"Today, I am going to kill this old guy. If any of you want to come up, please come up together."

In the empty courtyard, a tall man with brown hair shouted loudly.

In front of this strong man were a group of young men wearing gray training uniforms lying on the ground.

The corners of their mouths were more or less stained with blood, and they looked at the burly man with fear and surprise on their faces.

Behind these young men was a middle-earth man who looked to be in his fifties and half lying on the ground.

The man's body was already covered in blood. He gasped hard and tried to lift his body up from the ground, but he tried several times and failed.

Behind him were some young people huddled in the corner.

They were obviously frightened by this scene, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"Old guy, aren't your Middle-earth martial arts skills amazing?"

The burly man laughed ferociously and kicked away a young man lying next to him.

The young man flew out and hit the old man.

The old man quickly reached out his hand and caught the flying young man to prevent him from hitting the wall.

And when he made this move, he was carried away by the young man and flew out, slamming into the wall.

Accompanied by a muffled sound.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"master."

The young man raised his body with difficulty and asked with concern.

"I'm fine."

The old man shook his head and wiped the blood from his mouth.

He raised his head and looked at the burly man, "Alero, you were the one who came to play and was defeated by me. I didn't hurt you at all, so why did you rush to kill them all?"

"Did I kill them all?"

Allero laughed and said, he kicked a young man on the side again, and kicked the young man out, "I just came here to prove that you are a waste, and these disciples you taught are also waste, your Middle-earth

Martial arts are also useless, and everything you have is useless."

He walked towards the old man step by step, "I will kill you, then kill your beloved disciples, and place your heads in front of my martial arts hall to wash away my previous shame."

He casually picked up a stone on the ground and crushed it into pieces. "Look, your skills are inferior to others. You can't beat me. Isn't this enough to prove that you are all useless?"

"Alero, I don't know where your power comes from, but you have to think clearly, no matter what secret recipe you use, you will have to bear the consequences of the sudden power."

The old man said hoarsely.

At the same time, a young man lying on the ground standing behind Allero secretly took out his mobile phone.

The next second, a palm covered his field of vision, and then suddenly grabbed the phone in his hand.

Allero smiled and looked around, then crushed the phone to pieces. As the glass shards slipped from his fingertips, he chuckled,

"If I see any of you making small moves to find the military police again, I will crush his forehead like this."

His voice was hoarse and a little crazy.

The young people on the ground were all restrained by his momentum and did not dare to move.

"Look," he sneered, "do you have any problem with me calling you trash?"

He turned his face away and leaned against the young man nearest him, his forehead almost touching the young man's forehead.

"I'm going to kill you soon, do you dare to say a word?"

His smile grew wider and wider, looking at the silent courtyard, "Do you dare to make a sound?"

He kicked another young man at his feet away. This time he did not kick towards the old man, but towards the iron gate of the yard.

With a loud noise, the closed iron door was slammed open.

He laughed ferociously, "Who else?!"

drop--

A shrill alarm sounded from behind him.

"Battery is low, please charge."

He turned his head suddenly and saw a middle-earth boy who looked like a student wearing simple clothes and carrying a black schoolbag. He was holding a mobile phone and staring blankly at the situation in the yard.

"There is another one who is not afraid of death,"

He jumped up and jumped more than ten meters in an instant, landing near the door.

"Stop, that's not it!"

The old man leaning against the courtyard wall shouted quickly.

However, Allero had already walked to the door at this moment, looking at the young man with a ferocious smile, "Then I'll break your neck first!"

He waved his hands and grasped, and as soon as he grabbed it, there was a violent whistling sound in the air as his fingertips passed through the gas.

He Ao glanced at this man blankly.

He just came to ask for directions.

Although he was confused, his reaction was not slow.

This man obviously killed him directly.

He took out the black pistol directly from his pocket with his free left hand, lifted it up, pressed it, and lifted it again.

Under the action of inertia, the sleeve and the gun body were misaligned and then restored, loading the bullet.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that the man didn't see his movements clearly. Then he raised the pistol and aimed it between the man's eyebrows.

Sir, times have changed.

boom--

Bright red blood sputtered on the back of the man's head.

The man who lost strength fell forward, and He Ao took the opportunity to move to one side.

With a muffled sound, the man's body fell to the ground.

The entire courtyard was silent for an instant, and the labored breathing of the injured could be heard quietly.

He Ao had just deliberately blocked the action of loading with one hand with his body, so in most people's eyes, it was this young boy who looked like a young student who nervously raised the gun, and then with a bang, he blew up the aggressive man.

Head.

But even so, this contrast is enough to shock everyone.

After all, the boy with the schoolbag looks like a good, law-abiding kid who won't cause trouble.

After a while, the old man leaning against the wall realized what he was doing and asked a disciple to bring He Ao in.

"Hello, I'm just here to ask for directions."

He Ao looked at the old man with some restraint. He still held the pistol that killed the man in his hand. People around him looked at him and moved away. The injured people on the ground also looked at him nervously, "Excuse me, Chengde

How to get to the martial arts school?”

He spoke Chinese dialect.

"This is the Chengde Martial Arts School."

The old man stood up with difficulty with the help of his disciples. He covered his mouth and coughed, then glanced at the blood in his hands, raised his head and took a careful look at He Ao, and then at the pistol in He Ao's hand.

He seemed to realize something and asked softly, "Are you Ye Cheng's nephew?"

Ye Cheng is Li Le's pseudonym, the name of the protagonist he randomly found from a novel.

"Well," He Ao nodded, "Are you Uncle Hong Long?"

Then he hesitated and said, "You are a little older than I thought."

"Hahaha," Hong Long laughed when he heard this, "Ye Cheng and I have been friends for many years. I only came to Xitu in my late middle age."

He signaled the disciples who could still move to contact the vehicle and the hospital, and sent all the injured disciples on the ground to the hospital. Then he turned back and looked at He Ao, "I'm sorry, something happened in the hall today, and I scared you."

"it's okay no problem."

He Ao waved his hand when he picked up the gun, making the person next to him take two steps back in fright. He glanced at the blood on Hong Long's body and asked carefully, "How are you injured?"

"A little skin injury," Hong Long smiled and shook his head, "My apprentice has contacted the doctor at the nearby hospital. An ambulance will be here shortly. It will be fine after a while."

Then he looked at the guy in He Ao's hand, "What's your gun?"

"Oh," He Ao seemed to have just realized it. He opened the safety first, ejected the magazine, and unloaded the gun. His movements were not considered skillful, but they were not unfamiliar either.

"Uncle Ye Cheng gave this to me. He said that people don't check this much here. It can be used for self-defense. I often play games with shooting functions, so I use a few guns."

Hong Long smiled and nodded without saying anything.

He invited He Ao into the back room.
To be continued...