palm blade

At two o'clock in the morning, a heavy rain had just ended. Mu Zixing watched Xin Wen come out of the hospital from a distance through the car window, then walked briskly around the puddles on the road, and entered a fast food restaurant across the road.

Looking at his appearance, Mu Zixing knew that Lei Shao should not be in danger, and the injury was even milder than he expected, otherwise Xin Wen would definitely not be able to eat right now, so why would he want to stroll out to eat.

Silently calculating the power of his sniper rifle, Mu Zixing pursed his lips. Lei Shao must have been wearing a body armor or something.

The fact is just as he thought, when Lei Shao went out at night, a few of his confidants were afraid of being attacked on the road, so they begged him to put a bulletproof vest on his body.

As a result, he was vigilant and all the way was safe and sound. When he arrived at his door, the tense nerves just relaxed when Mu Zixing's bullets pierced through the night and roared towards him.

"Fortunately, it's a small-caliber warhead, and it didn't cause too much damage when it stayed in the body."

A young man with a cropped head wiped the cold sweat from his head, watched the nurse replace Lei Shao with a new bottle, then remembered something, turned around and asked his companion, "How is Zhuang Shi?"

"I was also admitted to the intensive care unit. The injury is relatively serious. It is estimated that it will be postponed for three to five months." Another young man wearing rimless glasses said.

Cun Tou sighed, "Before he fell into a coma, Mr. said to suppress what happened tonight, and don't let the news out."

"I've already told you to go down, but the whereabouts of Brother Xing and Shiliu are still missing." Glasses said.

In the car, Mu Zixing turned between his fingers, took out the only bullet in the Glock pistol in his hand, put it in his pocket, and then started the engine expressionlessly. Lei Shao is not dead, and he will not need this bullet for the time being.

The light and shadow of the neon lights outside the window quickly receded from his eyes, Mu Zixing pursed his lips, turned the steering wheel suddenly, and headed towards the most chaotic neighborhood in the south of the city.

He parked the car at the entrance of an alley, then walked a while, and kicked open a very inconspicuous iron gate embedded in the brick wall.

The iron gate is connected to a section of stairs leading to the ground, and there is a glass door under the stairs, which leads to a large billiard hall.

"Yo! Brother Xing?" The short and fat man sitting in the blue plastic chair who was playing cards with a cigarette dangling from his mouth was stunned when he turned his head, then his eyes widened suddenly, and he immediately got up to greet him.

"How did you have time to come?"

Mu Zixing nodded, refused the offered cigarette, and said, "Is there a game tonight?"

"Yes," the chunky man looked at him and asked tentatively, "Do you want to bet on winning or losing or go up and play two games?"

"Play." Mu Zixing said.

The man nodded and said very politely, "Then I'll take you there."

Mu Zixing followed the short and fat man to the back of the billiard hall, walked a little further, and when he opened a door, the scene in front of him had already changed.

Whistling, shouting, cursing, screaming... All kinds of messy sounds rushed towards the two men who were fighting to the death on the central stage.

This is an underground black boxing arena. Mu Zixing glanced at the stage. The thin man was almost unable to hold on, and the match would be over in 3 minutes.

"Brother Xing, if you are ready, you can be next."

Mu Zixing nodded, walked around the crowd and walked down the stage.

After 2 minutes, the winner was decided on the stage. The referee raised the hands of the winner and the audience cheered, while the loser was lying on the ground, obviously exhaled more and breathed less.

After the stage was cleared, Mu Zixing grabbed the rope and jumped onto the stage nimbly.

When the audience below saw such a thin and handsome young man, they were silent for a moment, and then booed immediately.

Mu Zixing ignored the booing at the scene, just stood in the middle of the stage with downcast eyes and waited silently.

Not long after, a flower-armed man with a green dragon tattooed on each arm came onto the stage. He looked at Mu Zixing and said in a rough voice, "Hey, little boy, you didn't go to the wrong set, did you? You know I This fist goes down..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Zixing raised his head, and the flower-armed man raised his fist to meet his dark eyes, and suddenly shut his mouth.

"Can we start?" Mu Zixing asked.

The words were polite, but there was no mercy in the strike. When the fist hit the flesh of the opponent, all the restraint in Mu Zixing's body collapsed.

After leaving Lei's house, for the past two days, he has been in a strange calm, with nothing in his mind, empty.

Until tonight, with the first bullet fired, the heart-pounding hatred began to grow wildly in the body.

Another person fell down, Mu Zixing stood up, shook the blood from his hands, his black eyes stared coldly at the people present, and asked hoarsely, "Who is coming?"

The nearby audience was caught by his aura and subconsciously took half a step back.

The originally handsome eyebrows of the young people on the stage were now filled with an uncontrollable strong hostility. They watched and understood that this person seemed to be here purely to vent.

Seven people had already been crippled, and Mu Zixing was unharmed except for his shortness of breath.

The contestants who were going to play looked at each other, and they all saw timidity in each other's eyes. Someone swallowed and said, "Let's forget it."

However, the more people who fell in front, the higher the accumulated bonuses would be. Some people still couldn't help but get on the ring.

The tyranny seemed to control Mu Zixing's whole being. He punched his opponent irrationally, and the blood splashed on his face seemed to boil the hatred in his heart.

Mu Zixing's eyes were filled with blood.

In the past five years, he never got Lei Shao's eyes.

Later, he suddenly got the favor of that person, and he walked on eggshells every day, for fear that everything would be an empty dream.

It was that person who used gentleness and patience to convince him little by little that everything he had was real and made him look forward to the future.

But now, he let him lose everything!

You can try to trust me.

This sentence that once touched his heart has become a great irony.

The sudden sharp whistle brought Mu Zixing back to reality. Someone rushed to catch up and said in fear, "Brother Xing, if you continue to fight, you will die. Please give me a way out!"

Mu Zixing didn't move, the adrenaline soared so fast that his ears were buzzing, and his temples seemed to have been pierced by steel needles... After a long while, his eyes gradually regained clarity.

"I don't want the bonus, I will give it to them as compensation."

Mu Zixing closed his eyes, let go of the hand holding the man's collar, and said when he got up, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Then he got off the ring and left the underground arena.

When he got outside, Mu Zixing took a pack of cigarettes from the counter in the billiard room.

With the first breath in his lungs, he choked up tears all over his face.

Mu Zixing raised his head, and took another deep breath like self-torture. He knew that he was in the ring just now, and what he punched smashed was the gentle smiling face of the most cherished and most important person in his heart.