Bulwark of Light

Chapter 99
Gu Shen was not drunk.

He was sober all the time.

So, from the moment they appeared to the time when they stopped, he could hear every word and even every word of the group of people on the street very clearly.

The man surrounded by the crowd can be seen from the bright clothes, this is definitely not someone who lives in the old city... he must be a big man who is pampered in the core area of ​​the metropolis, because between the lines in his words, the lines in his eyes , all revealed contempt, belittlement, and disdain for the bottom-level people.

It's just that this kind of person is not the first that Gu Shen has seen.

What is this... humiliation, abuse, ridicule?
If you care, it counts.

But Gu Shen never cared, he didn't have the time, energy, or capital to care.

So just treat it as if someone put some bullshit in the ear, and it will dissipate automatically when the wind blows.

He patted the crow on the back calmly, "Let's go."

"and many more……"

Song Ci, who was wearing a heavy motorcycle helmet, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The alcohol from the lion's sober wine spread all over his body and rushed straight to the sky. He was dizzy. What did you say? Did you scold us?"

The crow's voice is loud and rough.

This voice immediately attracted the other side's attention.

"..."

The cowboy old man narrowed his eyes and let out a puff of smoke leisurely.

Just now in the abandoned factory building, he was always suppressed by a higher level of extraordinary power, which made him simmer with anger, and now he happened to see a drunk who spoke rudely to him...

He silently picked up the shotgun and walked towards the drunk duo over there.

Zhao Qi smiled and did not stop him.

Now he is not in a hurry to go on his way, he folded his hands, and leaned against the wall leisurely, with a faint smile on his face, quietly waiting for the next good show to take place... Cleaning up garbage, beating wild dogs, such things he disdains Don't do it, just because it will get your hands dirty.

Gu Shen frowned, calmly watching the figure approaching from the far side of the alley.

As expected of Dadu, there are everyone. This cowboy man with a pipe in his mouth does not hide the big shotgun on his shoulder... That big gun gives him an extremely strong sense of oppression, and the blaze between his eyebrows even There is a strong urge to surface.

Got in trouble.

"Tsk tsk... Transcendent..."

Even in a state of drunkenness, the fighting consciousness in the deepest part of Crow's heart is still clear. He is a man in his bones. Even if he is drunk to the point of unconsciousness, he will never forget the instincts of fighting and fighting.

The cowboy frowned. In his opinion, the image of himself carrying a shotgun is enough to deter most drunks.

I believe that when the barrel of one's own gun is placed on the opponent's head, even a drunk who has drunk a ton of alcohol will instantly wake up.

He raised his gun.

The silent muzzle of the gun was pressed against the blunt motorcycle helmet.

"Aha... dude... don't point that thing at me..."

Unexpectedly, even with the shotgun on his head, the drunk man on the opposite side remained calm, and instead reminded him in a friendly voice: "The Eastern Continent Federation has a clear rule that good citizens are not allowed to wear guns on the streets."

The cowboy said coldly, "Do you think I'm a good citizen?"

"Well... makes sense."

The crow stretched out his hand to hold the barrel of the gun, slowly moved it aside, and said softly in a lazy tone, "Is it filled with 12-gauge red and silver bullets? But don't let it go off. Just kidding with you...you will die."

The cowboy was taken aback.

From the moment the crow's fingers touched the barrel, a huge pressure spread from the barrel to his whole body.

It was as if a pair of big hands were pressing down on his shoulders, and the heavy pressure made him feel like he was in a quagmire. The finger resting on the trigger could not move even a millimeter... No, not only could he not pull the trigger, he felt Even breathing became difficult.

Heck!

He looked at the man in front of him in horror, but he could only see the drunken but smiling eyes in the motorcycle helmet.

This is a transcendent...and an extremely strong transcendent!
The behavior of the cowboy, in the eyes of his friends on the other side of the alley, there is nothing unusual.

The big gun is already on the head of the drunk, what else could be wrong?
The crow tremblingly stretched out a finger, pointing at the man surrounded by crowds in the distance, drinking too much alcohol is really bad, the image of that guy was blurred in his eyes, he pointed a few times, but he didn’t know if he was there right.

Song Ci muttered vaguely: "Remember what I just said? That guy must be a big shot, and it would be really cool to punch him in the face."

Gu Shen looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Want to fight?" Crow grinned, and he suggested in a low voice with a guilty conscience, "The kind that runs away after the fight."

There is an inexplicable charm about a person like Crow. He will run like an ostrich in the old town wearing flip-flops, and will smash the teeth of the person who slandered him with his fist.

He lives in a well-ordered metropolis, but what he does deviates from these rules and regulations.

Since this environment cannot be changed, then simply use your own actual actions to raise a big middle finger to the people at the top of most pyramids.

A punch in the face of the big man.

It wasn't just a few teeth that shattered.

Rather, it is a high-ranking rule.

Gu Shen was silent for a moment, when the old cowboy came, perhaps only within ten steps, he asked himself such a question.

Has there ever been a certain moment when I had the same urge as the crow, wanting to smash my fist into the face of some hated big shot?

Perhaps the lion sober is not useless.

At least at this moment, Gu Shen felt that a pair of eyes that had never been opened opened in his body, and the blood became hot and boiling, as if a lion had woken up in his body.

So the young man asked in a low voice: "Can you beat it?"

Crow happily responded: "Of course."

Gu Shen asked again: "Can I run away?"

The crow smiled heartily: "Of course!"

"So……"

Gu Shen said honestly, "I want to try."

The moment the voice fell to the ground.

The crow squatted down suddenly, and punched the cowboy man on the chin with a heavy blow. At this moment, the trigger of the shotgun was struck with great difficulty. A loud noise broke the silence of the long night, and the large bullet that roared out of the barrel missed Shifting the original trajectory, brushing Song Ci's motorcycle helmet and whizzing across, directly blasted the street lamp beside the alley to pieces, fragments of the light cover flew all over the sky, a man flew up like a sandbag, blood and teeth spurted out, and the cover Pieces of debris fell down one after another.

This scene stunned Zhao Qi, as well as the accompanying Transcendents.

"boarding."

The crow straddled the motorcycle, the accelerator was screwed to the ground, and the off-road tires roared furiously on the ground, like a wild horse that might run free at any time. Gu Shen reacted extremely quickly, and turned over the moment the crow opened his mouth. In the back seat, with the shattered and scattered lights, the front half of the frame of the red motorcycle with huge horsepower was raised high, and it hit the small wall at the end of the street——

"Quick—protect—"

Zhao Qi's voice just spoke.

The word "I" has not yet been exported.

There was only a huge black shadow left in front of my eyes.

It was a huge heavy motorcycle, covering almost all of Zhao Qi's field of vision.

The speed at which all this happened was too fast. No one would have thought that a drunken alcoholic could plan such a precise course of action on the premise of clearly finding the direction. The next moment, he was kicked backwards by the drunk man on the motorcycle. This kick was more powerful than the red and silver bullets of the shotgun. The entire wall on one side of the alley was smashed down. The person has lost consciousness, and half of his body is embedded in the broken wall.

Recalling what happened to the cowboy earlier, everyone was stunned. Mr. Zhao said that the drunk was a wild dog, but now it seems that this is an out-and-out mad dog.

So a funny and ironic scene appeared——

The "loyal" guards brought by Mr. Zhao who traveled to the old city at night, almost no one dared to take their lives to stop the motorcycle at a critical juncture.

One after another figures were thrown flying.

When you meet in a narrow alley, the brave wins, and if you want to quit, you are not worthy to win this duel in a narrow alley!
In the end, only the lonely and helpless Zhao Qi was left, watching the huge black shadow pressing down with anger, horror, and fear...

In front of his eyes, a fist finally appeared.

To his heart's rejoicing, it wasn't the fist of the drunk mad dog that was as big as a sandbag, but the young man on the back seat of the motorcycle... that young man whose face was full of simplicity, kindness, and eagerness to try.

Some things are irresistible, you can only choose to accept...

This young man's fist doesn't look very big, so it shouldn't hurt that much, right?
"Boom"!
Zhao Qi felt as if his cheek had been hit by a heavy hammer, and all his consciousness had been gouged out of his body. He seemed to be able to feel the trembling of his bones and the twitching of his facial muscles.

The fist is not big.

But very hard.

I seemed to fly, at least with my feet off the ground.

Flying lightly.

fell heavily.

The noisy long street ushered in a long silence amidst the last gasp of the gas pedal. Amidst the angry scolding voices of the residents in the old city, two mad dogs galloped away.

"how do you feel?!"

Song Ci screwed up the accelerator, twisted his body, and whistled happily, celebrating the victory of this carnival.

The old city in the middle of the night has been left far behind. The broken alley lights and old mottled walls are all hidden in the night. The motorcycle drives to the desolate suburbs. The silence here seems to be paradise.

The young man sitting in the back seat did not respond for a long time.

Gu Shen just looked at his fist silently, there were some blood stains on the fist... These are not his own, but belong to that rich son.

He used blazing fire to wrap his fist.

Before he did it, he considered the troubles that might be caused by punching. The flames burned the biological breath, crow's vomit, and inadvertently left fingerprints.

Hit, ran, never to be seen again.

"You're right..."

Gu Shen exhaled lightly, and said with a smile, "It's really fun to beat the powerful."

(End of this chapter)