set fire to his heart

"Brother Shen... Please... spare my life..."

The man begged dying.

However, Shen Ze in front of him didn't listen to a word at all.

The baseball bat in his hand was lifted heavily in the air by him, and then fell hard again.

With the movement of him bending over and swinging.

"Pfft-"

There was bright red blood splashed on his face.

Hot and stinky.

Sensing its existence, Shen Ze's eyes flashed brightly, and the corners of his lips curled up in a satisfied arc.

And the hands that were struggling to hold onto his ankles also loosened with his movement.

The man lying in a pool of blood remained motionless.

The entire underground space was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Like hell.

No one dared to make a sound, or even breathe.

And it wasn't until the man on the ground remained motionless that Shen Ze's originally out-of-control emotions gradually calmed down.

The scarlet light faded from his eyes little by little.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the man on the ground without any emotion.

It seems that he is not a life at all, but an object at his disposal, and he can spoil and discard garbage at any time.

Wait until he stops moving.

Shen Ze instantly felt bored and lost the original fun.

"clatter……"

He dropped the baseball bat in his hand and stepped back in disappointment.

In the silent space, the only sound left was the sound of a baseball bat rolling on the ground.

The voice was not heavy, but everyone present was terrified.

Seeing them all looking as timid as a mouse, Shen Ze took a step back, finally leaning his body against the low cabinet placed against the wall.

He sat lazily and casually, his eyes sweeping lazily across the people present.

Then, he casually picked up a bottle of spirits that was placed on the low cabinet, opened the bottle directly to his mouth, and poured down a few mouthfuls.

"Cuckoo... cuckoo... cuckoo..."

In the enclosed space underground, the sound of his swallowing became particularly abrupt.

Wait until he has a few sips of wine.

Shen Ze took the wine bottle away from his mouth, and wiped the wet corners of his lips with the back of his hand.

His eyes were calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

"I've seen it all."

Shen Ze broke the silence of the scene with a muffled voice: "This is the fate of making decisions for me without my permission."

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the crowd again.

"Or, like him, you all think that I must lose, so you activated the intervention device after discussing it?"

When Shen Ze's question fell.

Everyone present felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they shook their heads reflexively.

"No! Absolutely not!"

They agreed in unison.

"Of course we believe in Brother Shen, Brother Shen will definitely win! There is no game in the world where Brother Shen will lose, absolutely impossible!"

"Yes, the backwardness at that time was only for a while, and the game is not over yet, brother Shen will definitely be able to chase back, and he will definitely win in the end!"

"Yes, yes, brother Shen will chase back in the last half lap, brother Shen can't lose!"

They spoke excitedly one by one, and all expressed their approval of Shen Ze.

however.

Their touting did not exchange for any substantive effect.

"boom--"

Shen Ze slammed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, and the loud shattering noise it made interrupted the rainbow fart that others could not finish.

"Since you are so confident that I can win, why did you press the intervention device? Huh?"

His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but every word made everyone's hair stand on end.

All of them were sweating and shivering.

No one dared to meet Shen Ze's gaze, and no one dared to respond to him.

But their silence became another voice, mocking him invisible.

Shen Ze's suppressed emotions broke out again at this time.

"It's boring to ride a horse!!"

Accompanied by his angry growl, Shen Ze kicked towards the shelf not far away.

because of his actions.

The shelves fell down, and the motorcycle helmets placed there looked like heads, rolling on the ground...

Seeing that Shen Ze's emotions were about to lose control again.

When he picked up a samurai long sword hanging on the wall, everyone present could no longer remain calm.

Fearing that their respective heads would fall to the ground like those helmets, they stepped forward like frightened birds.

"Brother Shen!!"

Everyone risked their lives to stop them.

More than a dozen people surrounded him, controlling his limbs and whole body respectively.

"Get the hell out of here—"

The controlled Shen Ze became more restless.

He was like a wild horse that was about to lose control, swinging wildly, intending to get out of the rein.

However, everyone who understands him deeply must not dare to listen.

They risked their lives to stop them.

Several of them snatched the samurai sword from Shen Ze's hand, and knelt down in front of Shen Ze with a plop.

"Brother Shen, I'm sorry!"

The other party knelt in front of him as if death was at home, lowered his head and said excitedly: "It's not that we don't believe you! It's because the other party is really not simple! He has won three consecutive GP World Championships and broke records. ..."

When his voice fell.

Everyone present gasped in fright, and stared at the man kneeling on the ground in surprise.

They didn't say anything, but they seemed to be confirming to Shen Ze again - all of them knew the news and had confirmed that the news was true.

The label mentioned by the man made Shen Ze, who was originally crazy, calm down a lot.

He stopped struggling, narrowing his pupils dangerously.

"What did you say?"

Shen Ze couldn't believe his ears, and confirmed him: "You said he won three consecutive GP World Championships?"

Sensing Shen Ze's emotional changes, the man was too scared to speak.

Others present also swallowed their saliva.

"how is this possible?"

Shen Ze shook his head, he was unwilling to accept this reality: "Didn't it mean that he was disabled? Did he quit the motorcycle circle completely because of his disability? Impossible... that guy is very good at his hands, he..."

Realizing something, Shen Ze's face became embarrassed, and there were emotions surging in the depths of his eyes.

It is different from the scarlet, ferocious, and killing just now.

Among the emotions emerging at this moment, there is still deep pain and escape.

Like a bloodthirsty demon, locked in a shackle that he couldn't escape, those invisible things tormented him, making him miserable.

"what--"

Shen Ze roared irritably, and struggled again: "What's going on with the horses?! What do you all know?!"

He was furious and irritated.

Under his angrily struggling, he regained his freedom with a force that others could not resist.

Don't wait for everyone to take control again.

Shen Ze had already taken a shotgun from the wall first.

He directly loaded the gun and turned to everyone: "Say!! Tell me all of them!! Otherwise, none of you will live!!"

He looked at them with scarlet eyes, with a ferocious look about to kill everyone.

At this time, his rationality was replaced by pain.

He was vicious and crazy, as if he didn't leave any retreat for them...