The Road to Slaying God

Seeing the vast gathering of gangsters carrying various weapons, Brother Diao felt like he was riding a tiger.

Now, he finally felt the feeling of being on thin ice as a superior.

Anyone who is in a position of power will have huge psychological pressure, a sense of urgency at all times, fear of being surpassed, and fear of encountering a powerful opponent.

What depresses the superior most is this kind of thing, a meaningless fight. If you don't show up, your subordinates will gradually become dissatisfied. When the dissatisfaction accumulates to a certain level, it will easily explode.

Obviously, this is a risky investment.

When encountering this kind of thing, if you beat your opponent to death with a stick and get a large sum of money, everyone will naturally be happy. Both the actual interests and prestige will rise linearly. However, if he encounters a powerful opponent, then his efforts will be greatly reduced. All efforts before the meeting were in vain.

Seeing that the opponent leaves no room for action and cuts off hands and feet at every turn, it is obvious that the opponent is a master of martial arts and not a kind person.

However, what reassures Brother Diao is that the other party seems to have scruples. In the face of a strong advantage, he did not ask for compensation, but ran away in a panic. This reassured Brother Diao a lot.

Of course, what makes Brother Diao feel most at ease is the "guy" in his waist, which gives him confidence.

Unable to help himself, Brother Diao touched the pistol that exuded a cold aura in his waist. This was the pistol that kept him alive. This pistol had been with him for some years. It was the May 4th style and had strong recoil. It was inaccurate. However, Brother Diao was not sure about this. The guy has feelings, so most of the time, he will let his subordinates carry him. At critical moments, he will carry it with him.

Of course, the "guys" are rarely used. They mainly have a few five-shot rifles with shortened barrels. In a firefight, this kind of thing is the most lethal weapon. Many times, these "guys" are very intimidating when displayed, and the battle is absolutely won, usually without a fight...

A practitioner!

"snort!"

Brother Diao let out a heavy hum, and a cruel look flashed in his eyes.

Is high martial arts useful?

Brother Diao remembered his experience of Pengci a long time ago, which was what Brother Diao had experienced at the train station three years ago. Pengci met a master who practiced Jiazi. The master was in his forties. He defeated him with his bare hands. There were more than a dozen brothers. As a result, Brother Diao and five others rushed over with kitchen knives. Under a flurry of knives, the master was cut all over with cuts and bruises...

Inexplicably, a strange smile appeared on Brother Diao's face, and he remembered a classic Internet language.

No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives!

The more [***] you wear, you’ll be knocked down with a brick!

…

People slowly gathered towards the hotel where Zhang Yang was staying.

There were many people, but it was very quiet. They went in in groups of twos and threes, as if there was nothing special. Some gangsters first controlled the hotel's monitoring room, and then kept an eye on the hotel's front desk. Almost every employee in the hotel was surrounded. With no manpower available, everything was carried out quietly and in an orderly manner.

Brother Diao doesn’t want to kill anyone, and Brother Diao doesn’t want to cause trouble. All Brother Diao has to do is to make the other party submit and lose money, which is enough. His job is to extort money, not to kill people and buy goods. In fact, Brother Diao doesn’t have to do it himself. , However, there is also a long-repressed desire lurking in his heart. He also likes to touch porcelain. He likes to see other people's panic, hatred, gnashing of teeth but helpless expressions. This greatly satisfies him deep in his heart. A perverted**.

He comes out to seek money. If the other party can pay a large sum of money and get over his addiction, Brother Diao will be fine. In fact, the key is money. If you give those who have lost their limbs and limbs every With hundreds of thousands of yuan per person, I guess they won’t cause trouble...

"Dong dong...!"

"Dong dong...!"

The four Zhang Yang people sitting in the hall looked at each other and saw that the real master was here. Judging from the regular knocks on the door, he was a person of high status, not impatient, not anxious, and very calm.

"Come on, sit down, sit down..."

It was Xiao Lizi who opened the door. Xiao Lizi opened the door with a smile on his face and a harmless expression, and let Brother Diao and a group of people come in. Brother Diao brought more than 20 people with him. This time, he dispatched nearly 200 people, most of whom People controlled the rooms of the drivers and black bodyguards, as well as hotel employees, to prevent them from calling the police. Clues showed that the main characters were all in this suite, so Zhang Yang's driver and bodyguards were not alarmed.

"Bang!" The door was gently closed, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of Brother Diao's mouth. This was the best effect. I thought I would go to a lot of trouble to enter this room, but unexpectedly, I just knocked on the door and came in. You know, Breaking and entering is still not a good idea. This legally constitutes the crime of breaking into a private house. Brother Diao is a good and law-abiding citizen and will never do anything illegal.

Immediately, Brother Diao felt something was wrong.

The room was so weird that it made people feel a little uneasy.

Four young people.

A guy with well-developed limbs was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, looking leisurely.

Another young man was actually trimming his nails with a sharp sword in his hand. His eyes were extremely focused and he didn't even raise his head. This reminded Brother Diao of the masters who trim their nails with sharp swords described in martial arts novels. The temperament and feel are very similar to that description.

The person who opened the door was a young man with an evil smile. After opening the door, he came to the side of another young man. This young man was very special, but Brother Diao didn't know what was so special. At this time, the young man's Keep your eyes on him.

A very bad feeling filled the air.

Very depressing.

Very dull!

Brother Diao did not say anything. He was waiting for the other party to speak. This was a tactic to exert psychological pressure. Often, when negotiating with an opponent, those who spoke first were those who lacked confidence. Of course, there were exceptions, that is, those who were too powerful to Ignoring the existence of opponents, many people will put forward conditions when opening their mouths. However, that is no longer negotiation, but a kind of domineering...

Obviously, Zhang Yang has reached the point of ignoring his opponents.

"Are you the boss?" Zhang Yang looked at Brother Diao with a pair of deep eyes, and Zhang Yang's words were full of irresistible domineering.

"Yes!" Brother Diao's heart skipped an inexplicable beat. As soon as this very ordinary young man spoke, people felt a sense of surrender, forcing him to answer.

"Sit!" Zhang Yang's eyes signaled Brother Diao to sit on a chair.

"You..." Brother Diao's eyes fell on the chair, and suddenly a wave of evil fire rose up. It was indeed a chair, but the four legs of the chair were broken, making it half shorter than a normal chair.

"sit down!"

Suddenly, Aze raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes flashed through the air like lightning.

Murderous intent!

The dozen or so people who entered the room shuddered, with chills running down their spines.

"Joke..." Brother Diao sneered. He is also the boss of the party. Although he has a strange feeling in his heart, he will never give up because of the fear in his heart. Otherwise, Brother Diao will not be Brother Diao, let alone Brother Diao. Perhaps having climbed to this position, his hands had already touched the coldness in his trouser pockets. The cold metal texture made him feel safe. He even imagined that several arrogant young people in front of him were already kneeling on his knees. My feet are shaking all over...

Brother Diao's voice was interrupted again. This time, it was not the voice that interrupted him, but the overwhelming murderous aura. In the midst of the lightning and flint, Aze's body was like a taut spring, and then suddenly straightened, his body A fleeting afterimage...

"Ah!" With a scream, Brother Diao's entire arm fell to the ground. The bloody arm was still holding an old May 4th-style pistol.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

At the moment Aze drew his sword, several rifles hidden in the crowd were loaded. However, Aze's speed was so fast that they had no time to pull the trigger. The cold light had already swept away. However, as if the elves at night were appearing and disappearing, the few people in front could not stop Aze's speed...

There was a moment of silence.

"ah!"

…

The screams were heart-stopping. Three rifles fell to the ground, followed by three bloody hands. At this time, Aze had returned to the chair where he was sitting, still trimming his nails. It was as if he had been sitting there all along.

"Don't make any noise!"

This voice was full of supreme authority. Immediately, the room fell into an extreme silence. In the oppressive silence, an atmosphere of terror filled the air crazily. More than ten people had frightened expressions on their faces, and those guys with severed hands Their faces were twisted and filled with suppressed pain. Obviously, they were trying to forcefully control their pain.

Looking at a group of stunned gangsters, Zhang Yang slowly stood up and slowly took Brother Diao's Type 54 pistol in his hand.

"Click" the gun loaded.

"What a gun!" Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire. Although this gun was old, it was well maintained.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yang took a pillow in his hand, walked to Brother Diao and squatted down, looking into Brother Diao's eyes lightly and asked.

"They all call me Brother Diao..." Brother Diao's eyes were filled with anger, and the anger of hatred made him forget his fear.

"Bang!"

The Type 54 pistol made a muffled sound, and the bullet hit Diao Ge's knee through the pillow. Because of the pillow, the gunshot was not loud.

"ah……"

Brother Diao screamed, but the scream stopped immediately because the May 4th pistol was pointed at his forehead.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yang asked softly again.

"Diao Zi, you all call me Diao Zi..." Brother Diao looked at the pistol playing in Zhang Yang's hand with fear. This young man was a devil. He fired without any warning. He had been tortured by this shot and lost his temper. , all there is is boundless fear.

"Haha, you are very smart. Go ahead and help me get the message out. The provincial capital is Brother Chun's territory. That's it, get out!"

Zhang Yang threw the pistol to the ground and slowly returned to the chair. He had a feeling of waning interest. He didn't have the slightest pleasure of conquering this kind of ordinary people. People like Diao Ge were like ants in front of him. Yes, will people feel happy after stepping on a few ants?

There was a moment of silence in the room, everyone looked at Zhang Yang with dull expressions.

"Brothers, hurry up and go to the hospital. This arm should be able to be reattached. Although it can't do heavy physical work, it still looks better, hehe..." Liu Biao said with a strange smile.

"Thank you..." Brother Diao endured the severe pain, picked up his arm, climbed up and walked out.

"Take the gun away too."

"..."

Suddenly, the atmosphere became solemn, and several gangsters with severed hands looked at Brother Diao. Obviously, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Brother Diao's heart was pounding. Finally, he slowly bent down and picked up the pistol. Just as he picked up the pistol, his mind was spinning. Finally, he honestly stuck the gun in his waist.

The door was opened and a group of people filed out.

"Diaozi." Zhang Yang shouted lightly.

"In..." Brother Diao's heart beat suddenly, and his body stiffened and he slowly turned around.

"You are a smart man. I am just telling you that the one with the gun is not necessarily the uncle. You are like an ant in front of me. As long as I am happy, I can kill you at any time, even if you run away to the ends of the world. I'll give you a way out. You go to Brother Chun now and say that you are willing to take refuge in him and ask him to give you a bite of food. Just say that Aze asked you to find him. Well, you just go with your hand, I guess. It won’t affect the treatment for a while, so go ahead!”

"yes!"

…

"Bang!" The door was closed gently, and there was a long silence in the room. Everyone was lost in thought.

Finally, Zhang Yang spoke.

"Liu Biao, how do you feel?" Zhang Yang sighed.

"I don't feel anything." Liu Biao was in a daze for a while, feeling very empty.

"Do you feel pleasure?" Zhang Yang looked at Liu Biao with extremely deep eyes.

"No." Liu Biao shook his head.

"Do you know why?" Zhang Yang smiled.

"I don't know. I used to feel very excited when I made trouble in the bar, and I also felt very excited when I beat people up. However, I don't feel that way today. In fact, I don't even have the guts to do it. ***, I Has this changed and become less of a man?"

Liu Biao stood up a little anxiously, crushed the teacup in his hand, and rubbed his hands together, and the teacup was turned into powder. The powder and water are like mud.

"It's very simple, because we are now masters. Real masters will feel lonely when they don't meet opponents. This is exactly the loneliness of masters described in martial arts novels. In fact, it is very It stands to reason that when a person reaches a certain level, he will lose interest in some ordinary people, and may even not want to associate with them.

"Yes, yes, that's the feeling. When I see these gangsters, I don't even want to do anything... By the way, Aze, how can you do it? Aren't you high... ah..."

Before Liu Biao finished his words, Aze's figure moved, and the sharp waist knife was already placed on Liu Biao's neck. There was still a trace of blood on the waist knife, which made Liu Biao shiver. It felt like there was a fish bone stuck in the throat.

"Brother Ze... I... I'm just saying, you don't need to use the knife, right?" Liu Biao backed away cautiously, and then let go of A Ze's heart-wrenching waist knife.

"Do you think I'm willing to take action?" The knife flashed with a dazzling flower in Aze's hand, and then suddenly disappeared.

"Aze felt that you had no fighting spirit, so he took action. Can't everyone just stop taking action and let the other party shoot them randomly?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Oh...that's it..." Liu Biao suddenly realized. No wonder Aze, who had always been low-key, was particularly aggressive today. It turned out that he had long sensed that he had no fighting spirit.

"It's boring to be public. For these little shrimps, it's fun to bully them occasionally, but it's boring to do serious things. By the way, do you have any goals? Damn it, it's really hard to live in a high place! I don’t want to ride the wind back home..."

Xiao Lizi walked around the room in annoyance. He thought the game he played today was very exciting, but when he got there, he lost interest at all. It was like a man being a prostitute. He ran to the game with great interest. I immediately regretted it after it was done. Of course, Xiao Lizi doesn't know what it feels like to be a prostitute.

"Yes. After we return to City C and settle things this time, we will start playing a game. First, we have to kill two people, two very powerful people."

"Who?" The three people's eyes lit up and they asked in unison.

"Two strong men!" Zhang Yang gave up a cold smile. Zhang Yang thought of the two strong men who were chasing the general. There is no doubt that they are the best hunting targets now.

"Two strong men?"

The three of them looked at Zhang Yang and gasped. Killing the strong man was such an ambitious goal. The three of them had never thought of killing a strong man. You must know that Zhang Yang and Xiao Lizi were the entry-level strong men, and According to some information, some of the powerful ones are old monsters that are more than a hundred years old, and some are even nearly two hundred years old, which shows how strong their skills are.

Besides, Aze and Liu Biao are still far away from being strong. It will definitely not take a day or two to break through to the realm of strong.

"Yes, strong men, we can only progress if we challenge strong men of the same level. Especially Aze and Liu Biao, they need pressure to improve their level. Although everyone has made rapid progress in martial arts in recent days, but , real improvement still depends on fighting, what we need is to strengthen ourselves in adversity, and the best shortcut is to challenge the strong, there is no strong person more suitable for us!"

"Yes, yes, challenge the strong!"

Liu Biao's eyes were full of fierce fighting spirit, and even Aze and Xiao Lizi's eyes were extremely bright. Obviously, Zhang Yang's crazy improvement plan made them feel excited.

Kill the strong man!

Let me ask, who in this world dares to say such crazy words easily? Obviously, few, even generals, would think of hunting down a strong man. Of course, this would exclude the sniper rifle formation that had been destroyed.

"Go to sleep, we will go to Noble City tomorrow to visit."

"Ah...sleep, sleep, no, you guys sleep, I practice, I practice...hehe..." Liu Biao had a silver smile on his face.

"Why don't you go to bed? It's only around four in the morning, very early." Xiao Lizi glanced out the window and said.

"Leave him alone, he is afraid that he will oversleep, and he wants to see Miss Xiaoqing early in the morning." Zhang Yang still didn't know Liu Biao's plan.

"Hehe... Zhang Yang still understands me..."

…

Liu Biao did not sleep this early in the morning. Before eight o'clock in the morning, Liu Biao woke Zhang Yang and the others up.

Several people hurriedly washed their faces and mouth and went straight to the noble car.

Along the way, Liu Biao sighed because all ten drivers were injured. Although they were not seriously injured, their noses were bruised and their faces were unsightly. The four of them could only take a taxi to Noble City. This made Liu Biao very depressed. All he had been thinking about was Driving a mighty motorcade to the Noble City to show off, you know, because a group of Brother Diao's men were disrupted from the original plan, suddenly, Liu Biao had the urge to kill Brother Diao, but unfortunately, Brother Diao is not around now... …

There are very few people on the pedestrian street in the morning. They are all people rushing to work.

The gate of Noble City was opened, and a group of girls were busy cleaning.

"Qingqing, here I come!" Liu Biao shouted as soon as he entered the door.

"Ah...Brother Biao, Brother Biao is here..."

The gentle and gentle Xiao Qing was brushing the dust at the cashier counter with a feather duster. Seeing Liu Biao appear, she immediately rushed out and hugged Liu Biao tightly. The two immediately hugged each other and started kissing as if no one else was watching. The group of girls around him were stunned.

"Zhang Yang."

While Zhang Yang was greeting a group of girls, Liu An ran out of the fitting room with an expression of surprise on his face.

"You're not going to work today?" Zhang Yang looked at Liu An's clothes. It was obvious that these were not work clothes.

"Ah..." Liu An suddenly blushed, pulled Zhang Yang and whispered: "My mother asked me to go home today. I have liked this outfit for a long time. I will borrow it for one day, just one day. Don't do it." Tell Wang Yan."

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless.

"Zhang Yang, are you busy now?" Liu An asked with a look in his eyes.

"No..." Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Biao, who was still hugging a ball.

"That's great, come on, you can also borrow a set of clothes to wear. Hehe, I think Wang Yan won't blame you if he knows you are the one who wore it..."

"But...my clothes are very good, why do I need to change them?"

"No, this is too low-end. I have a very important event today, so I must wear something more formal. My mother always bugs me every day, asking me to find a boyfriend. I lied to her and said I did, and she told me to bring a boyfriend today. Go home and take a look, or you will sever the mother-daughter relationship with me..."

"Ahem...what if I don't come?"

"I asked a male classmate to pretend. I don't know why, but he hasn't come yet. Now that you're here, it's yours..."

"It's better to wait for your male classmate." Zhang Yang felt something was inappropriate and quickly declined.

"I don't really think you are my boyfriend..." Liu An suddenly became depressed and looked at Zhang Yang with a resentful look.

"...Okay..." Zhang Yang sighed.

"Bo... Zhang Yang, thank you..." Liu An kissed Zhang Yang hard on the face, and happily picked an off-white suit for Zhang Yang. When she got the shirt, she hesitated. He still got it in his hand. Seeing Liu An's hesitation for a moment, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be touched. He had worked here and knew very well that a suit could be resold after being worn once, but a shirt could not be resold. Obviously, this shirt It was Liu An who was going to pay. It was very likely that Liu An's monthly salary would not be enough to buy this shirt.

Time seemed a little tight, so the two hurriedly changed their clothes and got into the taxi immediately.

"Zhang Yang, you bought these gifts for my mother. Remember, you must say that you run a big company, do foreign trade, are rich, and have a private car. Today is because the driver is sick. I just took a taxi..."

"Ahem...I..."

"Don't ask why, I tell you, my mother is very philistine. Remember, don't show off your flaws, don't make any noise, think about it first, imagine that you are a very rich young man, driving a big hotel." Multinational companies, it’s best to close your eyes and imagine, yes, that’s it…”

"..."

Zhang Yang sighed and closed his eyes, imagine, then imagine that I am rich! But, I already have money, why should I imagine that I have money?

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(To be continued)