Chapter 20 Guerrilla

"Hmm? What does this guy want to do?"

Seeing Xue Jing walking towards them, someone asked in confusion.

"Wait, what is he holding in his hand..."

A short-haired young man suddenly pointed at Xue Jing's right hand.

"Brick?"

"He doesn't think that picking up a brick from the ground will be intimidating, ha, what can a brick do."

Someone said disdainfully, and weighed the metal baseball bat in his hand.

Everyone walked towards Xue Jing with a grin.

On the quiet night street, on one side were a dozen gangsters, and on the other side were a single student in school uniform, both of whom were slowly approaching each other.

Xue Jing moved forward, while relying on the instinctive throwing feel brought by aiming, estimating the distance.

When the distance between the two sides was less than 20 meters, Xue Jing stopped.

'It's almost there. ’

Feeling that this was a perfect throwing distance, Xue Jing followed the feel of his hand and raised the half-red brick in his hand that was as big as his fist.

“That kid wants to throw a brick, be careful!”

Someone warned him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the head of a young man with a buzz cut next to him suddenly exploded.

“Bang!!”

“Ah!!”

The red brick fragments splattered everywhere, leaving several wounds on his face, and many fragments also drilled into his eyes, causing him to scream.

The young man with a buzz cut who was hit in the head by the brick had already fallen to the ground without a sound, with a large gap on his forehead, bleeding out.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell!?"

"Someone got shot!?"

"No, it's the brick thrown by that kid!"

"Shenghua fainted!"

"Damn it, get him, hurry up!"

In the chaos, some people went to help the young man who was shot in the head, some were stunned, but most of them immediately rushed towards Xue Jing.

However, the moment Xue Jing threw half a red brick, he turned back without hesitation and started running again!

"Fuck, chase!"

"Don't run, you little bastard, I'm going to kill your whole family, fuck you!"

...

After a few minutes, everyone stopped panting and looked at the back of the school uniform in the distance.

It was really impossible to catch up!

And at the moment they stopped, Xue Jing also stopped and slowly turned around.

Everyone had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Soon, their premonition came true.

The streets of South City were nothing but garbage of all kinds.

Xue Jing picked up a 500ml glass beer bottle from the ground.

Seeing this, the gangsters immediately became confused.

"Fuck, find a shelter!"

"Get out of the way, hide here!"

Some people pushed each other to compete for a hiding place in a plastic trash can.

"Scatter!"

In a panic, a glass beer bottle came whistling and accurately shot a tall and thin young man in the head who couldn't dodge in time.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

The tall and thin young man covered his head with blood flowing from his fingers, "He has nothing in his hand, hurry up!"

He seemed to be a small leader. When the people around him saw him giving orders, they hurriedly walked out of the shelter.

But at this time, Xue Jing had already run away.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing whether to chase.

"Why are you standing there? Chase him!"

The tall and thin young man said angrily.

Seeing this, everyone could only chase Xue Jing again.

After chasing him three or four times in a row, everyone's physical strength was not enough. This time, most people slowed down after a short while.

When they slowed down, Xue Jing noticed it immediately and stopped.

"This..."

Everyone swallowed their saliva and looked at the good-looking boy in school uniform who turned around slowly with some fear.

Seeing Xue Jing pick up something from the ground again, some people in the crowd couldn't hold back.

"Run!"

Hearing this shout, the people who had already retreated in their hearts immediately scattered and tried their best to get into the nearby shelter.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I was here first!"

"Why the hell are you pushing? Get out of the way!"

"Fuck you, pounce on that guy, throw Lei Loumou, Lin Bei Ganlin's mother!"

Faced with an enemy that they could never catch up with and who would be shot in the head by a lucky audience randomly selected if they stopped, everyone felt a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Regret, the feeling of great regret enveloped everyone's heart.

Damn, which one of the idiots said he wanted to arrest this attached middle school student! ?

"Swish!"

A rusty steel bar that was more than 30 centimeters long and as thick as a finger flew straight towards everyone like a sharp arrow.

"Puff!"

A gangster hiding behind a shed made of iron sheets burst into tears when he saw the steel bar that had penetrated the thin iron sheet and was only a few centimeters away from blowing his head off.

His legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He looked up and saw Xue Jing bending down again in the distance and picking something up from the ground.

"Oh my god!!!"

The gangster cried immediately, and ran away from Xue Jing as if he had two less legs.

But before he could run far, a small piece of concrete flew from a distance and hit the back of his head accurately, exploding a pile of stone powder and splitting his head.

"Run, run, run!"

The crowd had no intention of resisting at all. They were terrified and ran in the direction they came from.

So the situation was reversed.

At night in the southern city, a strange scene appeared on the outer streets.

A dozen or so young men with different hair dyes and tattoos ran away crying, and a good-looking student wearing the school uniform of the attached middle school, who looked like a good boy, kept chasing them.

From time to time, the students would pick up some hard garbage from the ground and throw it at the crowd in front of them. Every time they threw it, they hit the target accurately, and the sound of headshots came one after another.

The weapons in their hands also fell to the ground and became props for Xue Jing to throw.

"Here it comes, again!"

"Brother! Dad! Dad, Grandpa! Please, don't throw it!"

"I surrender, I surrender, don't throw it!"

Everyone ran away while shouting.

The noise was so loud that it alarmed the residents in the neighborhood. They opened their windows and looked out. Seeing such an outrageous scene, they were immediately amazed.

"Hey, isn't that someone from the Razor Gang? What happened?"

"Did another gang come in to seize territory?"

"No, why is there a student? He seems to be wearing the school uniform of the attached middle school."

"Hey, this is strange, why are they being chased by a student?"

A yellow-haired young man couldn't run any longer, so he stopped and gasped.

At this time, a nightmare-like figure came to his side.

The yellow-haired young man turned around and saw Xue Jing standing in front of him with an expressionless face, looking at him with cold and sharp eyes, holding a metal baseball bat in his hand.

"...Okay, spare my life, dear man."

The yellow-haired young man knelt down very smoothly, begging with fear in his eyes.

"Bang!"

The whistling baseball bat hit his left ear hard, knocking him back several meters, and he lay limp on the ground, motionless.

Xue Jing, holding a bloody baseball bat, slowly walked towards the remaining thugs who were basically unable to run.

The baseball bat dragged on the ground, and the metal surface rubbed against the concrete floor, making a clanging sound.

His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the people.

One step at a time.

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