trained, he was stunned for a moment.

The reaction of these two members was definitely fast enough. They put the whistle into their mouths as soon as they saw Mo Cheng.

But Mo Cheng was faster than them. A long sword flashed like a meteor, accurately inserted into the left Blood Fang member's throat and penetrated the back of the head.

But another member took a big breath in this short period of time, and the next moment the entire Blood Fang headquarters would hear the shrill and piercing alarm sound.

The intruder will pay a heavy price, and the member has already begun to think about what kind of torture he will use to torture this ignorant person.

It's just an idea in your head. Before it is fully implemented, it will always be just an idea.

The thumb, index finger, and middle finger formed claws, clasped the throat, and pinched the breath to death in the throat. Then the thumb smashed the Adam's apple hard, and the left hand punched the chest to break the ribs and insert it into the heart.

"...This ferocious wolf with twinkling eyes..."

Done in one go.

After completing a series of actions, before the member who was shot through by the long sword landed, Mo Cheng gently supported the two corpses to prevent them from making noise and alerting others, and at the same time stuffed them into the hiding places of the agencies around the alley.

He knows this place better than many Bloodfang members.

When the rabbit was up and the falcon was about to fall, two open whistles and one concealed whistle died silently.

Tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high, which is suitable for murder and arson.

"I remember that the speed record at Bloodfang Headquarters at that time was twenty-six minutes and nineteen seconds." They pulled out the daggers and daggers from their waists from the corpses. The thrown long sword was not taken back. In this small environment, , there is no room for the long sword to be used.

"Then let me give it a try. In fifteen minutes, we can speed through the Blood Fang headquarters."

The two daggers were held in backhands, like ghosts, like ghosts [sliding] deeper.

This dark alley has always been a place where people in Hesen Town deliberately avoided, but now, a murderous evil ghost has ushered in.

"This BGM is really suitable for you. Come on, you young and Dangerous boys!"

Every disappearance is like a profound stalker disappearing into the shadows. Every appearance is in a blind spot of vision, like a poisonous snake. Every time the two snake fangs open and close, it takes away a life.

Silent, elegant and fast.

Until later, the smell of blood could no longer be concealed, and when the alarm sounded, Mo Cheng had already killed a soldier in full armor holding a spiked buckler and a steel mace.

"Oh, Bonnard, you come to the door so late, don't you have no nightlife?"

"Or is it that only by wearing this armor can you maintain the majesty that a man should have and stand upright? Is there a hole under your armor?"

The deputy leader of Bloody Fang, he was born in a former noble family without any territory or title. He wore an armor heirloom of an excellent level that had been swiped countless times by countless anti-riding players. The magic attribute of the set of armor is [Magic Ring of Thorns], which can counter damage physical attacks launched within two meters. It was once a nightmare for assassin players.

"Your skin and mouth will be torn off and hung at the door for people to see the consequences of offending Blood Fang."

The steel-thorn mace made a faint sound across the ground. In this small environment, Bonnard was like a tank. Who would engage in a street fight with a tank?

Madmen, and lunatics.

When Mo Cheng came in, he had already occupied the former, and when he faced Bonnar and discarded the dagger to face the metal monster with his fists, he undoubtedly also occupied the latter.

"Then I will kill everyone in Blood Fang, regardless of age, gender, race, and let others know the consequences of offending me."

With a ferocious smile that was not concealed at all, Mo Cheng threw the torch back. The firelight illuminated the dark road, and behind him were all the dead members who fell to the ground.

How many bodies are there? Mo Cheng was too lazy to count, he just planned to clear out everyone in this place.

These corpses provide the most powerful proof for what Mo Cheng said, "Bonar, your family is the first."

With the sound of breaking through the air, Bonnar was like an erupting bull, raising his mace high and slamming it down on Mo Cheng's head.

"Boom!!!"

Bonnard once smashed a cow's head with a stick when he was young. Now he is in his prime, and his strength is much stronger than when he was young. The mace in his hand is a specially made weapon. The opponent will not be spared if he hits it.

Blood and brains flying will be the only sight.

Crushing his skull, although that would make others unable to see the horror of this guy's tragic death, but using Bonnard's family as a threat was something he absolutely couldn't bear.

However, Bonnar noticed something.

There seems to be something wrong with the touch?

It didn't feel like hitting a fragile head. It felt more like using a toy wooden sword to chop down a rock as tall as a person. The force of the shock made my whole body numb.

"Oh, you're angry." The mace was pushed back bit by bit. Mo Cheng resisted the mace, but there was neither blood nor brains. He didn't even lose a hair.

"It seems that my attack on your family is a threat that will make you angry and angry. Very good, this will not be considered a wasted effort."

A fight with a good-tempered anti-rider in an alley can last a whole day without a clear outcome, and it's easy to get mobbed this way.

Mo Cheng's strategy is simple, let Bonnar know that if he doesn't stop him, then he will attack Bonnar's family.

It's not that he wants to break through Bonnar's defense, but that Bonnar needs to use all his strength to keep him here to prevent this madman who has killed dozens of Blood Fang members from actually going to Bonnar's family.

When I wrote this chapter to show it to a friend, he actually said that what I wrote was more like Young and Dangerous than he wrote about the protagonist who has unified the HK underworld. My answer was that you are not a superstar in troubled times and are invincible, so what do you mean? Young and Dangerous.

Then he told me, okay, then I will let Tiansha Lone Star go

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