Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 190 A Dead Man

The sound was harsh, sharp and unpleasant.

Wu Xiaolong looked impatient: "Old guy, take out the money quickly, I'm working on a big business, don't fucking linger!"

Hearing this, Su Xia frowned immediately. He seldom saw this kind of self-proclaimed father to his father.

Outside the shop, there were six or seven teenagers with equally colorful hair, who seemed to be Wu Xiaolong's younger brother.

"Brother Long is tough. I don't even dare to talk like that to the immortal in my family."

"Where are you going to play?"

"Don't worry, wait for Brother Long to speak..."

"..."

Their voices were small and drowned in the heavy metal music of the market.

But Su Xia was not very personable and could hear clearly.

On the other side of the earth, this kind of young man should be called a street boy or a spiritual boy, but even those spiritual boys, most of the bodies are much better than those few people.

"boom!"

In the store, Wu Xiaolong slammed his fist on the workbench, causing the various parts on the platform to vibrate, and it seemed that he still had some strength.

His younger brothers were watching from the outside, waiting for him to lose face, so he became more impatient and shouted, "Old guy, are you deaf? Where's the money I want?"

The sound was so loud that even heavy metal music could not be suppressed, and the people in the market could hear it clearly.

But this kind of thing seems to happen often, they are used to it, and their expressions are very flat.

In the shop, the two children were terrified, very afraid of the elder brother, and hid behind their mother.

And Wu Jian looked embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Your younger siblings need money to study. It's not easy at home now, you understand a little bit."

"Reading?" Wu Xiaolong stared, "What's the use of reading?"

"They are still young..."

"Is it young? It's already ten years old!" Wu Xiaolong spit, "Come with me, Xiaohu, I can lead you to the top, you will only become a waste like this old guy if you stay in this kind of place!"

Hearing this, the little boy in the corner shrank, and the look of fear on his face became more obvious.

His name is Wu Xiaohu, and he is in the fourth grade of the elementary school in the slum on the ground.

Although the quality of education in this ghost place is hard to describe, it is always right to read more books. Otherwise, at this age, you can only work as child laborers in some black-hearted factories. You will be forced to work for a long time.

"And her!"

Wu Xiaolong stared irritably at his sister in the corner and asked loudly, "She's ten years old, why don't you sell her? If she's older, it won't be easy to sell, others don't want to be too old, it's still worth a little money now. !"

When she heard that she was about to be sold, the little girl was trembling with fright, and her thin little hands clung to her mother's clothes.

Their mother, Xu Lian, had a sad face. She really had nothing to do with this eldest son. She wanted to say something, but felt that it was useless to say anything, so she could only sigh sadly and protect the two children with her hands.

"Xiaolong, our family really doesn't have much money." Wu Jian begged in a low voice, "I can't give you any more money in the end. After so many years, please understand the difficulties of the family."

"Damn, old guy, don't give money, right?"

Wu Xiaolong looked angry, his face was distorted, and the skull pattern on his face looked particularly hideous.

He stared, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a large wrench, and swung it at Wu Jian's head, without any effort at all.

Wu Jian didn't have time to hide at all, so he slapped his forehead firmly.

"boom!"

He groaned and fell to the ground, blood dripping from his forehead instantly, and the blood stained the rough face of the vicissitudes of life.

But Wu Xiaolong didn't stop, his face was grim, he aimed at his head, kicked him violently, and shouted: "Old guy, if you don't give money today, I will kill you! You hid your money there. , speak quickly!"

"Don't fight, stop fighting..."

The woman Xu Lian cried and stopped in front of Wu Fitness, grief-stricken and shouted: "He is your father, Xiaolong, stop beating..."

The two children in the corner also burst into tears, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this scene, some people in the market sighed, and some people turned around.

But the six or seven young people shouted excitedly: "Brother Long is playing well, this old guy just can't beat it!"

"Don't hit the head, it's no fun if you kill him, break his hands and feet first!"

"Brother Long, come on!"

"..."

Their eyes were red, their bodies were shaking with excitement, and they cheered Wu Xiaolong while laughing.

Hearing the voices of these little brothers, Wu Xiaolong seemed to have more strength, and grinned: "Get out of my way! Stop me and fight you together!"

He slammed into his mother's stomach, kicking her directly into the corner of the wall with such force.

The woman howled, clutching her stomach and shrinking against the wall, tears gurgling down her face, her face full of pain and despair.

And Wu Xiaolong didn't even look at him, and continued to beat and kick his fallen father.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Old guy! A piece of trash!"

"How could Lao Tzu be born in such a trash family? If you were rich, could Lao Tzu be like this?"

"What about the money? How much is your organ worth?"

He was beating and scolding, complaining about his origin, punching and kicking mercilessly, as if he was beating a lowly beast.

And Wu Jian at his feet would snort a few times at first, holding his head, but gradually there was no movement.

Across the street, Su Xia put down the teacup in her hand and stood up slowly.

In his eyes, Wu Jian's health bar has dropped to less than half.

If he fights again, he will surely die today.

Seeing that he seemed to be intentional, the owner of the restaurant hurriedly grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Little boss, don't be impulsive, we can't control this family's affairs, so don't put yourself in it."

Seeing that Su Xia's skin was fair and delicate, her clothes were expensive, and her temperament was extraordinary, he subconsciously regarded Su Xia as a businessman who came to trade here.

Those who lived here were reluctant to order that expensive meal and tea just now.

And everyone here knows about Wu Jian's family.

Su Xia asked: "Why can't you control it, does that person have any background?"

"Keep your voice down."

The shopkeeper pressed his hands down, his eyes flashed, and he motioned Su Xia to lower his voice.

He explained in a low voice: "The one who beat the man is called Wu Xiaolong, and he is from a gang in this neighborhood. We ordinary people can't afford to offend such a person, just take a look."

"Oh, I see."

At the beginning, Wu Gui's parents were killed by gang members.

In this slum, gangs are rampant, order is chaotic, fists and guns are the truth, all kinds of gray transactions are common, and even the rules of Coral City are not controlled.

Unless one day there is a fierce man from the sky, who can set the rules for this slum with a powerful hand, otherwise there can only be chaos here forever.

"Thank you for your explanation. I'll come back when I go to see it, and it won't make things worse."

"Little boss, don't be impulsive."

"rest assured."

Su Xia straightened her mask, her eyes were calm, and she walked to the repair shop diagonally opposite.

And Ma Zhu was left behind by him, and it was inconvenient to have one more person by his side.

In the restaurant, Ma Zhu pointed at Su Xia with his thumb and said proudly, "That's my eldest brother."

The shop owner asked him, "Why didn't you stop your elder brother?"

"My big brother is invincible!"

"Do you know what force is behind Wu Xiaolong?"

"Forehead……"

Ma Zhu scratched his head, but he didn't have a clue in his heart.

He just felt that Su Xia was both a good person and a fierce person, with good strength and background. After all, ordinary people would not give such a precious potion to a robber casually.

Taken together, Su Xia is a strong dragon, and he may be able to suppress the local snakes here.

Even if she wanted to stop it, it was too late, Su Xia had already walked into the repair shop.

"Dong dong!"

He stood by the door and knocked on the workbench beside him.

Wu Xiaolong also noticed him, stopped punching his father temporarily, stared at Su Xia fiercely, and asked, "What are you doing? Repairing things? This old guy's hands are smashed, go and find someone else to repair! "

Although this guy is in the gang, his eyesight is really not good enough, and he can't even see the difference in Su Xia.

Compared with the people in the underground, Su Xia's body is really too clean, and the whole person's temperament is out of tune with this place.

"He's your father." Su Xia said without changing his face, "The kindness of childbirth should not be reciprocated in this way."

"What, do you have an opinion?"

"Well, there is an opinion."

"You want to die too?"

Wu Xiaolong twisted his neck, his eyes were fierce, like a wild wolf about to go crazy, a pair of scarlet eyes looked directly at Su Xia.

If it was an ordinary person here, he might not dare to look up at all, and he would leave with his head down.

But Su Xia was still so calm, looked straight back and said, "It's not before my death."

"Are you fucking looking for a fight?"

Wu Xiaolong's face froze, holding a bloody wrench in his hand, pointing directly at Su Xia.

Outside the shop, his group of younger brothers also shouted: "Brother Long, this fool is entertaining you! I think he is looking for a fight!"

"Fuck, if you wear a mask and go out and pretend to be a *****, who gave him the courage? Brother Long abolished him!"

"Brother Long, peel the skin off his face!"

"..."

Hearing the younger brothers sip "Dragon Brother" one by one, Wu Xiaolong enjoyed it very much, and the fierceness on his face became even worse.

He held the blood-stained wrench, as if he was holding the supreme scepter of life and death, and shouted sharply to Su Xia: "Come here, stretch your neck a little bit, and let Lao Tzu teach you a good lesson!"

As if Su Xia didn't hear it, she turned her attention to Wu Jianshe, who was covered in blood, and carefully checked the injury.

Wu Xiaolong, who was ignored, laughed angrily and stepped forward with the wrench in his hand: "I think you are really courting death!"

After that, he violently waved the wrench and smashed it towards Su Xia's head.

With all his strength, he planned to knock Su Xia down with blood and cruelty written all over his face.

In the opposite restaurant, Ma Zhu stood up in fright: "Why didn't you draw a gun!"

He always thought that Su Xia would use firearms and bullets to convince people, but Su Xia didn't seem to mean it at all, and looked like she was standing and being beaten.

But in the next instant, Wu Xiaolong's right arm wielding a wrench suddenly couldn't go any further.

"Snapped!"

This blow was firmly caught by Su Xia, and the icy wrench was firmly held in his hand.

The speed at which he shot was so fast that everyone outside the shop didn't see it clearly.

"you……"

Wu Xiaolong was startled and gritted his teeth hard, but the wrench remained motionless.

He looked at Su Xia's gaze and found that his gaze was extremely indifferent, as if he was looking at a dead person.

(End of this chapter)