Let the Villain Go

There was a loud argument in the yard, and the two reacted and separated with embarrassment.

Ye Peitian stood up embarrassedly, “I’ll go out and have a look.”

He left a little flustered, tripped at the foot of the bed, and almost fell to the ground.

Standing outside the yard was a tall, thin woman with heavy makeup, holding a thin metal smoke pipe that was popular in this era. She instructed several big men to drag Xiao Mu from the opposite house.

Xiao Mu broke free of the hands that pulled him, “Sister Lin, the money I owe you has been paid off even with the interest. What else do you want?”

“If you say you paid off, it paid off?” Sister Lin lifted the cigarette rod, smoked the cigarette, and spat out a thin smoke ring, “You are a lamb, and the principal must be doubled.”

“You!” Xiao Mu rushed forward angrily, but was pulled by the two burly giants left and right, and pressed on the ground.

“Brother!” A blind-eyed little girl fumbled out of the door and called him anxiously.

“Who told you to come out? Go back to the house!” Xiao Mu turned around and yelled in the direction of the little girl.

The little girl shuddered, bit her lip, and stepped back slowly.

Looking at his sister who was blind, Xiao Mu compromised. He lowered his head, “Sister Lin, give way to live.”

“That’s pretty good.” Sister Lin stretched out her thin fingers and lifted his jaw, and sprayed a cigarette on his face, “Come to me and do a month of labor.”

“I won’t go,” Xiao Mu looked away and showed a look of resentment.

 “That place has some perverts. No one can live for a month. Sister Lin, forgive me for a little while, I will definitely give you the crystals.”

Sister Lin raised her eyebrows and stared down at him, “You haven’t figured it out yet. In this world, weak people like you, don’t have the power to choose.”

She straightened up and smoked a cigarette, “Beat him until he serves.”

The dull fist and foot sounded in the yard. The young man fell to the ground curling up his thin body. He held his head tightly, and didn’t make a sound.

Every door in the courtyard door quietly opened a slit, and there were pedestrians standing far outside the courtyard door. People watched the atrocity numbly, and no one thought what should be done.

“Hey enough, there is no need to be so ruthless,” a woman’s voice came from the dark alley opposite.

Sister Lin lifted her eyes, “Wu Lili, are you confused?”

The sound in the alley seemed to be strangled, and it quieted down instantly.

This sister Lin was a fourth-order saint herself. In this base with few high-ranking saints, she opened a small group with no countertops in Hualiu Lane by various means. There were several thugs underneath, and ordinary people living at the bottom were afraid to provoke her.

For a long time, after she didn’t hear what she wanted, Sister Lin started to feel impatient. ”Okay, break his legs and bring him back.”

Just when she said the words that determined his life and death, a man suddenly appeared beside her without warning.

The man’s dark forehead was covered with a mask, and she couldn’t see his eyes and expression.

Sister Lin only saw the delicate dark silver mask turned to herself. At the next moment, there was a sharp pain in her body. She was kicked from the courtyard by one foot, and hit the telephone pole across the street and fell on the ground. It was too painful to climb.

The group of thugs who followed her hadn’t responded yet. The man stretched his legs and stepped out of the door.

A clang was heard in the air, and the buzzing sound of the sharp weapon echoed in the air. No one saw how he pulled the knife, what action he did. No one even caught the flash of the knife.

They just saw the abandoned telegraph pole, which had been attached to Sister Lin’s scalp diagonally cut in two, slowly staggered and fell to the ground.

When the dust from the telephone pole fell, people saw the figure holding the long knife. The man stood in front of the threshold. He was very tall, with a silver mask and only his strong jaw and tight lips were exposed, full of apathy of strangeness.

His body wasn’t strong, with tenacity in his weight loss, and his tight waist had a tension that could explode at any time. The knife in his hand was nothing but something that could be found everywhere on the street, not even a magic weapon. But almost no one on the scene had the confidence they could escape from the knife.

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