Gu Shen was not drunk.

He was sober throughout.

Therefore, from the moment they appeared to the moment they stopped, he heard every word and even every word spoken by the group of people on the street.

The man who was surrounded by people could tell from his bright clothes that he was definitely not someone living in the old city... He must be a dignified man living in the heart of the metropolis, because he read between the lines and looked at his eyebrows. , all reveal contempt, belittling, and contempt for people at the bottom.

It's just that this is the first person Gu Shen has met.

What is this... humiliation, abuse, ridicule?

If you care, then forget it.

But Gu Shen never cared. He had no time, no energy, and no capital to care.

So just think of it as if someone is letting shit next to your ears for a while, and it will automatically disperse when the wind blows.

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

"etc……"

Song Ci, who was wearing a heavy motorcycle helmet, finally managed to catch his breath. The alcohol from the sobering up spread all over his body and went straight to Tianling. He was dizzy. He held on to the wall before he managed to straighten up: "This hanging man just What did you say? Did you scold us?"

The crow's voice is loud and rough.

This sound immediately attracted the attention of the other party.

"..."

The old cowboy man narrowed his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Just now in the abandoned factory, he was always suppressed by higher-level extraordinary powers, which made him feel angry in his heart. Now he happened to see a drunkard who spoke rudely to him...

He silently shouldered the shotgun and walked towards the drunken duo over there.

Zhao Qi smiled and did not stop him.

Now he is no longer in a hurry. He folds his arms and leans against the wall leisurely. With a faint smile on his face, he quietly waits for the next good show to take place... Cleaning up garbage and beating up wild dogs, this kind of thing is something he doesn't despise. Just do it because it will make your hands dirty.

Gu Shen frowned and looked calmly at the figure approaching from the far end of the alley.

As expected of Dadu, everyone has everyone. This cowboy man with a pipe in his mouth makes no secret of the big shotgun he carries on his shoulder... That big gun gives him an extremely powerful sense of oppression, and the blazing fire between his eyebrows even There is a strong urge to emerge.

Got into trouble.

"Tsk tsk...a transcendent one..."

Even in a drunken state, the deepest sense of fighting in Crow's heart is still clear. He is a common man at heart. Even if he is drunk to the point of unconsciousness, he will not forget the instinct of fighting and fighting.

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

I believe that when the barrel of your gun is pressed against the opponent's head, even a drunkard who has drunk a ton of wine will wake up instantly.

He raised his gun.

The silent muzzle of the gun pressed against the stiff motorcycle helmet.

"Aha... man... don't point this thing at me..."

Unexpectedly, even with a shotgun pressed against his head, the drunk man opposite remained calm. Instead, he reminded in a friendly voice: "The Dongzhou Federation has clear regulations that good citizens are not allowed to wear guns on the streets."

The cowboy said coldly: "Do you think I am a good citizen?"

"Well...that makes sense."

Crow stretched out his hand to hold the barrel of the gun, slowly moved it aside, and said softly in a lazy tone, "This is filled with 12-gauge red and silver bullets, right? Be sure not to misfire. If this shot goes down, I won't do it." I'm kidding you... someone will die."

The cowboy was startled.

From the moment Crow's fingers touched the barrel of the gun, a huge pressure spread inch by inch, spreading from the barrel to his whole body.

It was as if a pair of big hands were holding down his shoulders. The heavy pressure made him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire. The finger on the trigger could not move even a millimeter... No, not only could he not pull the trigger, he felt that he

Even breathing became difficult.

Damn it!

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 an extraordinary person...and an extremely powerful extraordinary person!

In the eyes of his accomplices across the alley, the cowboy's actions were nothing unusual.

The big gun has been pressed against the drunk man's head, what else could happen?

The crow tremblingly stretched out a finger and pointed at the man who was surrounded by crowds in the distance. Drinking too much wine was indeed not good. The image of that guy was blurry in his eyes. He pointed it several times, but he didn’t know if it was there.

Point to right.

Song Ci muttered vaguely: "Do you still remember what I just said? That guy must be a big shot. It will definitely be very satisfying 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 just runs away after the fight."

There is an inexplicable charm about people like Crow. He will wear flip-flops and run like an ostrich in the old city, and he will smash the teeth of the person who slanders him with his fists.

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 actual actions to raise a big middle finger to the people at the top of the Dadu pyramid.

Punch the big shot in the face.

It wasn't just a few teeth that were broken.

It's a rule from above.

Gu Shen was silent for a moment. When the old cowboy walked over, perhaps only ten steps away, he asked himself this question.

Have you ever had the same impulse as a crow at a certain moment, wanting to smash your fist into the face of a big shot that you deeply hate?

Maybe sobering up a lion 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, his blood became hot and boiling, and it was like a lion had woken up in his body.

So the young man asked softly: "Can you beat me?"

The crow responded happily: "Of course."

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

Crow smiled heartily and said: "Of course!"

"So……"

Gu Shen said honestly: "I want to give it a try."

The moment the words fell.

Crow suddenly squatted down and punched the cowboy man on the chin. The trigger of the shotgun clicked with great difficulty at this moment. A loud noise broke the silence of the long night, and the large bullet roared out of the barrel.

Moved the original track and wiped

Song Ci's motorcycle helmet whizzed past, directly blasting the street lamp beside the alley into pieces. The fragments of the lamp cover were flying in the sky. A man flew up like a sandbag, blood and teeth spurted out, and debris from the lamp cover flew down.

This scene shocked Zhao Qi and the accompanying extraordinary beings.

"Get in the car."

Crow sat astride the motorcycle, tightened the accelerator, and the off-road tires roared angrily on the ground, like a wild horse that could run away at any time. Gu Shen reacted very quickly, and turned over and sat down the moment Crow opened his mouth.

In the back seat, accompanied by the broken and scattered lights, the front half of the huge-horsepower red motorcycle was raised high and hit the small wall at the corner of the alley——

"Quick - protect -"

Zhao Qi's voice just spoke.

The word "I" has not been spoken yet.

All that was left in front of him was a huge black shadow.

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

All this happened so fast. No one would have thought that a drunkard could plan such a precise course of action after clearly finding the direction. Someone pulled out a long knife from his waist and prepared to fight back, but

In the next moment, he was kicked by a drunkard on a motorcycle and sent flying backwards. The power of this kick was even greater than the red and silver bullets of a shotgun. The entire wall on one side of the alley was blown down. He drew his knife.

The man had lost consciousness and half of his body was embedded in the broken wall.

Recalling the fate of the cowboy earlier, everyone was shocked. Mr. Zhao said that the drunkard was a wild dog, but now it seems that he is an out-and-out mad dog.

Then a funny and ironic scene appeared——

Mr. Zhao, who was traveling at night in the old city, brought with him "loyal" guards. At the critical moment, almost no one dared to risk his life to stop the motorcycle. The high-pitched roar of the motorcycle was advancing in a destructive manner.

One after another, figures were beaten and thrown away.

When we meet in a narrow alley, the brave will win. If you want to retreat, you are not worthy of winning this duel in a narrow alley!

In the end, only Zhao Qi was left alone and helpless, looking at the huge black shadow pressing down with anger, horror and fear...

In front of his eyes, a fist finally appeared.

What made him feel lucky was that this was not the punch the size of a punch bag from that drunkard and crazy dog, but the young man from the back seat of the motorcycle...the young man whose face was filled with simplicity, kindness, and eagerness to try.
To be continued...