In the days when Xiongying was undercover [Comprehensive]

In the remote and quiet alleys of the slums, there were bursts of muffled sounds of fist-to-body clashes, mixed with the sound of male screams.

In this not-so-spacious alley, a unilateral abuse is going on right now.

The 'little girl' in dusty and shabby clothes kicked the boy next to her in the stomach fiercely, her long black hair that reached the ground was thrown up with the movement, leaving tiny bruises on the wall. scratches.

At Boltz's feet, lay a dozen or so men in tattered clothes, ranging in age from teens to 30s, with messy hairstyles. Compared with the "girl" standing there intact, these people are really Somewhat miserable.

Not to mention muddy and dirty all over, even the ground was covered with splashed blood.

If it weren't for Boltz's mercy, these people probably wouldn't be able to get out of this alley alive.

"So weak." Boltz looked at the bloody hands and frowned in distress. He lifted his long hair and found that his hair, which he had just done in the morning, was covered with dust and blood.

"A bunch of trash."

There were stains on his feet, and Boltz was looking for something to wipe off the sticky dirt, but he couldn't find anything, so he had to give up and rub the men on the ground, let his feet It won't be that dirty.

Boltz finished wiping his feet, ignored the people lying on the ground, raised his feet and stepped over them, picked up a bag of food that was put aside, and his flexible but absolutely sharp long hair was being pressed over again There were bloodstains cut off from the person.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, Boltz suddenly remembered something, turned around again, and asked inside the alley, "Is there any water near here?"

None of the half-dead men lying on the ground spoke. Boltz waited for a while, and found that he was still ignored. He frowned, and stepped on the neck of the man lying at his feet: "Speak .”

The man who was pointed at by the sword trembled suddenly, and tears spewed from his face that had been beaten into a pig's head: "There is no drinking water around here!"

Boltz needed water, but instead of drinking, he washed his hair. His hair was stained with dust and blood, and it was so sticky that Boltz wanted to cut off all his long hair.

It was okay before, at least I don't have to worry about dirty hair, even if it is dirty, I can go to the sea to wash it, but here... there seems to be no water.

After getting the answer, Boltz withdrew his feet, shook off his blood-stained hair in disgust, turned and left.

The people lying on the ground got up when they saw Boltz left. Some of them were so badly injured that their bones were broken in two, and they couldn't even walk.

This is deadly in the winter in the slums.

There is no food to fill the stomach, and no medicine to heal the wound. Whether it can survive this winter is still a question.

The streets beyond the alley were also dirty and dilapidated, and rustling sounds could be heard in the leaky houses, and Boltz even saw people inside.

Boltz wiped his face, his eyes were a little scary.

In the winter of January, it is very rare to see people like Boltz with legs and arms exposed, let alone Boltz who can barely be called clean. Although his clothes are a bit worn out, they are clean.

The cold wind like a knife is flying in the air with garbage.Boltz doesn't feel the cold, but the quality of sunlight in winter is not high, and his ability to absorb sunlight in winter is very poor. Now he is terribly sleepy, and he can't wait to find a place to sleep until next spring.

But no.

"need any help?"

Footsteps sounded on the street, and Boltz looked in the direction of the sound.

The young man walking from the side of the road was wearing a light-colored windbreaker, with a dark plaid scarf around his neck, his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, his short reddish-brown hair was blown up by the wind, and he could be called a handsome face With a gentle smile on his face.

The man stopped a few steps away from Boltz. He looked at Boltz who stood in the middle of the road and was out of touch with this world. He extended his hand to him: "My name is Sakunosuke Oda."

A gust of wind blew, and Boltz's long hair that reached the ground was lifted by the wind, and the fire color refracted in the sunlight was amazingly beautiful.Oda Sakunosuke looked at the 'little girl' and narrowed his eyes, his whole body tensed up.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't forget how fierce that little girl was when she fought. The fighting style was very rough. It looked like no one had taught it, but it was a fighting style honed in life and death.

Her eyes are like her past self, so lonely that she is out of tune with the whole world.

A leopard cub with sharp claws was pretending to be fierce towards him.

Boltz ignored this inexplicable person, he just looked back and turned to leave.

Not long after he came here, the food he was carrying in his hand could be said to be extremely plentiful in the slums. Here, food can only be obtained by robbing, or it can be exchanged with the body.

Boltz is obviously not used to the rules here. His appearance is quite noticeable in the slums. He has no self-consciousness at all. He is not looking for food for himself, but for the two people who are currently teaming up with him.

The name is weird, but it doesn't matter.

Boltz came to a place far away from where they lived this time, so few people here knew him, and there were strange people who didn't know him at all who came to strike up a conversation.

Yin said that this kind of person just needs to hide. He has always had bad intentions, and talking to him is either coveting his face or coveting his body.

If this kind of stalker is stalking, he will hit him, and if he can't be beaten, he will run away.

Including Boltz who joined recently, there are a small group of ten people.

Today's Boltz has gained a lot, which should be enough for so many of them for a while. As for the person behind him, Boltz pretends that he has never seen it.

"Ignore me..." Odasaku saw that Boltz didn't want to talk to him, so he didn't catch up.The children who can live in the slums are not as simple as they seem. Boltz, who can easily defeat those adults, is the fresh blood that must be absorbed if he is seen by other port mafia.

That child should not have stepped into the dark.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Odasaku ran two steps and followed behind Boltz: "Want to follow me?"

Boltz couldn't even think of him not existing at this moment, he stopped, turned around and punched Odasaku in the stomach.

Odasaku's ability allowed him to see what happened five seconds later, he would be hit by Boltz's punch, and then fly out and hit the house behind——

This kid has great strength.

Oda Tsukuru turned sideways, and he easily dodged the fierce punch that could shatter a person's internal organs. Boltz was a little surprised. He punched fast and fiercely. He originally thought that this man Those who couldn't escape, who knew that they could escape.

Boltz didn't believe in evil, and he punched a few more times. Who knew that Oda Saku dodged all of them and didn't hurt him at all.

Oda Saku was also secretly startled, there was no other reason, but because of those few blows by Boltz, if he was really hit, he would be both immortal and injured.

If this kid joins the port mafia, he will definitely become the kind of person who kills without batting an eyelid.

"Do you want to leave with me and leave the slums?" Odasaku asked again.

Boltz didn't continue to fight this time, but took a deep look at Odasaku, turned around and ran away.

His figure disappeared from Odasaku's eyes in the blink of an eye. When he ran away, Odasaku didn't let Odasaku realize that his life was in danger, so the supernatural power was not triggered, and Odasaku didn't even have time to stop Boltz. Boltz ran away.

If Boltz attacked him at that speed just now, even if he had the ability to predict the future for five seconds, he might not be able to dodge all of them.

Is it the awakening of a power-related supernatural power?

Boltz easily got rid of the man who came to talk to him out of nowhere, and returned to the place where they had lived all along. He said that the place where they lived was not right, that is, the place where they gathered and slept together. This kind of shelter in winter is simply looking for death.

But there was no one here.

Obviously I was there when I left in the morning, even if I went out to find food, I would leave one or two people here to prevent someone from occupying the magpie's nest.

It's not like he left by himself.

Boltz looked at the traces of struggle and dragging on the ground, as well as the fast blood that had condensed in winter, and followed the traces to find the corpse.

The corpses of a total of seven people were piled up in a dark corner in a mess, and no one even cared about them.

There are countless people who die in the slums every day. Those adults only speak out when their own interests are violated, and they don't care what others do.

Fortunately, Akutagawa and Silver are not in it.

Where did you go?

escaped?