I am the devil

Chapter 3

Red Light Street is really full of red lights.

The velvet-like university sets off those neon windows more softly.

Chen Ran pedaled hard to ride the donkey upside down.

"It's time for me to train my legs again." He always comforted himself at this time.

While earning money, it can also be regarded as strengthening the body.

Most of their peers who are not athletically gifted are either skinny and powerless.Either he is fat all over his body, and his face is covered with waves when he is slapped.

Like Chen Ran, there are not many people with strong muscles.

Seeing his classmates harrying about their pussies, Chen Ran didn't take it seriously.

A good youth is not spent on study or life, but is wasted by the so-called entertainers touted by the media, it is simply...

If he didn't have to bear the burden of life prematurely, Chen Ran believed that he would not waste his good youth on these meaningless things.

But if it is an if after all, who knows if it really happens, will he stick to his original intention?

"Oh!"

On the quiet red light street, a dull explosion suddenly erupted.

The sound was like an explosion, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

The velvet-like snowflakes that were falling quietly suddenly became agitated.

Chen Ran stepped on the brake pedal.

Just in front of him on the left, the window of a shop suddenly burst open.

A tall figure flew upside down from the window and slammed into the cement road on the street.

The snowflakes that had just fallen on the street hadn't been compacted yet, and when they were hit by his huge impact, layers of snow waves flew up instantly, like a snowburst.

The tall figure hit the ground, struggled a few times, and let out a wail that was not a human voice.

Chen Ran could see clearly that one of the man's legs was bent strangely, obviously broken.

Fortunately, it was late at night and there were few cars and people.

Otherwise, just now, any new street killer who met would be able to send the wailing big man back to grandma's house.

"Fuck me..."

A burst of screams and bursts of dirty curses broke the originally quiet and peaceful street in an instant.

"Smelly bitch, will I show you a face?"

"Oh fuck." Following this miserable howl, there was another dull crashing sound.

"Whoa."

A fat figure smashed the other side of the window and flew out of the shop.

It seemed that the opening was opened wider, and the noise from inside the shop came from the shop.

There are women's cries, men's roars, and confusing voices of persuasion.

"bump."

There was another crash, which seemed even more dull.

This time, the explosive power also seems to be greater.

A thin figure flew out of the shop, but this time he didn't fly out backwards, but turned his face outward.

Chen Ran found that he could capture every subtle movement and even expression of this skinny man from a long distance.

The thin man's expression was exaggerated, and his whole body flew like a slow motion in a movie shooting method.

Judging from the shocking waves on his emaciated face, the force of this blow was definitely not light.

"boom."

The thin man directly hit Chen Ran in front of the donkey riding backwards.

The snow was smashed and flew up.

Chen Ran didn't look at the thin man who fainted immediately after landing, but his eyes fell on the opposite side, in the broken window on the street.

In that window, he felt a breath.

This feeling is very strange, it seems very familiar.

Almost at the same time, in his mind, the stone that had always existed in his mind seemed to start to dissolve.

As this melting feeling became stronger and stronger, Chen Ran's sense of the breath in the window became stronger and stronger.

"Snapped."

The shop door was knocked open.

The neon lights shattered all over the place, some went out directly, and some flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.

A scantily clad woman rushed out of the shop.

The seemingly solid glass door was shattered by her impact.

The shards of glass just scratched the short skirt she relied on to cover her body.

On the leaked skin, there was no wound at all.

Cold wind, heavy snow, freezing cold.

The red hip-wrapping skirt worn by the woman looks extremely coquettish in this snowy color.

"Grab this bitch and don't let her get away."

"Fucking..."

"I don't even ask, is brother Jingliujie easy to provoke!" A man with a flat head chased him out, and beside him, four or five men with table legs and chairs in their hands followed closely, facing the woman, as if Facing the enemy in general.

"Brother Qing, give me some face, let me talk to Xiaohong, let her accompany Brother Qing..." The shop is a hair salon, and the owner is a middle-aged man, jogging and talking with an apologetic smile.

"Get lost, brother is going to kill this bitch today." Brother Qing kicked the boss away.

The boss fell aside, not daring to provoke the gangster in front of him.He didn't dare to offend that hair-washing girl named Xiaohong.

He saw just now that Xiao Hong suddenly exploded and sent the three elders flying.

The owner of the shampoo room was in a daze, thinking that he had entered a dream.

Xiao Hong, who was usually bullied by Brother Qing, has always been submissive, but today she is like a martial arts possessed, this is not true, not true.

While the boss slapped himself, he hoped that he would wake up from his dream soon.

If someone died in his store, I'm afraid this business will not be able to continue.How much income is two to three hundred thousand a year!

The gangsters immediately surrounded Xiaohong.

"Fuck her, don't live today." Brother Qing yelled through the smell of alcohol.

Those little brothers of his turned the legs of the table as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and the corner of the chair smashed over.

Chen Ran clenched his fists, wanting a hero to save the beauty.

But he is a student after all, and it is no problem to hit three or four of the same students.Really facing this group of street gangsters, I don't know what to do.

The moment he hesitated, a red figure seemed to draw a seductive trace against the white background.

"boom."

The eyes of the man holding the corner of the chair blurred, and Xiao Hong kicked him in the stomach.The whole person flew out backwards.

In the process of flying backwards, he also saw that Qi Gen was stuck in his stomach but he didn't hate Tiangao.Then there is the impact, the fall.

His consciousness faded quickly, and he died.

An ordinary hair-washing girl, she kicked a big and round man to death with one kick.

This must be a dream!

"It feels so familiar." In Chen Ran's eyes, Xiao Hong's movements didn't seem to be that fast.

What he saw seemed to be that the man holding the corner of the chair had sent his stomach to Hentian Gao by himself.

"Why are they all so slow?" Chen Ran wondered.

"That's a cruel bitch." Brother Qing growled, swung his hand, and skillfully turned a butterfly knife a few times, and charged directly at Xiaohong.

The few remaining people also picked up the things in their hands and smashed them at Xiaohong.

After all, Xiaohong is a hair-washing girl. The sudden increase in strength allowed her to knock down several strong men unexpectedly.

But in the face of this group of street gangsters who mainly fight, seeing the tables, chairs, benches, and knives come together, I also feel a little flustered.

In an instant, several blows landed on her body.

Amidst the siege of the crowd, Brother Qing's butterfly knife stabbed into Xiaohong's back without a sound.

This kid was really anxious by Xiao Hong, and wanted to kill him with a single blow.

Just as his knife was about to land on the back of Xiao Hong's heart, a siren sounded and approached in the distance.

Brother Qing hesitated for a moment.

At this time, Xiao Hong discovered Brother Qing's knife.

She reached out and grabbed Brother Qing's arm holding the knife.

He twisted his hands tightly.

Brother Qing let out a pitiful howl like killing a pig, and a forearm connected to his palm was unexpectedly twisted off by Xiao Hong.

The blood flowed for a long time, which was particularly dazzling in the flying velvet snow.

With a flick of Xiaohong's hand, Brother Qing's arm flew out with a whistling like a bullet.

In his hand, he still held the butterfly knife.

With a knife in his arm, he flew directly towards Chen Ran.

This kind of flying speed, even a Sanda master can't avoid it.

But in Chen Ran's eyes, the flying knife and arm seemed extremely slow.

He calmly pushed the donkey forward, and the arm flew past him, and fell directly into the snow, and the butterfly knife was deeply inserted into the concrete ground.