Originally, this day was the day when Bailang finally transformed all his inner strength. He also decided to take a short rest in the afternoon and reward himself by walking outside and eating a good meal. Walking on the streets of Lanzhou, mutton and beef were sold on both sides.
Where the food was, smelling the fragrant barbecue, Bai Lang couldn't help but move his index finger. He had money, and a lot of it - after all, Shanghai's housing prices were among the best in the country, and the money he made from selling his house was enough to buy a house like Lanzhou.
It's a place that lasts a lifetime.
Then just order a whole roasted sheep. Bai Lang is currently practicing the Thirteen Taibao Heng Lian Jin Bell Shield. The concentration of the vitality of the world in this world is not enough for this martial arts to absorb enough vitality from the outside. Besides, the three who have just started.
Guan does not have the ability to absorb vitality from the outside, and relies entirely on the practitioners to extract vitality from the food they eat. Therefore, almost everyone who practices the Thirteen Taibao Heng Lian Golden Bell is a big eater at the beginning.
The mutton here is cheap, but it only costs over a thousand yuan for a roasted lamb. Then as soon as a few beers are served, Bailang starts to eat and drink. The waiter and the owner of the restaurant later came to see it - after all, one person ate a whole
It's rare to see a goat with a lot of beer, maybe it's the only one you see now, everyone comes to watch the peepshow.
Bai Lang, who had eaten and drank enough, felt a little fuzzy - even if he practiced martial arts, it had no effect on his alcohol capacity. Bai Lang's alcohol capacity was still limited. After drinking so much beer, he was still a little drunk. He was not in a hurry to go back.
, Bailang just wandered around the street with his hands in his pockets, leisurely enjoying the various aspects of modern civilization. Until the night fell and the lights came on, the drunkenness not only did not go away, but became more and more slightly on his head - this beer is really good, not
A light beer but a dark beer with a higher alcohol content.
Bailang, who was walking on the road, made a slight mistake in his steps, and perfectly avoided the collision of a person. Because the person was not buffered by Bailang, he hit the wall behind heavily and fell to the ground. Bailang turned his head sideways,
I found that this was an ordinary person, and there were several people running over in the direction of the person in front of me. The leader even had a watermelon knife in his hand, "Damn it! If you dare to hit me, beat him to death."
!" the man shouted.
The man who fell to the ground was quickly surrounded and kicked back and forth by these people. "Hey, hey! That's almost enough. If this continues, people will be beaten by you!" Bai Lang couldn't bear to see this.
The man who shouted that he had been hit didn't seem to be okay at all - so even if he was hit by a car, he wouldn't be beaten like this. "I'm going to call the police!" Bailang didn't want to be troublesome, so
He was going to call the police to solve the problem.
This is a society that respects the law. Fighting is the way of barbarians - in the world after time travel, Bailang would have taken action long ago. However, following the local customs and the memories of the past, Bailang became a savage again at this time.
A law-abiding citizen, not a thug from Yaxing, Brother Bai Lang. However, these words and his actions of stopping those people seemed to have angered these guys. The leader with the watermelon knife looked like he was in his thirties.
Several other people are also young people in their twenties and thirties, and they are not good people at first glance - their temperament makes them look hateful, and I have seen that white look in their eyes a lot, which is what ruffians are like.
These people also smelled of alcohol, so they probably didn't notice that Bailang just stretched out his arm and easily separated them all. The meaning of this action. The guy in the lead jumped up, holding the gun in his hand.
The watermelon knife slashed directly at Bai Lang. "Even if you are almost drunk, do you still subconsciously use the knife technique of splitting the flesh to chop people? It seems that he is an experienced hand and knows how to do it." Bai Lang saw through it at a glance.
Knowing the details of these people, he immediately shrank back slightly and easily avoided the knife.
Not hitting anyone made the guy furious, "He, he, fuck!" The words in this man's mouth were stuttered. Several brothers behind him rushed over to catch Bailang, but this guy simply threw the knife at
Stab forward - even though it was a watermelon knife, it also had a tip, so the consequences were different. Bailang smiled bitterly, but he didn't regret that he had caused trouble for himself. He stretched out his hand and slapped the knife away.
, and then lightly stamped his palm on the man's chest.
Bailang didn't show any real skills, and there was no need to do this to deal with these gangsters. With a palm seal, the guy stood up, and Bailang turned his body left and right, swung the knife in his hand, and knocked down everyone here with just one breath.
"Use enough force to make them faint." Bailang's ears twitched slightly. He squatted down and looked at the first guy he knocked down, "Now we're in trouble! Why is this guy out of breath!"
Bailang was decisive. He stretched out his hand and pressed the man's neck. After confirming that there was no pulse, he immediately took out the man's mobile phone and dialed 120 - he still had to use his own mobile phone, in case he was located after dialing.
After talking about the location in a few words, Bai Lang dropped his phone and ran away - he wouldn't go back to pack his things, because there was no need and there was nothing to carry - it was really important to leave now.
Bailang didn't want to get into trouble at all. The current situation was not clear at all. It was best to go first - and there was no need to take trains or long-distance buses, and of course, don't even think about flying. It was better to run with your legs. However.
You can use a taxi to get out of the city first - Bailang bought a map as quickly as possible, then stopped a taxi and left Lanzhou City directly - it is impossible to take the expressway, there may be traffic jams there, and the same is true for national highways, so
Somewhere in Lanzhou, Bailang got off the car.
What he bought was an atlas, including maps of Lanzhou City and Gansu - mainly tourist maps. The breath of Bailang's internal energy was long, and his legs would not be any slower than a galloping horse after using Qinggong, so he took advantage of the night
I took cover and rushed south as quickly as possible. "Just in time, take the Hanzhong line to Sichuan, and then go all the way south to Southeast Asia - today this made me determined." Bai Lang was in a state of dumbfounding. He didn't expect it.
He acted bravely and actually killed someone...
"What the hell is going on with this bastard? How can he be so fragile! I didn't exert any force at all... And it shouldn't have broken his ribs, let alone broken bones and stabbed into the heart to kill him...
.." Bailang was thinking as he ran, and in the end he could only blame it on God wanting to take that kid away, so he died in a single stroke.
Police cars have surrounded the place, and the guys who were fighting were held aside for questioning by several policemen, as was the original victim. The on-site investigators were taking photos, and the forensic doctor conducted a preliminary autopsy—
—When the ambulance arrived, they knew it was a fight that resulted in death, so after confirming the death, the body was never touched again. "The preliminary judgment was that it was myocardial infarction. Perhaps the heart was stimulated during the fight and caused arrest.
Then the man died..." The forensic doctor raised his head and said to the detective in charge. "What do you mean this is..." The detective also shook his head and said.