A man in a burgundy tunic suit puts his hands together in front of a Buddha statue.
There was no fluctuation in his eyes, making it impossible to tell his emotions.
I took the incense from the boy next to me.
He bowed to the shrine.
"Alai, do you think it is the Buddha we worship, or the desires in our hearts?"
The boy named Alai had messy hair and most of his floral shirt was stained red with blood.
He knelt crookedly behind the man.
"Brother, I...I don't know, it should be desire, right?"
The man placed the incense firmly on the Buddhist altar.
He stood up and looked at Alai condescendingly.
"The KKK?"
Alai was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"That's the Sanzhu Gang."
Lighting a cigarette, the man pointed to the sandalwood on the Buddhist altar and sat on the stool.
"Before the incense disappears, I want to see people."
Several men in black suits behind him looked at each other, said nothing, turned and left the temple.
Only the man and Alai were left.
"Does it hurt?"
Alai gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay."
"Being beaten can be regarded as a long memory."
"..."
There is still a third of the fragrance left.
The man's men came back, and they also brought back a golden-haired boy whose hands and feet were tied tightly with restraints, and his mouth was covered with silver waterproof tape.
The man glanced at Alai.
"Can a guy like this beat you?"
"He's not the only one." Alai wanted to get up, but his wound was affected, and he grinned.
"Don't worry, if there is one, there will be two."
The man gestured to his mouth and asked his men to take off the mask on the golden retriever's mouth.
"I'll fuck your mother!"
Golden Retriever was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of bloody spit at the man.
The man did not dodge or avoid, letting the spit fall on him.
The furious men were stopped by the man.
The way the man looked at the golden retriever could even be said to be gentle.
"Left hand or right hand?"
"What? Don't expect me to betray my friends!"
The man took out the handkerchief in his arms, wiped the blood on the golden hair's head, and then covered his eyes.
"It's okay, you'll be fine soon, don't be afraid...it may hurt a little, take a deep breath..."
"ah!!!"
The golden hair screamed in an inhuman voice.
The index finger of his left hand was cut off by a man using a cigar cutter.
The bones were not completely broken, and the nerves connected to the flesh doubled Huang Mao's pain.
The man took off his handkerchief but still looked calm.
"Left hand or right hand?"
"I said I said I said."
Huang Mao was already crying bitterly.
"President Cui asked me to do it. He doesn't care about my business. It's really none of my business."
"Maybe you didn't understand me. Let me ask you, left hand or right hand."
Huang Mao no longer had the heroic spirit he had just now, and his whole body was trembling.
"I was wrong...ah!!!"
Under the gloomy sky, it finally started to rain.
It seems to be to wash away the dirty blood in front of the Buddhist altar.
There are two hands in front of the Buddhist niche.
They were placed in a folded position and devoutly erected in front of the Buddha statue.
Bloody and ridiculous.
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Zone H.
Sanzhu gang leader.
Chen Mo had a look of astonishment on his face when he drove over.
Someone beat him to the death of those killed by the Sanzhu Gang.
Even President Cui, the boss of the Sanzhu Gang, was pinned to the ground and rubbed by a man in a burgundy tunic suit in the photo Lu Anran provided him.
President Cui had sharp knives in both hands.
The men in Chinese tunic suits also suffered heavy losses, and only three of the men in black suits behind them were still standing.
The wounds on two of them were obviously fatal, and their ability to stand up was just a flashback.
The man stared at Chen Mo.
"From the Sanzhu Gang?"
Chen Mo shook his head.
"Come to destroy the Sanzhu Gang?"
Chen Mo nodded.
"That's a friend." The man breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat on the ground: "Sorry, I was too quick. There is no one in the Sanzhu Gang who can kill."
The Sanzhu Gang, like the 6K, are gangs all over the planet Rose.
This man's crazy behavior is tantamount to putting himself on the Sanzhu Gang's most wanted list.
But seeing as he was able to destroy the Sanzhu Gang headquarters in District H with six black suits, he must not be an ordinary person.
Chen Mo didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.
He ran over in anger, and his opponent died without doing anything.
It was like a punch hitting cotton, with no point of application of force at all.
"Friend, let's have a cigarette." Some blood oozed from the man's chest, dyeing the burgundy tunic even redder.
Chen Mo threw over a box of cigarettes from his home planet.
The man put his nose down and sniffed, and his eyes lit up.
"Good stuff, stuff from the home planet?"
Chen Mo nodded and prepared to drive away. After thinking about it, he pointed to the place where blood was oozing from the man's chest: "That's a vein, not an artery. If you don't go to the hospital, you will die from hemorrhagic shock in fifteen minutes."
"Fuck you." The man cursed and stood up, kicking the uninjured man next to him: "You are still a fucking medical student. If you didn't tell me earlier, I would have thought you were so fucking heroic."
"Boss, you didn't even ask."
The law enforcement agency's alarm bell rang in the distance.
The man wiped President Cui's neck with a backhand knife, cut a piece of cloth from the president's clothes, covered it on his chest, and looked at Chen Mo.
"Friend, can you take Duan Lu to the hospital? No, it's best to go to a private clinic. These bastards will definitely be looking for me all over the world in a while."
Chen Mo regretfully said that he did not know where there was a private clinic.
"In this way, just find me a safe place and I can sew the wound myself. Since you can trouble Sanzhu, you must have a good background. If you can help me pick up someone, I will definitely thank you very much afterwards."
Chen Mo thought this person was quite interesting and nodded.
The man held his bleeding chest and got into Chen Mo's car: "I haven't asked yet what to call him."
"Chen Mo."
"Good name...eh? Are you that Chen Mo?!"
"What that?"
"Is it the one where the headline says you died heroically?"
Chen Mo couldn't laugh or cry.
"it's me."
"I know that no matter where you are, I can't believe what you say." The man spit out blood-stained spit: "You won't just drag me to the law enforcement agency, will you?"
"...If you don't believe it, get off the car."
"When we meet for the first time, please bear with me if I say the wrong thing. I just say it when I think about it. Don't be angry." The man dragged the three half-dead men into the car: "I will give you the blood in the car later. deal with."
Chen Mo was speechless, but as the law enforcement bell was getting closer and closer, he still pulled a few people back to the White Rock Bar.
When I saw Chen Mo coming back with four wounded people, the bar was in a mess.
Just as Chen Mo had judged before, the two seriously injured black suits died not long after they returned.
The man and his men survived Luna's simple surgery.
This man was quite tough. The needles used to sew clothes caused wounds. His face turned pale in pain and he had a cold sweat on his head, but he didn't say a word.
Not long after, the fierce man picked up the man's younger brother Alai.
The man cupped his hands in front of Chen Mo and said feebly: "Thank you, brother."
Chen Mo handed the man a cigarette.
"It's my turn to ask you what you call me."
"The surname is Yan and the name is success."
