The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"Who is instigating you?" Chen Zhouhang ignored the provocation/provocation, and quickly cut to the topic.

The little yellow hair seemed to have heard some big joke, exchanged glances with the people behind him, and laughed more and more wildly, "We have rules, just collect money and do things, regardless of your personal grievances, I want to know when you get out from here, Of course you have to be able to climb out..."

It's still the rules, a few low-ranking bastards really think that they are from the underworld, Bai Lin secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, and remained vigilant on his face, staring at any possible exits, in case someone would sneak attack.

"That depends on who climbed out." Chen Zhouhang moved so fast that he didn't even know when he moved. In the blink of an eye, the person was already in front of him. A few punches with the hammer, and a slight flick. People lying on the ground and crawling can't even get up. Ouch.

"Follow me." The yellow-haired gangster was frightened by Chen Zhouhang's actions, but he had to do things after taking the money. He still didn't believe that this guy with such a small face could beat five.

The truth is sometimes so cruel. In less than three to five minutes, four people had crawled on the ground holding their stomachs. Oh, the leader of the yellow-haired gangster is now held against the wall by Chen Zhouhang's sleeve, and his right hand is fisted to the flesh, and the fist has already penetrated. I don't care about the bleeding.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, his excitement reached its peak, punch after punch, the opponent didn't even have the strength to scream.

As early as the beginning, Bai Lin was placed in a safe place, where he could see the whole process without being affected. Chen Zhouhang acted fiercely, seeing that if he continued to fight, he would cause death. He glanced at the corridor on the right and rushed suddenly. Make a figure.

A cold light flashed, and the visitor seemed to be holding a knife in his right hand, aiming at Chen Zhouhang.

"Be careful!" Without caring about anything, Bai Lin immediately rushed forward and hugged Chen Zhouhang, but the expected pain did not come. It turned out that at the moment Bai Lin uttered the sound, Chen Zhouhang seemed to sense something, threw away the little yellow hair and turned around. Bai Lin guarded behind him.

Pricking, it was the sound of clothes being punctured.

The air became quiet at this moment, and everyone stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, not because of how bloody and terrifying the scene was, on the contrary, there was not even a trace of blood where the blade entered, and the clothes were still clean and tidy.

Cheng Hao stared at Chen Zhouhang's face in horror, his hand holding the knife kept shaking.

How could it be possible, how could it be possible that there was no blood in the stabbing, and his subordinates pulled out the knife vigorously, and there was no scene of blood splashing all over the sky as imagined, except for the punctured clothes reminding what happened just now.

For the rest it was as if nothing had happened.

"You didn't bleed? How is this possible?" Cheng Hao couldn't help trembling, the knife fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no blood on the white blade.

"It's... a monster!" The little yellow hair lying on the ground screamed, dragging his injured body and trying to escape, with a long trail of blood trailing behind him, he didn't care about taking money or doing things twice, Thinking of the scene just now, I shuddered.

What else could it be but a monster that wouldn't bleed? I knew that he would never agree to this for those thousands of dollars.

At the same time, the noise of police cars passed by, getting closer and closer to the alley, until three uniformed policemen got out of the car, Bai Lin pulled Chen Zhouhang up and ran away as if thinking of something.