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Chapter 499 It's Pretty Pretty (Da Zhang asks for a monthly pass)

"Today, I'm going to kill this old bastard. If any of you want to come up, you can come up together."

In the empty courtyard, a tall, brown-haired man shouted loudly.

In front of this strong man was a group of young people in gray exercise uniforms lying on the ground in disorder.

The corners of their mouths were more or less bloodstained, and they looked at the burly man with fear and surprise on their faces.

And behind these youths, there is a middle-earth-looking man who is half lying on the ground and looks like he is in his 50s.

The man's body was already covered with blood, he was panting with difficulty, trying to support his body from the ground, but after several attempts, all ended in failure.

And behind him, there are some young people huddled in the corner.

They were obviously terrified by this scene, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Old man, isn't your middle-earth martial arts amazing?"

The burly man gave a grin, and kicked away a young man lying beside him.

The young man flew out and bumped into the old man.

The old man quickly stretched out his hand and caught the flying young man, preventing him from hitting the wall.

And when he made this action, he himself was carried away by the youth, and he hit the wall firmly.

Accompanied by a muffled sound.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"master."

The young man stood up with difficulty and asked with concern.

"I am fine."

The old man shook his head, wiping the blood off his mouth.

He looked up at the burly man, "Aleiro, you were the one who came to kick the gym and was defeated by me. I didn't hurt you at all. Why did you kill them all like this?"

"Did I kill them all?"

Aleiro laughed, and he kicked a young man on the side again, and rolled the young man out, "I just came here to prove that you are a waste, and these disciples you teach are also waste, your middle-earth Martial arts are also trash, everything about you is trash."

He walked towards the old man step by step, "I will kill you, and then kill your beloved disciples, and put your heads in front of my martial arts gym to wash away my previous shame."

He casually picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it into pieces, "Look, your skills are inferior to others, and you can't beat me. Isn't this enough to prove that you are all trash?"

"Alero, I don't know where your power comes from, but you have to think clearly, no matter what secret recipe you use, the sudden power will have consequences."

The old man said hoarsely.

At the same time, a young man lying on the ground standing behind Aleiro secretly took out his mobile phone.

The next second, a palm covered his vision, and then he grabbed the phone in his hand.

Allero looked around with a smile, and crushed the phone directly. As the glass shards slipped from his fingertips, he laughed softly,

"If I see any of you making tricks to find the military police again, I'll crush his head like this."

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of madness.

All the youths on the ground were restrained by his aura and did not dare to move.

"Look," he sneered, "I say you're trash, right?"

He turned his face away and leaned against the nearest young man, his forehead was almost touching the young man's forehead,
"I'm going to kill you right away, do you dare to speak out?"

His smile became wider and wider, looking at the silent courtyard, "Do you dare to speak out?"

He kicked another young man at his feet and flew away. This time he didn't kick at the old man, but at the iron gate of the yard.

With a loud noise, the closed iron door was slammed open.

He grinned, "Who else?!"

drop--

A shrill siren sounded from behind him.

"Battery is low, please charge."

He turned his head abruptly, only to see a middle-earth boy in simple attire and carrying a black schoolbag, who looked like a student, was holding a mobile phone and staring blankly at the situation in the yard.

"There is another one who is not afraid of death,"

With a leap, his body jumped more than ten meters in an instant, and landed near the door.

"Stop it, that's not it!"

The old man leaning against the courtyard wall shouted quickly.

However, at this moment, Alleiro had already walked to the door, and looked at the boy with a smirk, "Then break your neck first!"

He waved his hands and grabbed them, and as soon as he grabbed them, there was a violent whistling sound of air passing through the air with his fingertips.

He Ao glanced at the man blankly.

He just came to ask for directions.

Although he was at a loss, his reaction was not slow.

This man was obviously the one who killed him directly.

With his free left hand, he directly took out the black pistol from his pocket, lifted it up, pressed it down, and lifted it up again.

Under the action of inertia, the sleeve was dislocated from the gun body and then restored, and the bullet was loaded.

The whole process only happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that the man didn't even see his movements clearly, then he raised his pistol and pointed it between the man's eyebrows.

Sir, times have changed.

boom--

Bright red blood spattered behind the man's head.

The weakened man fell forward, while He Ao took the opportunity to dodge to one side.

With a muffled sound, the man's body fell to the ground.

The entire yard was silent for a moment, and the injured people's hard breathing could be heard quietly.

He Ao just intentionally blocked the one-handed loading action with his body, so in the eyes of most people, it was this immature student-looking boy who raised his gun nervously, and then slammed the aggressive man into the air. head off.

But even so, this contrast is enough to shock everyone.

After all, the boy with the schoolbag looks like a good boy who won't cause trouble and obeys the law.

After a while, the old man against the wall came to his senses and asked a disciple to take He Ao in.

"Hello, I just came to ask for directions."

He Ao looked at the old man cautiously, he still held the pistol that killed the man in his hand, the people around watched him and retreated to the side, and the injured people on the ground also looked at him nervously, "May I ask Chengde?" How to get to the martial arts hall?"

He speaks Chinese.

"This is Chengde Martial Arts Hall."

With the help of his disciples, the old man stood up with difficulty, covered his mouth and coughed, then glanced at the blood in his hand, raised his head to take a careful look at He Ao, and then at the pistol in He Ao's hand.

He seemed to realize something, and asked softly, "Are you Ye Cheng's nephew?"

Ye Cheng is Li Le's pseudonym, which is the name of the main character he randomly found in a novel.

"Well," He Ao nodded, "Are you Uncle Hong Long?"

Then he hesitated, "You are a little older than I imagined."

"Hahaha," Hong Long laughed when he heard this sentence, "Ye Cheng and I have been friends for a long time. I came to Xitu in my middle age."

He signaled the disciples who were still able to move to contact the vehicle and the hospital, and sent all the wounded disciples on the ground to the hospital. Then he turned his head and looked at He Ao, "I'm sorry, something happened in the hall today, I scared you."

"it's okay no problem."

He Ao waved his hand with the gun, causing the people next to him to take two steps back. He glanced at the blood on Hong Long's body and asked cautiously, "How is your injury?"

"A little skin injury," Hong Long shook his head with a smile, "My apprentice has already contacted the doctors at the nearby hospital, and an ambulance will come over later, wait until it's all right."

Then he looked at the thing in He Ao's hand, "Your gun?"

"Oh, oh," He Ao seemed to have just realized that he first opened the safety, unloaded the magazine, and unloaded the gun. His movements were not proficient, but they were not unfamiliar either.
"Uncle Ye Cheng gave it to me. He said that he doesn't do much research on this here. He has self-defense. I often play some games with shooting functions, so I use a little gun."

Hong Long smiled and nodded without saying anything.

He invited Ho Ao into the back room.

In the hall of the back room, there is a plaque that reads "Chengde Martial Arts Museum". The plaque is written in three languages. The upper part is Middle-earth language, and the second is Tiya language. The bottom part is not recognized, it should be the Republic of Ruodan native language.

"Uncle Hong Long, why is this sign hanging so inside?"

He Ao looked around and asked softly.

"This place is not very friendly to us Chinese people," Hong Long was helped to sit on the chair,
"Especially those who teach local martial arts, feel that we have robbed them of their jobs by coming here, and often come up to kick the hall, trying to mess up our business and drive us away, so our place is not officially open yet, and we are only relying on friends' introductions. Recruit some disciples.

"However, those newly recruited disciples were sent away by me when Alleiro first arrived today. Now all the disciples left in the yard are disciples who have followed me for many years, and some of them have followed me from other countries."

Speaking of this, he sighed a little.

Even though I feel uncomfortable with the injuries of these disciples, I also feel uncomfortable for the negative effects caused by frequent kicks.

There was such a serious bloody incident here today, I am afraid that some of the students who had originally signed up would not dare to come again.

"But think about the good," Hong Long smiled, "When we get our reputation out, the business will be easy."

Then he sighed again, "However, in the past, they always clicked until they hit the gym, and they would not hurt people, and they would not do such a deadly move, and I did not kill them..."

After all, the times have changed now, and it is not the era of casual killing. Even though the situation in the Jordan Republic has been turbulent recently, there is still a basic order.

Hearing these words, He Ao fell into short thought.

The man he killed just now was obviously a transcendent, or a transcendent who had just awakened not long ago.

But the other party's state is a bit wrong. Obviously, he didn't control his own power well, and there was already a tendency to go crazy.

And judging from the information that He Aozi saw in the research institute, the transcendental beings who have just awakened in the main world are generally in a relatively stable state, unlike the dungeon world, which will lose control from the moment they step on the path of transcendence risks of.

Something is changing in this world.

On the way here, Yang De once sent He Ao some information about the location where the relic channel was opened.

It was mentioned that the concentration of supernatural energy will be higher than that of the outside world at the location where the relic channel is about to open, and it is easier to awaken supernatural beings nearby, and it is easier to produce strange things.

It looks like the power of the relic is leaking along this passage.

Therefore, the concentration of extraordinary energy in Ellen City should be higher than that of the outside world.

But with the increase in the concentration of extraordinary energy in the entire world, Ellen City at this moment may not be the future of the main world.

He Ao raised his head and chatted with Hong Long about other things. Hong Long also told He Ao where the room he arranged for He Ao was.

While He Ao and Hong Long were chatting, the ambulance and military police also arrived.

The Republic of Jordan did not have a police force in the kingdom era, and the post of police officer was added after the Republic era, but it only carried out some municipal management and road traffic work, and the important cases were basically investigated and maintained by the military police.

After the military police arrived at the scene, they first questioned He Ao, Hong Long, and the surrounding disciples about the situation. With the testimony of many people, it proved that Allero did intentionally hurt at that time.

Then Hong Long chatted alone with the leaders of the military police for a while.

Then the head of the gendarmerie came back with his pockets bulging.

These gendarmes were all able to speak Teiya, and after this 'chat alone', their attitudes changed a lot, and they even chatted with He Ao for a while while cleaning up.

In chatting with these gendarmes, He Ao learned that Alleiro had no background, and only had a small martial arts school with no business at all, and all he did was doing odd jobs and running errands. In a word, he was an underground thug.

He is often employed by that kind of big martial arts gymnasium to take on some of these kicking gymnasium jobs, or go to certain places to smash other people's venues and collect some protection fees.

These gendarmes are also very familiar with Aleiro. After this guy was beaten out by Hong Long last time, the surrounding martial arts gyms thought he was really bad, so they didn't hire him. It is said that they didn't even get the full salary.

He didn't dare to be angry with those big martial arts halls, so he could only resent Hong Long, which led to what happened today.

In the end, the gendarmes issued a verbal warning to He Ao, asking him to find a time to reapply for a gun license, and then carried Aleiro's body and left.

Most of the wounded in the yard were taken away, and even Hong Long got into the ambulance.

"During the time I was hospitalized, please take care of the martial arts hall for me."

Hong Long, who was sitting in the ambulance, said slowly, "This happened, there should be nothing in the martial arts hall recently, just pay attention to the thieves nearby, I will trouble you."

Most of Hong Long's disciples who could fight were injured, and the rest were only some staff employed by the martial arts gym, and some disciples who were not very strong and did not play. These disciples were all nearby and had to go home at night .

"It's okay," He Ao shook his head, "I was going to rent here, please spend so much money on me."

"Don't say that," Hong Long said hastily, "Without you, we might all die here today."

After some pleasantries, the ambulance drove away slowly.

The whole yard became deserted again.

He Ao knew that Hong Long probably guessed his possible identity, so he kept covering for him.

After all, Hong Long had guessed Li Le's identity, and it was not difficult to associate it along this level.

It's just that Hong Long didn't enter the extraordinary world, and probably didn't know the existence of the research institute, so he probably just thought they were from a special department.

But He Ao didn't want to hide it from the beginning, he always needs the cooperation of someone who is familiar with the local conditions when he is here.

For example, he can't do 'chat alone'. The local military police are not familiar with him, and they won't 'chat' with him rashly.

The rest of the disciples began to clean up and remove the blood, which was arranged by Hong Long.

He Ao walked into the house and was going to see the room that Hong Long had prepared for him.

At this time, a disciple hurried in and shouted a few times tremblingly, He Ao.

He chattered a lot, but He Ao didn't understand a word.

"Ok?"

He Ao turned around and took out his mobile phone, clicked on the translation software, "Speak slowly."

"Little master, someone came to kick the gym again!!!"

The disciple's voice trembled a little, as if he was a little afraid of He Ao.

"Ok?"

He Ao was taken aback for a moment, it's endless, right?

He asked softly, "What kind?"

Hearing this question, the disciple thought about it for a while and quickly answered,
"Quite good looking."

Ho:?
(End of this chapter)