Bai Lang doesn't want to cause trouble, but things will come to provoke Bai Lang. This may be the fate of the protagonist.
He lives in the suburbs of Bangkok. There are more than 400 Buddhist temples in this city, and he is not far from a Buddhist temple. It is not as prosperous as the urban area, and the Buddhist temples only serve the surrounding believers, so the area is not very large.
It's not big, but the courtyards and gardens of the Buddhist temple are still quite big. Bailang practices martial arts here on weekdays, but the movement is not as big as it was in Lanzhou. At this time, he has reached the end of his cultivation in this world, so the reason why he is still here
Getting up early every day to practice is just to maintain your will.
If you just want to exercise your body, Xiao Zhoutian's internal strength, which can now roam around, can completely stimulate every tendon. At this stage, humans can exercise their bodies by shaking their muscles like tigers and leopards. Now Bailang's training is looking for inspiration.
Looking for various inspirations to integrate his own martial arts - although he has integrated the internal and external strength of the Thirty-two-way Changquan and the Golden Bell. However, you cannot find inspiration without practicing boxing. You will naturally find it after practicing a thousand times.
New feeling - this is what Bailang thinks.
After about half a year of such a stable life, Bai Lang also felt an ominous feeling in his heart on this day. "It's strange, how can I feel something in my heart? Something doesn't feel right... Anyway, change the place!" Bai Lang thought
It was necessary for him to change his living place. After tidying up, he opened the door and walked out not far. After tapping his forefoot in vain, Bailang quickly performed Flying on the Grass and floated out diagonally behind him.
A bullet hit him where he originally was, but the deviation was a bit large. In fact, Bailang was standing still, and I'm afraid the bullet missed him. "Sniper? Civilian?" Bailang moved his body.
The gunman on the opposite side couldn't aim at all, and then turned directly into the alley and disappeared from the opponent's sight. "Interesting, they found me? I guess so, let me see where the gunman is...
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Bailang could only determine the direction, but according to the trajectory of the bullet, there were only two or three places where shooting could be done. "And now, if that guy still has a brain, he should have left." Bailang thought this way.
, and he also felt that he should not be able to catch that guy now - even if the other person had not left, could Bailang recognize the person? If this person put away his gun, there were many Thais, and Bailang had no confidence in a group of people.
Among them, the one who fired the gun was found.
"Someone must have seen me, someone I know and know me has seen me. But this person doesn't need to come to the scene, he just needs a photo." Bai Lang felt that the one who could do all this was probably the gambling group——
Who told him to kill a bunch of people in one go? And the killing method was so brutal that the other party lost a lot of money. The fear of the speed and power of killing would make them try to kill them.
Dead white waves.
I'm afraid there's a little more fear.
Bailang moved very fast, and he directly found a hotel in the city to stay temporarily - "I'm going to fight back. If they come to me, there will be no end. I might as well go find them!" Bailang originally thought like this.
Forget it, but today's shot made him feel that it was not possible. He had to kill all the people in the group who could speak.
But how to take action? Bailang is just a seventeen-year-old boy now, and he really doesn’t have much experience in this area - he has experience in martial arts, but he really has no experience in doing this kind of thing. Then he can only use it through the past
Underground boxers he knew and spectators came to see him - these people were indeed remembered by Bai Lang, such as the young men who had tried to lure him into using addictive drugs, and his agent.
Bailang silently returned to the place where he used to fight. He stayed up day and night, and used a mask to hide his face - those people were probably night owls, and it would be easier to find them in entertainment venues at night.
Bailang quickly found this young man named Guess, the one who found the medicine. This guy had enough fun with his friends that day. He even took a few pills and hugged the woman before going back. The next moment, a figure emerged from
The woman was approaching silently from behind. The woman's legs were weak. The young man suddenly felt why the woman had become so heavy. He didn't even notice that the woman had passed out. Before he could react, a hand had already pinched her.
He grabbed his neck and put them both down on the roadside.
Bailang squatted next to this man and began to ask in blunt Thai. Since this man could be used to lure him into drug addiction, he probably had some trust in the group, and what Bailang wanted to know was his
Where are the agents? And the situation of the leaders of the group. Under Bailang's use of internal force to force a confession - it must be said that the pain caused by internal force drilling acupuncture points in this person's body cannot be seen outside the body, but
The numbness and pain were truly unbearable. Under such forced confession, Bai Lang got the news he wanted.
This man is not a revolutionary warrior. He has such a strong will, so naturally he will not provide any false information - he does not want to die yet, and he is not a revolutionary warrior and cannot do this... After the detailed questioning
After recording it in a small book, Bailang directly crushed this guy to death - he possessed and sold addictive drugs. This guy deserved his death. Then he threw this guy into a nearby river and tore him into pieces.
Throw it in.
This is to delay the time of being discovered. What Bailang needs is time.
The second person I found was this guy's top line, who should be the leader of the line involved in selling drugs in the gambling group.
Naturally, the leader was accompanied by a group of bodyguards when he traveled. Although it was not a large group, three or five bodyguards could protect him almost 24 hours a day. Bailang chose to attack his home, and this person's home was also the same.
It was like a manor, with cameras everywhere. But the so-called security capabilities were actually just that. After destroying several cameras, Bailang had already used Qinggong to break into the house before the other party could react.
It really looked like a feline, and its short-distance attack speed was like thunder. Bailang exhaled, and his shoulder directly hit the door panel, but the force was holding the door panel and hitting it inward. The door panel played a role in blocking the line of sight.
Bailang shrunk his body, and instead threw himself diagonally from the bottom of the door panel. Some of the bodyguards were protecting the leader, and some were shooting with spray guns, but none of them noticed that Bailang was actually rushing towards him from another direction -
—They are just some fake bodyguards, not the bodyguards of the President of the United States...
This chapter has been completed!