Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 193 Released?

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Su Xia has lived for so many years and has never seen such a dutiful son.

Behind him, Xu Lian, who heard this, shuddered, a great sadness grew in her heart, and she looked out the door in disbelief.

Even though the pain was unbearable, Wu Jian raised his head with difficulty.

His eyes were full of grief, and he only wanted to see the crazy child.

What made their children like this?

"The rebellious period of young people is very long, arrogance, conceit, shame, victory and defeat, etc., and they are climbing to a new peak every moment. They easily become irritable, irritable and extreme. For children, many extreme emotions often come from low self-esteem…”

Su Xia would like to read mystery novels in high school, and her favorite detective was not the tall and thin Sherlock Holmes, but the short and chubby Poirot written by Grandma. Maybe he read too much and made him think of different people. Mental understanding.

Obviously, Wu Xiaolong didn't like his background, and always felt that his poor parents often made him embarrassed in front of his friends and younger brothers.

What he wants is not satisfied, and the inferiority complex needs to be hidden more and more, and his psychology gradually becomes distorted in the process of growth.

He needs to show strength, show pride, and use pride to cover up his inferiority in order to be recognized by others, even if this strength comes from unreasonable extreme madness.

As Spinoza said, "Inferiority is opposed to pride, but it is the closest thing to pride."

In his crazy consciousness, beating or killing his own parents can shock others, attract their attention, and get his own attention.

This kind of person is pathetic, but not worthy of pity.

Because there are countless children in this slum who are from the same background as him, or even worse than him, but there are not many who have become as extreme as him.

Even those teenagers and girls with spiritual punk heads on the street, most of them will only talk to their parents a few words, and will not take the extreme road.

The environment here created half of Wu Xiaolong, and he himself created the other half.

"A person with low self-esteem and sadness..."

Su Xia thought of his childhood, but unlike Wu Xiaolong, he liked to cover up everything with taciturnity and loneliness.

When Wu Xiaolong heard his words, his face became even more distorted. The feeling of being torn apart by blood in front of everyone made him feel even more humiliated.

He roared angrily and pointed at Su Xia tremblingly: "No matter what you say, it can't save you, just wait to die!"

"call out!"

A cold light suddenly flashed, and he couldn't react in time, and the right arm pointing at Su Xia instantly left his body.

Everyone around was shocked, and no one could see how Su Xia made his move.

"clang--"

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and on a metal signboard behind Wu Xiaolong, there was a blood-stained dog-leg knife.

His right arm fell to the ground with a snap, blood gurgling.

"Ah ah ah... my hand... my hand..."

Wu Xiaolong knelt on the ground in pain, wailing.

He never thought that Su Xia would actually do it directly, not even saying a few words of trash before the fight.

Not only him, but other people in the Black Tiger Gang didn't think of it either.

"court death!"

The man in the lead shouted loudly, with an angry look on his face, he directly raised the shotgun in his hand, and aimed the cold muzzle at Su Xia's head.

With his move, the rest of the members also raised their guns, and all of Su Xia's chances of escaping were blocked in an instant.

The atmosphere in the market changed suddenly. All the residents found a place to hide. Only the more courageous dared to show half of their heads and continue to watch.

"Crack!"

The man pulled the trigger and didn't give Su Xia any more time.

That dog-leg knife is really amazing, but no matter how fast a cold weapon is, it can't be faster than a bullet!

But what he didn't expect was that after pulling the trigger, the shotgun in his hand did not move, as if it was misfired.

"Crack, click, click..."

He tried more than ten times in a row, but still nothing happened.

"Damn, this garbage gun!"

This is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened. The quality of the firearms in the slum gangs is quite poor, and they are considered inferior and extremely cheap among the fake ones.

But the gang members don't ask too much, just listen to the sound.

The leader looked angry and yelled at the younger brother next to him: "What are you doing? Shooting, do you have to remind me?"

"oh oh……"

These little brothers didn't dare not listen, and hurriedly pulled the trigger in their hands.

However, to everyone's surprise, all the guns they were holding were misfired, and none of them could fire bullets.

Before they could find out the reason, Su Xia moved.

Two sharp dog-leg knives appeared in his hands, one in each hand, and the anti-curved blade surface flickered with cold light.

He was as fast as a ghost, his black coat fluttered behind him, his eyes on the mask were extremely indifferent, and he instantly approached a member of the Black Tiger Gang who was approaching.

The cold light flashed, and the head fell to the ground.

"Fuck, be careful! Spread out!"

The lead man was horrified and hurriedly shouted.

He had just finished shouting this sentence when Su Xia's black figure like a death god came to him, and he only had time to put up a shotgun to resist.

"Crack!"

The metal barrel of the shotgun was severed so violently that it didn't block it for even a second.

The cold, sharp blade slashed into his skull.

Su Xia didn't stop, like a killing machine, pulled out a blood-stained blade and continued to kill the next target.

His murderous actions stunned the residents of the market.

The restaurant owner turned pale, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Your elder brother...is he an emotionless killer?"

"I do not know either!"

Ma Zhu stared with a shocked look on his face, and took several breaths.

They thought the gang members in the ghetto were scary enough, and everyone had human blood on their hands.

But compared with Su Xia at the moment, those gang members are like little sheep.

In a short while, the more than ten members of the Black Tiger Gang had all given their heads. There were more than ten corpses on the ground. Warm blood was flowing on the ground, and there was a bloody smell in the air.

Fortunately, the residents here in the slum have seen a lot more, and even though many of them turned pale, they were able to hold back and not vomit.

No one dared to speak at this moment, only Wu Xiaolong was howling in pain.

"Ah... ah ah ah..."

After seeing that all the official members were cut off by Su Xia, there was not only pain, but also panic in his cry.

And Su Xia seemed to have just done a simple thing. He calmly walked to a booth selling daily necessities, gave two banknotes, and then took a towel.

He simply wiped the blood on the knife's body, then walked towards Wu Xiaolong unhurriedly and said, "I don't like talking nonsense before a fight, now we can talk."

"You...what are you going to do?"

Wu Xiaolong was pale, sat on the ground, endured the severe pain, and kicked his legs straight back.

"Don't come here!"

He shouted loudly, his voice full of panic.

At this time, the fear of death has overridden everything, and the effects of the addictive drugs in his body are gradually fading.

Su Xia stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and dragged him to the repair shop.

It would have been easier to grab the hair, but Wu Xiaolong's hair was very greasy, and Su Xia didn't want to get his hands dirty.

"boom!"

At the door of the repair shop, Su Xia threw it away.

Then he took out a healing potion and stabbed Wu Xiaolong.

This guy's physique is really too weak, the successive injuries, the loss of one arm, the excessive blood loss and severe pain, and the fear in his heart have brought him to the brink of fainting.

A potion went down, which directly woke him up, and the effect of the sugar water drug remaining in the body also dissipated.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

When he was completely awake, the feeling of severe pain doubled.

He leaned against the door, clutching his severed hand and mourning, the pain was so painful that his tears could not stop falling, his body twitched, and his voice was very shrill.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jian and Xu Lian were heartbroken. After all, they raised their children with their own hands.

"What do you want to do?" Su Xia asked the two of them for their opinions.

"My lord, this child, he, he..."

Wu Jian felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to beg Su Xia to let Wu Xiaolong go, but he thought of what Wu Xiaolong said before.

"He's only 19 years old, he's just...is..."

"Maybe it's the wrong way."

"if……"

"If you can send him to a place where he can be transformed, after a while, maybe he can get better..."

Wu Jian's voice is still very weak, he speaks intermittently, and coughs from time to time.

Even though he was beaten by Wu Xiaolong for his appearance, he still pleaded with Su Xia and pleaded for his child as a father.

Xu Lian didn't say much, she was acquiescing to Wu Jian's statement.

He's only 19 years old, maybe he can really transform back?

They don't want to give up this son.

At this time, Wu Xiaolong who was beside the door suddenly burst into tears: "Dad, Mom, I was wrong, I drank too much sugar water just now, and my mind was dizzy, I shouldn't treat you like that, I'm a bastard, I'm not filial..."

This change is a bit sudden.

Su Xia looked coldly at Wu Xiaolong.

From this guy's voice, he didn't hear any thoughts of repentance, and even the cry was very false, apparently only doing this to save his life.

But it was very useful to Wu Jian and his wife.

Hearing the cry, both of them had red eyes.

Xu Lian went up and hugged Wu Xiaolong with heartache. Her eyes were blurred, and she choked up: "Okay, good boy, it's good to know what's wrong, and make it right in the future, we can't live without you in our family."

"Mom, I'll never do it again..."

Wu Xiaolong cried hoarsely, tears and snot on his face.

The mother and son are embracing each other and weeping, the picture is quite touching.

Su Xia quietly retreated to the door, leaning on the erected signboard of the repair shop, looking indifferent, quietly wiping the blade.

He was not at all interested in the plot of "The Prodigal Son" that was being staged in the store, and he didn't have the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

In the eyes of everyone in the market, he was planning to let Wu Xiaolong go, at the cost of breaking one of his arms, to make him feel remorse and embark on the road of turning back.

But does Su Xia really think so?

(End of this chapter)