Sitting in a desolate field, not to mention the presence of people around, there was not even any grass, it was all soft, dry soil.

Master Mu Zhu was still smoking, and he stared blankly at the ten people lying in front of him.

Four of them have turned into corpses.

The remaining six, although still breathing, are already beyond recognition.

Some turned into bloody men, and some almost turned into coke!

Even he himself had skin peeling off in many places all over his body, like the skin of a wall. He could tear off a large piece of skin and flesh with just a touch of his hand!

He couldn't figure it out. It was obviously an effortless siege, but how could it end up in such a situation?

Even more than 20 years ago, he went to China alone and challenged the entire Chinese martial arts world.

He beat the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association until he vomited blood.

Despite all the Chinese masters, no one can beat him.

In the end, he just paid the price of one ear, but he trampled the entire Chinese martial arts under his feet!

It wasn't as embarrassing as it is today, right?

Why did the encounter with this Chinese warrior turn out to be so unsatisfactory and lead to such a dismal outcome?

Master Muzhu knew that if two people were facing each other to fight for their lives, he could easily kill each other!

The worst outcome is that you will suffer some injuries.

But when I think about the two confrontations between the two, I was the one who suffered the loss!

The first time, he killed Mohad and Zhong Hongyi right under his nose.

He also had several needles inserted into his body, and his buttocks is still inflamed and a piece of flesh has rotted away.

This time it was even more ruthless, almost risking his life here!

The ten disciples he brought were all wiped out!

Will he die at the hands of that guy the next time they meet?

When did China have such a difficult person?

In this case, don't let him leave the Inca alive.

Otherwise, he will lose his face, and there will be no one in Inca who can compete with him. No one can suppress him!

The only problem now is, how do I go back?

He and his surviving disciples must go to the hospital immediately.

But this is a ghost place with no village in front of it, no shop in the back, let alone passing cars, not even a human being!

There were three cars nearby.

Two black cars and a truck that had been burned to its frame.

The only car I could drive was stolen by that bastard.

Of the two remaining vehicles, one had overturned and was the one that crushed the apprentice to death.

The other car was stuck in a field. If it could be towed to the road, it could be driven away.

But even if he manages to push the car onto the road, no one of the apprentices can drive the car anymore.

He is the only one left who can drive as a master.

But the biggest problem is that he can’t drive at all!

No matter what, let’s get the car on the road first!

However, it is not difficult for him to push up from a distance of two or three meters!

He stood behind the car, and as soon as his hands touched the body of the car, he felt a heartbreaking pain!

At this moment, he had no clothes on his body, leaving only a pair of dusty boxers.

As soon as the skin comes into contact with the car body, it is as if it is stuck with glue, and a layer of skin will fall off as soon as it is pulled!

But he had no choice but to endure the severe pain and push the cart. Otherwise, let alone all the disciples, he would not survive here!

Fortunately, although the injury was serious, his inner strength was still there.

He lifted the rear bumper of the car with both hands, roared, and pushed forward hard.

But the car became heavy in this soft soil, and it seemed to take more effort than usual to push it!

After finally pushing the car onto the road, Master Muzhu put all the six surviving disciples into the car without taking a rest.

There were two people sitting in the front and four sitting side by side in the back.

He put the remaining four corpses into another car for the time being.

The conditions are limited, so we can only make do with it like this for now.

Then he walked to the back of the car and pushed the car forward hard.

Unexpectedly, even after it was on the road, the car seemed heavier than when it was stuck in the field just now, and it was even harder to push.

It seemed like both rear wheels were broken and they were motionless, as if they were being dragged on the ground.

Are the people inside so heavy?

What was even more unbearable was that his feet had no shoes.

Now it's like walking barefoot on the road and pushing a cart.

My feet, which were only slightly injured at first, soon became stained with blood, leaving blood marks every step of the way!

Master Muzhu, who was in unbearable pain but had no choice but to do anything, recalled that he had never been so embarrassed and helpless in his life.

A feeling of desolation surged into my heart, and I looked up to the sky and let out a sad and angry roar:

"Chen Xin, I will find you even in heaven and on earth! Kill you!"

"Sneeze!" Chen Xin'an drove the car, rubbed her nose, and closed the window.

I once again narrowly escaped death, which makes me a little scared when I think about it.

Now that the old wounds have not healed and new ones have appeared, Chen Xin'an feels a little indifferent.

There are too many lice and it doesn’t itch.

Anyway, the body is already like this, let’s cultivate it, as long as we don’t die!

The phone was still in his pocket, and Diva had already fully charged it for him and put a new card in it.

Chen Xin'an found a clean robe from the car and put it on while driving.

Use your mobile phone to search for navigation and the next stop will be Jiabang City.

It’s not that I really want to go to Inca Kyoto’s Mutan City, it’s mainly because it’s the closest to Gabon.

Wounds on the body must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise if they become inflamed again, it will be a big trouble!

It's almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Chen Xin'an drove into the city, took out the translation headphones and put them on.

I am used to seeing the neon lights in Chinese cities at night. After coming to Inca, even in the city, it feels a bit like a countryside.

The night scene is monotonous and boring, very backward.

Chen Xin'an drove her car aimlessly on the street, looking for a pharmacy.

There was still a little change in the car, less than a thousand yuan. Chen Xin'an saw what anti-inflammatory drugs he could buy with this little money.

But he soon felt something was wrong.

There seemed to be a motorcycle next to him, following him not far away.

Chen Xin'an frowned, ignored it, and didn't increase the accelerator to leave.

Just now, have you already been exposed?

The phone is not even used yet!

How efficient were the Inca police?

Or a member of the Balosa family?

Or maybe he is a disciple of Master Muzhu?

However, Chen Xin'an knew very well that if he turned around and ran away, he would appear to be a thief with a guilty conscience, and he would be more likely to be targeted.

The reason why the motorcycle just followed him was probably because he was unsure of his identity.

Chen Xin'an remained calm and continued to drive slowly on this street. When he saw the intersection, the motorcycle actually caught up with him and stopped next to his car.

Chen Xin'an looked at the guy in the floral shirt with a gloomy face.

The man knocked on his car window with his hand, shook his head twice, motioning to follow him, hit the gas pedal, and rode off on his motorcycle.

Chen Xin'an was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, started the car and followed.
To be continued...