Violators Club

"coming?"

"coming."

On a sunny afternoon, the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning heavy oil. Xiaoxing, whose clothes were torn, looked very tired, sitting on a blood-stained stone.

It feels like a veteran who has just experienced a tragic fight and successfully retired from the battlefield.

The ferocity and killing intent faded away, leaving only exhaustion.

But Mr. Zhang didn't think so, because Xiaoxing's eyes were as calm as Gujing.

This guy is pretending, but others didn't notice it!
After opening and clenching the palms several times, Mr. Zhang's spirit was lifted.

Doctors say that increasing blood pressure in this way can make the brain more flexible, but there is no scientific basis for this claim.

However, repeating this action for a long time has made Mr. Zhang's body a habit.

He didn't know if this method was really useful, or if it was the effect of psychological hints.

In short, Mr. Zhang, who had regained his strength, looked down at Xiaoxing's eyes.

His expression is very serious, giving people a very strong sense of oppression, as cold as the cold wind in late autumn:
"Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

How much he liked Xiaoxing before, but now Mr. Zhang dislikes him so much.

No one wants to admit that others are better than themselves, especially for a master who considers himself an elite, Xiaoxing controls his behavior like a puppet.

Let Mr. Zhang feel dissatisfied, even angry!
No one will doubt the truth of Mr. Zhang's words, because his eyes have revealed everything.

However, facing Mr. Zhang's murderous threats, Xiaoxing's reaction was very calm.

He raised his eyelids, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, he asked indifferently:
"Why kill me?"

The chill in his eyes was more than three points, Mr. Zhang squinted his eyes, and the killing intent in his eyes was more than three points:
"because of you……"

But before Mr. Zhang finished speaking, Xiaoxing shook his head, and he looked into Mr. Zhang's eyes calmly.

Looking at each other, with a chuckle, his expression was full of mockery:
"Speak with evidence. What did I do? I didn't do anything, and are you sure you want to attack me? Xiao Wang just died not long ago, so you can't wait to kill the grass?"

After the voice fell, Mr. Zhang fell into silence.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill Xiaoxing, the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the eyes that want to kill someone cannot be hidden!

But just like Xiaoxing's confidence at the moment.

It's not that Mr. Zhang doesn't want to kill, but he can't.

The 70-man melee had just ended, with more than 80 casualties and a death rate close to [-]%. Such a brutal fight shattered everyone's hearts.

Physical exhaustion and inner torment, like gangrene, afflicted everyone.

Not everyone is comfortable with murder.

Even trained professional soldiers still suffer from war trauma syndrome, a psychological problem that manifests itself in the form of nervousness, anxiety, insomnia, and nightmares.

And the vast majority of people on the isolated island are ordinary people without training, and their reaction will only be more serious than that of soldiers.

As the two kings on the isolated island, Xiao Wang is dead, but these people under Xiao Wang are not dead.

Because their own base is twice that of Mr. Zhang, two-thirds of these people who survived are former Xiao Wang's subordinates.

As Xiaoxing said, Mr. Zhang dared not do anything, and even wanted to ensure Xiaoxing was alive to a certain extent.

Because as long as Xiaoxing dies, no matter whether it has anything to do with him or not, everyone will acquiesce that Mr. Zhang is eliminating dissidents.

Because I have already killed it once, everyone doesn't mind killing it again, fear will spread among the crowd, and this isolated island will become a terrifying dark forest!

Mr. Zhang knew that Xiaoxing had confidence, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Although he fell into a brief silence, his eyes were still fixed on Xiaoxing:

"Why are you doing this."

Xiaoxing shrugged, his expression was as relaxed as ever, as if he was answering the pancake fruit I ate this morning:

"As I said, the island is so small that it bores me."

Mr. Zhang sneered, his eyes were a little more sullen:
"Do you think I believe it?"

Xiaoxing was stunned, this was the first time his expression changed so obviously.

Different from Gujing's calmness before, Xiaoxing's expression was very surprised, even a little speechless:
"I don't understand what you're worried about. The cargo ship was set on fire, and the smoke from the burning won't dissipate until tomorrow morning. It won't be long before a rescue team finds it."

But Mr. Zhang shook his head, he was a little agitated, and his angry eyes looked like a beast that was about to devour people!
"That's enough! Stop pretending, so much has happened, you think I'll still believe it?

You have done so much, how could you just want to light an oversized flare? !Ma Xing, what is your purpose in doing all this! ! "

War trauma syndrome, a serious mental illness.

Although Mr. Zhang hid it well, he was actually under tremendous psychological pressure on this matter like most people.

That is to say, unlike the ruthlessness on the surface, Mr. Zhang is full of pressure and anxiety in his heart.

And the source of all this comes from the young man in front of him.

Xiaoxing is too scary, Mr. Zhang doesn't know how to describe this person.

He provoked the melee of hundreds of people. Xiao Wang died, and the food enough to keep nearly a hundred people alive for half a month was burned to ashes. More than 70 people were thrown into the incinerator of the ship!
The most frightening thing was that after completing the above-mentioned things, Xiaoxing appeared in the crowd as if nothing had happened.

On this isolated island, no one knows what happened except himself.

And Xiaoxing, the culprit who planned everything?

He was like a blank sheet of paper, as if all disasters and crimes had nothing to do with him!
This reminded him of Xiaoxing's anti-social lunatic image in the previous conversation.

Mr. Zhang didn't believe it, he couldn't believe that Xiao Xing, who designed such a complicated plan and manipulated himself and Xiao Wang like puppets, was just to ignite this oversized signal flare!

Xiaoxing: "..."

Seeing Mr. Zhang's agitated appearance, Xiaoxing fell silent.

He pondered for a long time, and there was even an expression of impatience on Mr. Zhang's face, and then he looked up at the other party seriously:

"Assuming everything goes back to the original point of origin, will you agree with my suggestion to ignite this freighter?"

Mr. Zhang opened his mouth, he really wanted to say yes, he would definitely agree to this plan.

But looking at Xiaoxing's frank and serious eyes?
Mr. Zhang frowned. Countless thoughts appeared in his mind, but at the moment they were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say these words:
"I……"

Looking at Mr. Zhang's blushing face?
Xiaoxing smiled, his smile was very bright, just like the sun at 09:30 in the morning, gorgeous and brilliant.

But his eyes were cold, full of ridicule, merciless, pointed out sharply:
"The answer is no! Because you are a capitalist, and a capitalist is a scum who would rather dump the milk than give it to the poor."