When Fang Cheng and others rushed to the back door of the warehouse, a dozen bosozokus had already blocked them on motorcycles.
Except for the female high school student who could barely maintain her composure, the others were already full of panic and fear.
The female high school student was only calm on the surface, still holding Fang Cheng's clothes tightly with one hand.
No wonder they were so scared. In the suburbs where government management was not in place, all kinds of evil forces were rampant and bosozos were lawless. It was common for people to lose their lives.
A man with a mohawk stopped his motorcycle, put one foot on the ground, lit a cigarette, and asked with a smile: "Hey, boy, what are you doing hiding here with a group of women at night?"
The other bosozokus used motorcycles to circle Fang Cheng and others, laughing and making strange noises from time to time, admiring their shivering appearance.
Fang Cheng ignored the mohawk and asked Kanzaki Rin: "How long until the vampire arrives?"
"It'll be there soon!"
Kanzaki Rin's voice revealed an indescribable solemnity.
The vampires are gone and coming back over there, and there is a group of lawless thugs here.
And Fang Cheng is still dragging along a bunch of burdens.
The situation suddenly became so dangerous that all the countermeasures previously formulated were completely useless.
Because no matter how bad the situation Kanzaki Rin presets, it will not be like this.
"What are you going to do?"
"Cold salad."
The mohawk's question was completely ignored, and the boy on the side immediately jumped out: "Hey kid, why are you pretending to be mute? Didn't you hear what the boss said?"
Fang Cheng then raised his head and looked over: "What are you going to do?"
All eyes were focused on the Mohawk. He was the boss of these thugs, and he could only make the decision.
The mohawk has finished smoking a cigarette.
He flicked the cigarette butt and ordered in a nonchalant tone: "Kill the men and leave the women to be happy."
"oh!!"
The mob immediately cheered in unison for the boss's decision.
The women were almost paralyzed on the ground with fear, and some of them were already crying.
They had just escaped from the tiger's den, and before they saw the light, they immediately fell into the wolf's den again.
"Wait a moment!"
Fang Cheng suddenly raised his hand and said loudly: "I have something to say."
Everyone's eyes focused on him, wanting to see what else this kid could say in such a situation.
Even Kanzaki Rin, who was hiding in the car, was listening attentively, wanting to know how Fang Cheng could solve the current dangerous predicament.
With everyone watching, Fang Cheng spread his hands and said with a smile: "Why don't you kill the woman and let the man stay and be happy with you?"
The scene instantly became silent.
Not to mention thugs, even the people around Fang Cheng looked at him in stunned silence.
The boy next to the mohawk whispered: "Hey, this seems like a good idea..."
Before he finished speaking, he was slapped hard on the head by Mohawk: "What do you mean, do you want to send you to the Cowherd's shop to have a good time?"
The other thugs immediately burst into laughter.
The boy was very embarrassed and immediately vented his anger on Fang Cheng: "Hey, are you kidding us?"
While speaking, he took out a dagger from his body and threw it at Fang Cheng.
The female high school student screamed in fright and quickly protected Shota with her hands.
Fang Cheng raised his hand to catch the flying dagger, and then took a deep breath.
He could already smell the smell of blood that was quickly getting stronger in the air.
Fang Cheng's move did not scare the thugs, but they burst into laughter again.
"Hey, Kansai-chan, your skills are not good enough."
"There is no strength at all, even a high school brat can catch it."
"That's right, it's really embarrassing for our Night King group. You have to apologize, haha."
"It's better to work in Cowherd's shop."
Kansai Zai, who threw the dagger, quickly blushed.
He didn't dare to get angry at his companions, so he could only yell, turn the accelerator sharply, and lift with both hands.
The motorcycle roared like a beast, and the front of the motorcycle was lifted up by Guan Xizai, and it jumped out of the crowd and sped towards Fang Cheng.
The women screamed, but they did not dare to run and could only huddle tightly behind Fang Cheng.
The female high school student tried to pull Fang Cheng away, but before she could pull, Guan Xizi's motorcycle lost its balance and fell to the ground with a bang.
Guan Xizi rolled far away, and finally fell to the ground on his back, with a dagger in his chest that pierced his heart.
The scene became dead silent again.
The thugs looked at Guan Xizi's body and then at Fang Cheng, who had empty hands, their eyes showing confusion.
None of them could see clearly when Fang Cheng took action.
The mohawk was lighting a cigarette when his movements suddenly stopped.
He stared at Fang Cheng, his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth sank, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.
"Don't you smell blood?"
Fang Cheng slapped his nose with his hand: "It stinks."
These words instantly angered the thugs, who all thought Fang Cheng was provoking them.
"You bastard..."
The mohawk instantly crushed the cigarette in his hand. Just as he was about to order his subordinates to rush forward, his voice suddenly stopped.
Beside him, there was a thin middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat.
This middle-aged man has pale skin and deep-set eye sockets. His eyes are so deep black that the whites of his eyes are almost invisible.
At first glance, it looks like a ghost, lifeless.
The mohawk turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man beside him, feeling that all the hairs on his body stood on end, and a chill surged up from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, other people also noticed this middle-aged man who suddenly appeared.
The smell of urine instantly filled the air, and among the people behind Fang Cheng, someone was so frightened that they became incontinent.
After the middle-aged man appeared, they crowded tightly behind Fang Cheng, not daring to raise their heads and trembling like small animals.
The female high school student also pointed at the middle-aged man with a trembling finger. Her face was pale and her mouth was opened, but she couldn't even say a word.
"Hey! Who are you Baga Yalu?"
"Get away from the boss quickly!"
The thugs thought the mohawk was threatened and started shouting.
The middle-aged man completely ignored the shouts of the thugs and only stared at Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng also stared at him. There was no one else in their eyes but each other.
"Shut up, everyone!"
The mohawk suddenly let out an angry roar, stopping the thugs from shouting.
He was the closest to the middle-aged man, and he could best sense from a biological instinct how terrifying the middle-aged man in front of him was, as if he could fall over in the wind.
Living in this world where monsters are rampant is impossible without some common sense.
The mohawk tried his best to sound calm, but he still couldn't help but trembling: "Your Excellency, what's wrong with you...?"
The middle-aged man slowly turned his head to look at him, showing a kind smile.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay."
Before Mohawk could even breathe a sigh of relief, he felt himself flying up and his vision became dizzy.
When it fell to the ground, Mohawk could still see his headless body sitting on the motorcycle, with blood spurting out from his neck.
