The heavy sweat on his body made Guan Lang a little unbearable.〖∈八〖∈八〖∈Read〖∈Book, 2∞3↓o
There was no one else nearby, and this was a pure place he found specifically.
He thought for a moment, turned his clothes over and took them off, revealing the bulging muscles under the clothes.
"Da da da!"
He twisted his clothes with some disgust, and sweat quickly overflowed.
Putting some dry clothes back on his body, he slowly walked back towards the apartment.
He had just finished a strenuous exercise with a strong aura, coupled with his tall figure, which made other pedestrians stay away.
Of course, the main reason is actually the power of Guan Lang's strong smell of sweat.
Guan Lang felt a little apologetic after noticing that everyone else was walking past quickly with their noses covered.
You can't blame him. In fact, if he sweats a little bit, the smell won't be that big. But today, he exercised too much, and the clothes on his body have accumulated a lot of urea and excreted organic waste. Can it not smell so bad?
Guan Lang sighed. This was the rare time he experienced the feeling of being shunned by others.
It can be considered a rare life experience.
He thought for a while, and instead of continuing along the main road, he turned into a dark alley and walked forward.
Although the strong smell of sweat cannot be blamed on him, it is just a normal physiological reason, but I still don't want to cause trouble to others.
The alley is narrow, dark, and no one walks.
From time to time, a few children's cries and parents' scoldings came from a distance, which made the quiet environment feel a little more dynamic.
"Kaka." There was a slight sound, and a white figure hung suspended above his head.
After taking a closer look, it turned out to be a dress hanging on the clothes drying rack.
I don’t know which family it was, but they hung their clothes in the alley.
If it weren't for the boldness of talented people, ordinary people might not dare to set foot in such small alleys at night. →8→8 Reading, ↓o≥
The quiet breeze blowing in the alleyway behind him made the sweat on Guan Lang's clothes evaporate, adding a touch of coolness.
Of course Guan Lang was right. In this dark alley environment like a horror movie scene, he was eager to encounter something interesting.
With his strength, it is impossible for ordinary people to harm him.
Guan Lang was walking in the windy alley, still thinking about something in his head.
Suddenly, Guan Lang stopped and stood there attentively.
He seemed to smell something strange.
Guan Lang activated his sixth sense talent skill, and his sense of smell instantly increased by another level.
He sniffed the air twice, and a strange expression flashed across his face.
Does it really smell like blood?
Guan Lang raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that an accident would happen to him.
After smelling the smell of blood, of course he couldn't just walk away as if he hadn't noticed it before.
Although the muscles of the body are still a little sore, the strength and stamina are still at 90% of the level of victory.
There is no problem in beating up dozens of unarmed strong men.
Guan Lang followed the tiny traces of gas molecules in the air, climbed over several high walls lightly, and quickly traversed the village in the city.
There was a soft "click" sound, and Guan Lang's figure seemed to flash up, standing on a two-meter wall.
"Huh?" Guan Lang glanced down at him condescendingly.
The source of the bloody smell was a bloody piece of meat, with fur stained with dark red blood and pieces of scattered flesh and blood scattered around.
It looks like a cat?
"My skills have declined. I haven't even peeled off the skin yet. Next time I'll scald it with boiling water, hehe." came a male voice with a low smile. He had a bunch of blood-stained tools, knives, drills, and tweezers in his hand.
,awl.
"It's okay, this Jinjila is the main event. People in the group like to watch the torture of these breeds of cats." The man standing next to him held up his mobile phone to take pictures and urged with a smile. "Hurry up and do it. I'm dedicated to it."
I brought a sound recording device that can record the screams. How much should I price each copy of this exquisite product?"
Guan Lang twisted his eyebrows, looking at the blood on their hands and the smiles on their faces, he shuddered a little.
He had heard before that some people took pleasure in torturing cats, but he didn't expect that he would bump into it by such a chance.
Judging from the tone of the two people, it is obvious that this is not the first time they have abused each other, and there is also a "fan group"?
In order to carry out their sadistic activities, the two of them even brought enough tools and specially picked a secluded corner of the alley here. They took great pains.
Are they psychopaths?
Guan Lang is not a member of any animal protection organization, and he also opposes the claims of those Weibo influencers who put the rights to life of animals on the same level as humans.
But it was still hard for him to understand this kind of skinning, cutting, and tormenting for the sake of violence.
"hiss"
Guan Lang sighed.
Jump off the wall.
A black shadow flashed over the two people's heads.
The two of them trembled, hurriedly turned around and leaned against the wall to look around.
Guan Lang had no intention of hiding, and stood quietly on the spot, his slightly narrowed eyes like two knives piercing the hearts of the two of them.
The heartbeats of the two of them suddenly started beating wildly.
Guan Lang took a few steps closer, squatted down, and gently opened the door of the iron cage with his hand. The Jinjila in the cage was gray, and there was a cat tag with Gugu written on it hanging on its chest.
It's really his neighbor's cat.
"What do you want to do? Hey, this is my cat, don't touch it!" The man noticed Guan Lang bending down and reached out towards the cage. He shook his throat and warned in a seductive voice.
"Is this your cat?"
Guan Lang just raised his head and glanced at him, which frightened him so much that he quickly grabbed the knife in his hand and gestured at Guan Lang tremblingly.
Although Guan Lang did not show off his momentum, under the influence of his increasingly powerful spirit, the anger he revealed still made the two of them feel as if they were facing an abyss.
This is the fear of being crushed at the level of the gene chain.
He didn't know why he was so nervous, but the muscles of the man in front of him were as thick as a wall, and coupled with the dexterity of jumping from a wall more than two meters high, it was obvious that he was not the two thin men.
Men can resist.
He clutched the knife in his hand tightly, as if this shimmering silver metal blade could give him a sense of security. The other man in charge of filming was not much better, holding a flame-throwing electronic igniter with shaking hands.
It has to be like a sieve.
Although the two of them were ruthless and cruel to stray cats and captured domestic cats, they were just two weaklings who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
In fact, the vast majority of cat abuse lovers are such contradictory individuals with violent tendencies but as timid as mice. They can only obtain kuaigan from the process of abusing cats.
"You have a knife in your hand, but you don't dare to take action against an unarmed person like me? You are so cowardly." Guan Lang checked Jin Jila, there were no injuries, he clapped his hands and stood up, his tone slightly mocking.
He said.
"Don't provoke me! The knife has no eyes, you'd better get out right away!" The man said the most cruel words in the most cowardly tone.11