White fog filled the air. From early in the morning, thick white fog surrounded the city. The buildings and pedestrians in the distance were reduced to silhouettes, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
But the strange thing is.
The streets were eerily quiet, with no pedestrians walking or vehicles coming and going.
It's in a narrow alley on the side of the road.
Click... click...
Blood dripped onto the ground, creating bloody red dots. The figure staggered along the path, one foot deeper and one foot shallower.
Staggering this way and that.
Under the feet, scarlet bloodstains continued into the distance.
The figure's face was pale, and his black hair became messy and even a little disharmonious, with a large section of hair on both sides missing from the top of his head.
It seemed to have been chopped off by some sharp weapon.
Dressed in black.
But from the chest, it became damp and wrinkled, some of the black clothes were tinged with dark red, and drops of scarlet blood continued to drip from the corners of the clothes.
"Ahem..."
The figure couldn't help but cover his chest and cough loudly, and the sound became louder and louder, and the amplitude became more and more violent, and there was a strong whistling sound in the throat, like a bellows.
The coughing sound became louder and louder, as if he was trying to spit out his lungs.
"Ahem...poof!"
A large mouthful of blood overflowed from the mouth, dyeing the ground in front of him red, but even so, the figure still stubbornly walked forward holding on to the wall.
Suddenly my feet trembled.
His body went limp, he staggered, and fell to the ground.
Bang!
The iron bucket hit the ground, and the garbage was dumped out immediately. The figure's body was instantly unbalanced, and he fell to the ground, and the things tied behind his back fell to the ground.
A blue-gray mummy fell to the ground.
The figure fell to the ground, still coughing, and large amounts of blood spurted out of the mouth, which lasted for a long time.
"Huh...huh..."
The figure's pale and handsome face took a few hard breaths, and finally suppressed the cough. After a few gasps, the figure forced himself on and quickly tied the mummy behind him, and stumbled up.
Stepping on the rubbish lying on the ground, I walked forward, one step deeper and one step shallower.
Staggering steps.
But now he is at the end of his strength and unable to continue.
Not long after walking again, the figure fell to his knees with a pop and got stuck on the ground. The mummy behind him fell to the ground again.
The figure looked at the mummy in front of him and wanted to struggle to get up, but this time, he did not get up.
Although his eyes were full of unwillingness, his breath became weaker and weaker.
It didn't take long for the young man to lose his breath.
Not long after, several figures followed the remaining bloodstains and looked at the body lying in front of them. They were stunned for a moment. A trace of complexity flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man who led them.
But it's fleeting.
When he saw Rama's body next to the figure, the middle-aged man felt happy, walked over quickly, picked up the things, and carried them on his back.
Just at this time.
A strong wind blew through, tearing apart the layers of white mist. The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he bent down without thinking.
A shadow of a leg flashed behind him, but at this moment, the footwork changed, stopping the sweeping posture and changing from sweeping to downward slashing.
The legs and feet were chopped down like a big axe.
He directly chopped the middle-aged man to the ground.
But the middle-aged man responded very quickly. At the moment he fell, he put his hands on the ground and raised one leg to hit the person in the face from behind.
Bang!
Fists and feet collided, and a dull sound echoed in the narrow street.
The two of them each took a step back.
"Lao Hu."
The other people rushed up quickly and looked at the intruder warily.
In the white mist, in front of them was a tall, stern man in a suit, leather shoes, and meticulously combed hair. At this moment, he was looking at the middle-aged man and others indifferently.
Gao Jin.
Gao Jin glanced at the dirty alley and the figure lying in the garbage. His eyebrows trembled slightly for a few times, and then he frowned deeply.
"Hand over the things."
Gao Jin raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the middle-aged man.
"Gao Jin?"
The middle-aged man looked at Gao Jin with a trace of surprise in his eyes, "I've heard of you and you are very powerful, but do you think you can take Rama's body from us alone?"
"did you mean......"
Gao Jin raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man, "I understand."
Gao Jin took two steps forward, clasping the tie with his hands, loosening it slightly, and then flicked it.
The tie instantly turned into a long whip and whipped towards the middle-aged man.
There was a crackling sound.
The bow tie sucked out the air and made a loud bang. The middle-aged man was a little unexpected and was hit hard. He only heard the bang in front of his eyes and his eyes hurt.
Let out a groan of pain.
There are inevitably some flaws in his figure.
Gao Jin was unyielding and took two steps on the ground. With one sliding step, he appeared in front of the middle-aged man in an instant. He turned around and kicked like an angry dragon out of the sea.
The middle-aged man was instantly kicked away.
Then he stepped on the wall on the left with his left foot, took two steps, swept out with his right foot, and kicked the person who came up from behind hard in the face.
He is very powerful.
The opponent was kicked upside down, and his head and feet instantly changed positions.
The whole movement was sharp and powerful, like flowing clouds and flowing water. In just a blink of an eye, several movements were completed in one go, instantly knocking several of the opponent's people to the ground.
It only took two or three seconds.
Gao Jin was about to continue his efforts when he saw the middle-aged man come back to his senses and stand up. His palms were like turned flowers, and the wind from his palms alone made the sound of howling wind.
Dispel layers of fog.
In an instant, the palm techniques continued to attack Gao Jin's face.
Gao Jin retreated and blocked again with the left.
But the trail was too narrow, and his movements were greatly restricted. In the end, he punched the middle-aged man.
There was a muffled sound.
The two of them couldn't help but step back. Gao Jin took two steps back, and the middle-aged man opposite took five or six steps back.
The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly, and his hands were numb from the shock, but Gao Jin opposite him seemed to be in perfect condition.
Not even his expression changed.
So strong.
Gao Jin's strength is much stronger than shown in the movie.
The middle-aged man was shocked and shouted, "Let's all come together. He is alone. No matter how strong he is, we can still defeat him."
Everyone swarmed towards Gao Jin.
But Gao Jin stood there, his face still stern.
At this moment, the two people at the back screamed and flew out, but a figure jumped out from behind them and rushed towards them.
Like a tiger among the lamb's flock.
That man's hands and feet were extremely heavy, and whenever he touched other people, they would be beaten up the moment he took over, falling to the ground and howling miserably.
"There's one more."
Lao Hu looked back and his pupils shrank, but another man who looked exactly like Gao Jin, with gray hair and a slightly mature look, rushed over from behind.
At this moment, Gao Jin also raised his legs and rushed forward.
