"I'm not a local. I came here illegally. I killed people there and got into trouble there, so I chose to run away. I heard that after the reform and opening up, there was gold all over the place, so I decided to come here.

Let’s have a try. But after I came, someone told me immediately that gold can only be picked up by those with brains, and an uncultured gangster like you can only come here as a beggar..."

The flower-armed man twitched his lips and said with a smile, "I told him that I never came here to pick up gold, but that I would rob whoever has gold in his hand. I'll grab it wherever I can, you idiot."

Where can I get the pleasure of eating black food?"

"I started working as a mascot for a year, working under 14K as a thug. The boss of 14K saw that I was big and a gangster, so I was very suitable for handling some dirty work. If I was caught, I wouldn't be able to find out anything as long as I kept my mouth shut.

Come on, I will just hang out like this for a while. In a year, I helped him handle no less than twenty or thirty things, some big and some small, as small as looking at the situation, as big as directly killing the boss of the opposite gang." The man with the flowery arms narrowed his eyes.

Eye, "Many people think that gangster fighting is awesome. In fact, it's just like that. The so-called assassination is nothing more than standing guard in the toilet with a pipe while the boss opposite comes to shit. As soon as you take off your pants, you

Just go over and say hello to his head, and he won't be able to run away, so you'll have to blow his head off alive...I've done this kind of thing not a dozen times but seven or eight times."

"You have a lot of lives on your hands," the policeman said.

"More murders than you have ever seen." The man with the flowery arm sneered, "Do you know why I can get away with it? It's because I'm ruthless and never miss. I joined the opposite gang alone and killed the boss of the opposite gang.

Then I could withstand dozens of machetes and fight my way out. During that time, no one would tremble without hearing my name. If I targeted a certain guy, he would either pack up and run away overnight, or he would be hacked to death by me that night.

It’s useless no matter how many people guard him.”

"Aren't you afraid of guns?"

"What good stuff can those bastards get? A few shotguns are pretty good. Hitting me is like scratching an itch." The man with the flowery arm sneered, "When I saw that the gun couldn't kill me, I thought I was wearing a bulletproof vest.

He hit me on the forehead, and even the forehead couldn't be penetrated. In the end, I beat him to death as if he had seen a ghost. Do you know what the killing star is? As long as your fist is big enough, on the black road,

You are never afraid of not getting ahead."

"Have you heard of the 8.21 Jinxiang Street riots?" The man with the flowery arm looked at the police, "Five gangs were fighting each other on one street. I was the one who won in the end. I was also the first one to stand with my younger brother holding a knife.

The boss on the street killed more than thirty people in one night and took over that block."

"Eighty-seven injuries, twenty-three deaths, a major case that shocked the whole country, that is, the nationwide crackdown started again after that fight." The policeman said, "Were you also involved in that incident?"

"I started it because I wanted to fight for turf. I told the bosses of several other areas not to engage in those vain negotiations. It's not a Hong Kong movie. Where did all the gimmicks come from? With all the people involved,

Find a street where the movie starts at night, and whoever is left at the end will own the block. It's simple and straightforward." said the man with the flowery arm.

"Many of our brothers died that night, including my classmates." The policeman said solemnly, with a scary look in his eyes, "The reason is just because you scum want to divide the territory."

"If you die, you will die. Who told you guys to like to meddle in other people's business?" the man with the flowery arm said indifferently.

"I will vote for you this round." The policeman took a breath and replied with the same indifference.

"Whatever, idiot." The flower-armed man hissed.

"But are you so confident that you can always win? In such a chaotic situation on the street." The student looked at the exaggerated physique of the man with flowery arms.

"Do you believe that I can break this wire right now? Is there nothing wrong with me? Doesn't this prove that I am the mixed race you are talking about?" The man with the flowery arms raised the two knives on the armrests of his chair.

With only one wrist, the tough iron wire suddenly sank into his skin without cutting the skin and drawing blood. He had already performed this method once. If he didn't break free from the iron wire, he was probably just worried about the explosives in the wall.

"This can only prove that you are born with rough skin and thick flesh. After overexertion and overuse, the human body's limbs will naturally change. Your knuckles will become shorter and thicker, your muscles will harden, and calluses will accumulate on the skin surface. The so-called iron sand palm hardness

Most of Qigong is based on this principle," the student said.

"I'm tired of hearing your rhetoric." The man with the flowery arm looked disdainful. "When you cut me with a knife, you would only leave a few white marks on my body. I said I was born with supernatural powers and was immune to all evil. My younger brothers only regarded me as a practitioner."

I have practiced qigong and other secret kung fu, so only I know what happened to me."

"Did you feel anything strange when you were about to be injured?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

"Abnormal?" The flower-armed man glanced at Chu Zihang in surprise, glanced at the others a few times, and then said after a pause, "Normally, there won't be anything, but when it's really fatal and critical, for example, someone shoots at me.

When I was shot, I would break out in cold sweats, chant some jittery mantras as if I was possessed, and then my body would turn yellow as if I was ill, and bullets would not be able to penetrate my skin."

"That's not a spell, but a dragon inscription. After a complete chant, the 'word spirit' will be released, which is the ability to make you invulnerable." The female doctor said lightly, "It seems that your fortune telling is still a bit incompetent.

I know some inside stories about the way water behaves, and I also advise you to stop using your words and spirit to do evil."

"Yan Ling? Is this the name of my super power?" The man with the flowery arms shook his eyebrows.

"'Word Spirit Vajra Seat'." Chu Zihang said, "The specific manifestation is that when the Word Spirit is activated, the skin will show a conspicuous golden color, and the muscles and bones are reinforced together with the skin. The overall hardness is roughly around diamond, which is defensive.

Xing Yan Ling."

"Does that mean he is invulnerable 24 hours a day?" The student was a little surprised.

"No." Chu Zihang glanced at the student and explained, "He can take the initiative to release the spirit of speech when being shot coldly. It is probably because of his innate super observation ability that he can keenly capture the traces of danger, thus subconsciously releasing the spirit of speech.

The spirit protected him...but if it came from a danger that he was completely unaware of, it would still kill him."

"That's it." said the student.

"So you were arrested here because you were attacked undetectably?" The female doctor said with a smile, "Is it because the girls in the club are too young and charming?"

The man with the flowery arm turned pale and blue, and finally he could only snort, "I shouldn't have drank the cup of tea..."

"'Word Spirit Vajra Seat' can only strengthen muscles, skin and bones, but it cannot support the enhancement of internal organs and digestive ability, so you dare not break away from the wire for the first time, fearing that the shock wave of the explosive explosion may shatter your internal organs.

You died of internal bleeding and organ failure." Chu Zihang nodded slightly, "At the same time, you are not immune to toxicity, which is one of your few weaknesses."

"It seems that you really have two skills... Vajra, what a domineering name, but why does it sound like a Zen monk?" The man with the flowery arm moved his jaw and glanced at Chu Zihang, "For a while, I

I thought I was born to be indestructible, so I was thinking about going to the Shaolin Temple and asking the monks to give me complete martial arts secrets."

"There are also mixed races in the Shaolin Temple. People like you who commit murderous crimes will probably be imprisoned in the back mountain for a lifetime." The female doctor looked at the man with the flowery arm and said with interest, "Even if it's the organizations I know.

Very few people are willing to come into contact with those hidden hybrid forces."

"If everyone has a 'word spirit', wouldn't it be possible to determine who is an ordinary person if they perform one next to each other?" the policeman said suddenly.

"The person who kidnapped us is not stupid. He couldn't have left such a loophole for us. The 'gentleman's agreement' mentioned in the rule explanation is probably a subtle warning against the rules, right?" the student said, "After all, he is completely

Learn about our hybrid existence.”

"Do many people know the secret of hybrids?" the policeman asked.

"Not many, but there are still many people with real skills in China who are digging around to find out about these things. Most of them are barefoot doctors or fortune tellers...otherwise why are the charlatans in so many movie stories following mysteries?

What's going on?" The female doctor looked at him and said.

"Don't tell me that I actually went to a fortune teller. The fortune teller said that I was the 'golden dragon protecting my body.'

I wrote it down, it was a spell to call for the blessing of the golden dragon. He also warned me not to use this spell to do evil, otherwise the golden dragon would be displeased." The man with the flowery arm said,

"I took these words to mean that he was just farting. If I did something evil that would displease some golden dragon, then I would have been stabbed with cold knives and discharged by my subordinates so many times that I should have died. I was stabbed at least seven or eight times a week.

All kinds of people are guilty, and most of them are people under my command who stabbed me in the back. The fact that I am still alive today means that my life should not have been cut off."

"You seem to be very unpleasant as the boss," the student said.

"Is it worth it? If you don't have anyone you can trust around you, what if you achieve glory and wealth?" The policeman looked at the man with the flowery arms and asked.

"Prosperity and wealth? Do you really think I came here smuggled across the ocean to ask for these vain things?" The flower-armed man sneered, "I just want to prove to everyone that as long as I am willing to do it, I can definitely achieve the best.

That’s it...even if everyone doesn’t think highly of me!”

"Now that you have achieved your status and proven yourself, the next leader of 14K will no doubt be you... You left your hometown and came to this city and became the biggest and most powerful gang boss. Are you satisfied now?"

The policeman asked again.

"..." The smile on the man's face gradually faded, and he glanced at the policeman with indifference in his eyes.

"You are already prosperous and wealthy, what is there to be dissatisfied about?" The student glanced at the man with the flowery arms and said calmly.

"It depends on the person." The female doctor stared at the flower-armed man for a while and then asked with a low smile, "I heard that everyone has an opportunity to awaken their bloodline. Usually these opportunities are major events that change the entire life. Yours

What’s the opportunity?”

"How I awakened my bloodline is none of your business." The flower-armed man suddenly became colder in tone, and looked at the female doctor with an unkind expression.

"Is it none of my business or you can't make it up at the moment? You said you joined the underworld to prove yourself. Is there some tragic past that needs to be washed away?" the female doctor asked with a smile.

"What I said is none of your business." The flower-armed man growled irritably.

"I really don't want to say it? This is related to the results of the voting." The female doctor continued to ask.

"If you have the guts, just surrender to me. I didn't die even if I was shot in the head with a gun, so why are you afraid of being shot? If you have the guts, let our kidnappers light the explosives. At worst, we will all die together." The man with the flowery arms said nothing.

He stared at the female doctor without flinching.

"If you die, you will die." The female doctor also smiled with an indifferent attitude.

"It seems that everyone's life is quite unsatisfactory," the policeman said softly.

"Aren't you living a happy life? How about I break the wire after counting one, two, and three, and we all die in the explosion?" The man with the flowery arm looked at the policeman and said coldly, and at the end he seemed to have remembered something.

He glanced at the student and said, "It's a pity that a pillar of the country has to be buried with scum like us."

"We don't have much time." The student took a deep breath and said solemnly, "There is still about a minute left, and there are still two of us who have not spoken."

"One minute is not enough." The female doctor ignored her own concerns and said, "For the remaining policemen and handsome guys, use rock-paper-scissors to choose one person to chat with for a minute and then vote."

"I don't care." Chu Zihang said, "I am in the rear position. According to the order, the police officer speaks first, and it is not easy to guess the box when my hands cannot move."

"Did you give up speaking because your life was unsatisfactory, or did you give up because your hands and feet were tied and it was difficult to guess the game?" the female doctor asked with a smile.

"The latter." Chu Zihang said.

"We don't have much time." The student's voice was a little angry, as if he didn't understand why one and two of them started to make a bad show when it was supposed to be life and death. Do they really think they were playing games?
To be continued...