Although threatening people with bread is ridiculous, it is very normal in the world of beggars.

There was a ruthless look in the young leader's eyes. An Mixiu had already bitten off a third of the bread in one bite. Even if they start now, when they rush over, he can kill a piece of bread in just a few seconds.

Finish eating.

"Even if you eat it, we can cut open your stomach! It's impossible for you to digest it in such a short time!"

Another skinny and dark boy howled fiercely.

Everyone else's eyes turned fierce when they heard this, and seemed to think it was normal to do so.

The young leader's face was full of murderous intent, and he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, beat him to death!"

An Mixiu's expression changed suddenly. He knew very well that if he ate it, these people would really cut open his stomach and take out the bread and eat it.

In Carlo City, the dark world is so cruel.

When he was extremely hungry, he even ate people.

An Mixiu almost didn't think much, picked up the bread in his hand and threw it outside.

The group of young beggars were stunned at the same time, and then rushed out like crazy in the direction where the bread flew out, not caring about An Mishao or Oliver on the ground anymore.

Upon seeing this, An Mixiu quickly rushed to Oliver on the ground, helped him up, and ran in the other direction.

"An, An Mixiu, just run quickly! Wait, wait until they come back, none of us can escape!"

The young boy Oliver was coughing up blood while struggling to push An Mixiu away.

But An Mixiu didn't say a word, just used the little strength he had just recovered to help Oliver tightly and ran outside.

"Anmishu!!"

Oliver shouted loudly with blood on his face.

An Mixiu still ignored Oliver, but used almost all the strength of his body to pull him and run forward.

At this moment, An Mixiu suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind him.

Then his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and Oliver beside him also rolled to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the group of young beggars surrounded them and started punching and kicking them, using all their strength every time. An Mishao and Oliver were beaten around like rag bags.

At this moment, An Mixiu suddenly threw himself on Oliver, protecting him with his own body and withstanding all the attacks from the young beggars.

"Hey, you are very loyal, so just hit him."

The young leader walked in with the bread at this time. He took a deep breath of the aroma of the bread with an expression like a pilgrim, then quickly grabbed a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, looking at the young beggar next to him.

They swallowed hard.

Seeing that his body could no longer hold up, An Mixiu suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I still have something to eat."

The young beggars were stunned at the same time, stopped beating, and quickly searched Anmisxiu's body, but found that there was nothing at all.

"Tell me, where did you hide the food!?"

The young leader stepped on Anmishu's head, forced his face into a pile of rubble on the ground, and asked viciously.

"In the....."

An Mixiu opened his mouth to speak several times, but every time he wanted to tell the location, his voice became so soft that it was impossible to distinguish clearly.

The young leader knelt down, stretched out his hand to grab An Mixiu's hair, and said bitterly, "Louder!"

An Mixiu's right fist suddenly flew up and punched the young leader's throat hard.

The young leader reacted very quickly. He turned his head and hid in a hurry.

But because the distance was too close, he still couldn't avoid it completely and was punched in the face by Anmishu.

The young leader screamed, covered his face violently, and staggered back.

His face was dripping with blood. As he was being beaten and rolling, An Mixiu quietly grabbed a sharp piece of rubble on the ground. At this time, the sharp edge protruded from his fingers and severely sliced ​​open the young leader's face.

If he had reacted slower just now, the sharp rubble might have cut his throat.

"Get them all! Kill this bastard!!" The injured young leader covered his face and shouted like crazy.

An Mixiu had used all his strength in that move just now, and now he no longer had any ability to resist.

Seeing the young beggars rushing up to him and beating and kicking him again, An Misiu gritted his teeth and gathered his body to protect his vital parts, neither begging for mercy nor making any sound.

However, the beating did not last long, because the young beggars were all hungry and could not get enough energy.

Now the bread was being held by the young leader again. Although they were beating An Mishao, their eyes were fixed on the half-left piece of bread.

Slowly, they became more and more tired from fighting, and in the end they could no longer exert any strength.

"Get away!" The young leader covered his wound, picked up a stone from the ground, walked up to An Mixiu, and said with a ferocious face, "You bastard, how dare you plot against me!"

The young leader roared angrily, grabbed An Mixiu's hair with one hand, and raised the stone in his hand to smash it on his head.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, An Mixiu got the strength from nowhere, raised his head suddenly, and hit the young leader's head where he had just been injured.

"ah!!"

He covered his face and screamed. The other young beggars looked at An Mixiu, all of them felt cold in their hearts, and felt a sense of fear for no reason.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

The young leader's face was covered with blood, but his expression showed determination and madness. He raised the stone high above his head, and then smashed it down on Anmishu's head.

At this moment, a breeze suddenly passed through the abandoned house. The already cold night seemed to have entered the twelfth lunar month of winter and became extremely cold. Everyone suddenly shivered.

The stone in the young leader's hand was almost touching Anmishu's head, but at this moment, it seemed as if a restraining spell had been cast on him, unable to move any further.

A figure slowly walked in from outside the abandoned house. His steps were slow, but with every step he took, the slight footsteps sounded like thunder to all the young beggars, making their faces all turn pale.

Chen Luo walked slowly to An Mixiu, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the young leader exploded into a ball of blood mist without any warning, and dispersed in the air.

The young beggars who saw this scene all had horrified expressions on their faces. Such a strange and terrifying situation made all of them tremble with fear, and they instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

But what frightened them even more was that although they were extremely frightened and wanted to run away, their feet could not move even half a step, as if they were nailed to the ground.

Chen Luo waved his hand again and saw that An Mixiu's injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant he was back to his original state.

Everyone present, including An Mixiu and Oliver who were still lying on the ground, were all shocked.
Chapter completed!