Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"Ha ha ha ha."

A few people said, laughing loudly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

A mass of black objects hit a laughing Pathanako directly on the face.

With a "poof", blood mist splashed everywhere.

Half of this person's head was smashed, red and white shot out of his brain, revealing broken bone slag, and a piece of coal was stuck in his eye socket.

The person who was laughing next to him was splattered with blood, and immediately stopped laughing, and screamed like a ghost.

"Did anyone tell you that laughing is so fucking ugly!"

Zhang Zhiwei's body was covered with golden light, his eyes were as bright as big stars, sprayed with golden light, and dragged several inches of light.

He was really angry, and his murderous intent was so intense that it almost condensed into substance. Everyone on the other side felt a chill all over, like falling into an ice cave, and had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

This point was soon fulfilled, and Zhang Zhiwei casually pulled a large iron bucket full of coal and the height of a person in the carriage.

The barrel was full of coal, which weighed a thousand catties, but Zhang Zhiwei lifted it up easily.

In the horrified eyes of the patted Huazi, Qi energy penetrated the whole body, and when they stepped on it, with a "bang", a hole was stepped on the iron floor of the carriage, and Zhang Zhiwei rushed out.

The opponent was more than ten meters away from Zhang Zhiwei, but almost instantly, Zhang Zhiwei approached with a bucket.

Experts know if there is one as soon as they make a move. Seeing Zhang Zhiwei easily lift the heavy iron bucket and walk like flying, the girls who were laughing and discussing how to torture him were instantly scared to pee.

Pai Hanako, who was facing him, felt the strong wind blowing against her face, and turned her head to run.

But his speed is obviously not as fast as Zhang Zhiwei.

A big iron bucket, as tall as a person and weighing a thousand catties, smashed on the bodies of several Huazi with the sound of the wind.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams came and went one after another.

Someone was hit on the head and turned into a mass of rotten meat.

Someone was hit in the leg and was pulling and crawling all over the ground.

Some were hit on half of their bodies, rolling and wriggling on the ground

Seeing this scene, the boss who had spoken harshly before, his hairs stood on end, and he didn't care about his subordinates, so he turned around and ran towards the third-class carriage, without any intention of doing anything.

How do you do this?

A huge heavy iron drum full of coal is twisted in the hand as if playing with it, what's the point?

Kicked to the iron plate!

Now, he just wants to jump out of the car and get away.

While running, he took out a bell from his pocket and shook it, still chanting words.

From this point of view, he knew that he was casting a spell, and the bell was a magic weapon.

But Zhang Zhiwei obviously didn't give him a chance to activate his ability.

With a sneer, he stepped on his right foot, and the coals scattered on the ground flew up, wrapped in golden light, and shot towards the boss of the Huazi like a hail of bullets.

The boss of Paihuazi couldn't dodge in time, and was directly beaten into a sieve. There was no good meat in his whole body, white bone residue was exposed, his chest was slightly heaving, and blood foam was exhaled from his mouth. There was only air coming out, not in. I can't survive.

When the other Paihuazi saw this scene, they were frightened to the point of tearing their livers apart.

Don't look at the previous ones, they put one pile after another with cruel words.

But in fact, they are all paper tigers, which are not useful.

In front of Zhang Zhiwei, the tiger who went down the mountain, and the dragon who crossed the river, he said that he was a native chicken and a dog.

After all, if one really has the ability to get on the stage, who is still doing the business of harvesting and cutting?

A group of dirty bastards who are not in the lower class can also bully ordinary people.

"Forgive me, forgive me!"

"Master Dao, please forgive me!"

"Dao Lord, my Buddha is merciful, God has the virtue of good life, there is the virtue of good life"

The terrified Pat Hanakos knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Master, I don't believe in Buddhism!"

Unmoved, Zhang Zhiwei picked up the bloody iron bucket and approached it step by step.

"Run, run, this is not a Taoist priest, this is a demon, run!"

"Run, run to the locomotive!"

...

How ruthless the words were just now, how thoroughly cowardly they are now.

Now that Zhang Zhiwei was stuck in the middle of the carriage, the only place they could escape was the locomotive.

But when they were about to run into the cab.

A figure carrying a blood-stained vat appeared in front of them.

Everyone was desperate, fell to their knees, and surrendered frantically.

But Zhang Zhiwei didn't have the slightest sympathy, and he didn't stop.

He raised the big iron bucket covered in blood and smacked it down.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Again and again, like a perverted killer in a foreign movie, Jason in Crystal Lake would call him an expert after seeing it.

Until the corpse at the foot no longer has a human form.

Until the blood-stained iron bucket was smashed flat.

Until the anger in my heart was almost vented.

Only then did Zhang Zhiwei give up, looking at the blood stains on the ground in the shape of radioactivity, spit out his saliva, and cursed:

"Hey, that's it? I'm pretending to be a fool with Daoist!"

"boom!"

Zhang Zhiwei threw away the big iron cylinder, and the smashed carriage trembled.

Afterwards, he came to the locomotive in two or three steps, and glanced at the driver's cab. The driver and co-driver inside were silent, and the two hugged each other shivering.

The movement in the coal-loading carriage just now, because of the roar of the train, may not be real to the passengers in other carriages.

But they felt it clearly, and even secretly took a few peeks out of curiosity.

Seeing this, he was completely terrified on the spot, his heart was about to burst, and he quickly shrank back into the cab and shivered.

At this moment, I saw that terrifying little golden man appearing by the door of the cab.

The two of them were scared to pee immediately, and they knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Grandpa Jin, please spare me, don't kill me, don't kill me, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..."

"Golden Immortal, please spare me! I... I... I am the same!"

...

Uncle Jin... Daxian Jin... Zhang Zhiwei froze for a moment, looked at himself, covered in golden light, and realized that he was talking about himself.

Unlocked a new usage of the Golden Light Curse. After it spreads all over the body, it becomes a little golden man who can't see his face clearly. Traveling at home is a must for murder and arson!

At that time, what kind of things like Jin Daxian and Jin Daxian are wanted by the patrol room, what does Zhang Zhiwei have to do with him?

"What's the relationship between you and these flamboyants?"

Zhang Zhiwei guessed that there must be some backstage relationship for these flamboyants to appear in this carriage.

"It's none of our business. Master, I'm just a coolie. I say I'm a driver, but I'm actually a coal shoveler. How dare I have anything to do with these people?"

"Yes, yes, the reason why these people can come to this carriage is because of the management from above, how dare we stop them."

"For what they did, we dare not speak out!"

The two of you begged for mercy one sentence at a time.

Zhang Zhiwei, the supervisor above, stared at them, seeing that the two of them didn't seem to be lying, so he didn't do anything to them, thinking about the previous conversation with the Huazi.