Endless Debt.

Chapter 65
In the end, Burlogo declined Palmer and asked him to stay to deal with the accident, while he sneaked away on the grounds that he went to the hospital to treat the wound.

Leaving behind the chaotic scene and the crying Palmer, he shouted to himself "Burlog survived" for a while, hugged "Lika" for a while, and muttered "Lika, don't die", the whole Man presents a tendency towards schizophrenia.

His expression was bleak and his movements were absorbed, as if what he was holding was not a motorcycle, but a lover who fell in love...

Is it really okay to hand over the future of the Krex family to this kind of person?Palmer's elders must have missed it.

Throwing the dented helmet into the trash can, avoiding the sight of the street, and walking into the dark alley, the wound on Burlogo's head has long since disappeared, but there is still a little pain in his mind.

He wasn't worried about the commotion caused by the accident just now. The Bureau of Order was good at handling such matters. The ferrymen in the logistics department were responsible for all the aftermath. At the same time, they also complained endlessly to the logistics department.

Just now, Bologo's action was considered fast, and the pedestrians left the scene quickly while they were still in a panic.

He has gradually integrated into the work of the Bureau of Order. Although he is in the normal world, he must always be prepared to deal with the crisis of the extraordinary world.

It's just a pity for the new clothes, Bologo lowered his head, the clothes were covered with dust, holes and blood.

He was a little irritable, and he let out a long sigh after a while.

Burlog was getting used to it, and getting used to it was a good thing...all good things.

"what……"

Burrog put his head against the wall and moaned angrily.

He had thought about Palmer's bad luck and good luck, but he didn't expect the combination of these two things to become so nonsense, and now he understands, Palmer's joy when he knew that he was immortal .

If he is not immortal, Palmer has just welcomed a new partner and is about to deal with the funeral for his partner. I don't know if he can cry at the funeral with the momentum of three-point "Lycra".

This is so weird.

"So, is that why we hit it off so well, 'good buddies'?"

Recalling Palmer's endless muttering in the Bureau of Order, it was only at this moment that Burlogo understood what he meant.

What's this all about.

Burrogo patted his face vigorously, trying to wake himself up a bit, looking at the pool of water under his feet, which reflected his embarrassing self, as if every time, he went out with the utmost dignity, and then returned home in embarrassment , like some kind of damned curse, followed Borrog.

But these unlucky things didn't make Bologo's mood too bad, because he finally became a decondenser and mastered the mysterious secret energy. He felt that this matter would make him happy for at least a week.

The power is fascinating, not to mention that this is the first time that Bologo has it, holding it tightly in his hand, turning it into a sharp sword that seals his throat.

There is also the power of "absorbing". Soul fragments are a universal source of energy. Judging from Bologo's ability to explore, this can not only suppress mania, but also help him to advance.

The more he learned, the more curious Burlogo was about his lost memory. What exactly did he trade with the devil...

Burlogo shook his head, thinking about so many things, it doesn't make sense, the most important thing now is the present and the future.

At this moment, shouts sounded from the other end of the alley, a group of people were walking towards here, they were joking loudly, with arrogant smiles on their faces.

"You should really look at his expression at that time. When I stabbed him down, he was completely dumbfounded." The leader man laughed.

"Yes, yes, he knelt down and handed over all the money." The other person responded, followed by another burst of laughter.

Looking at these people, Bologo was slightly absent-minded, and a little smile couldn't help but appear on his indifferent face.

He was like a child about to go on a date, his movements seemed flustered and hasty, looking at the pool of water under his feet, Burlogo vigorously scratched his hair, his tie was ripped off, and he wiped away the blood on his clothes as much as possible.

He dug out his pockets, all of Burrog's clothes were destroyed during the implantation ceremony, and he didn't have any money in his pocket at the moment.

"Oops."

Burrog cursed secretly, but he quickly thought of a new countermeasure.

then……

……

Temple proudly bragged about his achievements to his friends. He dropped out of school and hung out on the streets very early, dreaming that one day he would become the boss of a certain block.

Now he is indeed about to do it. Dunpro can be regarded as a rising star in this area. He is young and powerful, and he does things fiercely. Many gangs have noticed him. Some want to win him over, while others want to eradicate him.

Dunpro knew all this, but he didn't panic or feel uneasy. Instead, he felt like he had become a big shot, and he liked this feeling.

"Hey, has this guy been beaten up just now?"

Dunpro noticed the man walking towards him. He was leaning on the wall with one hand and covering his chest with the other. His clothes were covered in dust, holes, and dark red blood.

"Has this unlucky ghost been ransacked just now?" Dunpro laughed.

For this kind of unlucky ghost, Dunpro knew very well that there was nothing to squeeze, so he simply laughed a few words.

But after the laughter, the unlucky ghost actually raised his head and looked at himself, without saying anything, his blue eyes showed disgust and disdain.

Dunpro has seen this kind of look, and many people have shown that look to him, whether it is his parents or the people around him.

The laughter froze for a few seconds, and a bad look appeared on Dunpro's face.

The unlucky ghost groaned in pain as he walked. The alley was very narrow, and he could only walk close to Dunpro. At this moment, Dunpro asked.

"What kind of eyes do you have?"

The unlucky ghost paused for a second, said nothing, and continued to walk forward.

"Damn it, I'm asking you something!"

Deng Puluo became irritable in an instant, and no one here dared to treat him with such an attitude. He raised his fist and hit the unlucky ghost, but the expected wailing and begging for mercy did not happen, and his fist froze in mid-air. Caught firmly by the other hand.

"It was you... who did it first, right?"

Bologo turned his head, with uncontrollable joy on his indifferent face amidst his messy black hair.

In fact, Jeffrey still doesn’t know enough about Burlogo. Human beings are complicated and hard to generalize. Therefore, everyone has some dark hobbies that are difficult to tell. It just so happens that Burlogo also has such Hobby.

He calls this hobby "fishing".

"what?"

Just when Dunpro was wondering what was going on, Burlogo exerted force on his wrist, and Dunpro felt as if his arm was clamped by iron clamps, and bursts of severe pain hit him.

"Ah! Damn it!"

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking free, Dunpro raised his foot and wanted to kick Burrog, but Burrog was faster than him, and hit Dunpro's diaphragm with a straight punch.

The whole body began to lean back, the severe pain almost made Dunpro faint, followed by a rolling abdomen, a strange feeling went up his throat, and he retched painfully.

"Boss!"

Seeing that the boss was attacked, the other younger brothers drew out the short knives they carried with them without saying a word, and prepared to hack Bologo to death, but they were still too slow.

Burlogo didn't want to bully them too much, and didn't try his best at all, but these street gangsters were still far behind compared to Burlogo, an expert.

Picking up the debris piled up in the alley, Bologo swung the wooden board, and several short knives pierced into the wooden board. When they tried to pull out the short knife, Bologo had already let go of the wooden board, facing It was a punch to the abdomen of several people.

After each punch, a person fell down clutching his stomach, his body arched and twitching constantly.

Another short knife struck, and Bologo dodged his head sideways. He slashed the man's shoulder with his hand. At the same time, he lifted his foot to hook the man's right foot, and pulled back. Grabbing the back of his head, he slammed his head against the wall.

A low growl sounded, and Dunpro struggled to stand up. It should be said that he was the boss of these people. He was beaten more than these younger brothers, and he raised his fist to fight back.

But the ending was still the same, Burrogo easily dodged the punch, and Dunpro couldn't even touch Burlogo's skirt, until Burrog got a little tired of playing, lifted his foot and kicked Dunpro over again, and the whole person fell into the ground. Among the debris, the collapsed things piled up heavily.

"Are you still coming?"

Looking at the other end of the alley, the only man still standing, Bologo asked him after arranging his clothes and hair.

"me……"

The man dropped the dagger tremblingly, and fled with a scream.

So, it was a mess.

Burrogo stepped past one felled moaning guy after another, and was about to leave when he remembered something, turned around and dragged someone casually.

"Don't, don't..." The man was crying with tears streaming down his face.

Bologo has indeed brought enough psychological shadow to them. These naive little bastards never imagined that someone would pretend to be like this to deceive them, and Bologo is still so strong, it feels like an adult bullying Like a child.

If you can't tell the hardships, they still can't beat them.

"Okay, stop barking."

The sound made Bologo a little annoyed. He took out the man's pocket and took out a few banknotes and coins from it.

"Lend me some travel expenses."

Burrog said and waved his hand.

"Everyone, see you again when we have a chance."

Amidst the painful groans, Bologo walked out of the alley, raised his head, and the gloomy sky became clear for a while.

"Ah... really relieved."

The haze just now was swept away, and the whole person couldn't help feeling happy. He stretched vigorously and moved his body. Looking at the busy city, Bologo sighed sincerely.

"Opus is really a good place."

It's a sunny city, and the people here are warm and welcoming.

(End of this chapter)