Without saying a word, Shi Ling turned around and fled. He did not rush to the main road, nor did he think about escaping into the "Daxiang Community", but turned around and ran towards the construction site in the distance.

The construction site is not far from the "Daxiang Community". It has just been relocated. There are concrete slags and steel bars everywhere. It can be seen that there are ruins. At night, it is cold and deserted, and Shi Ling rushed straight towards the ruins.

A group of little hooligans behind were chasing behind them frantically.

"There are seventeen people in total, none of them are empty-handed. This Xu Shangzhen seems to hate him very much."

Shi Ling thought while running away, and soon rushed into the ruins facing him, jumped and landed on a large concrete broken wall. When he turned around, the seventeen people behind him had been pulled apart from their original fan shape due to the speed of running, forming a long snake-shaped shape.

He reached out and quickly took out the "pain relief medicine" from his "magic bag", opened the bottle, poured one and swallowed it. The fastest-running thin man had already raised the machete in his hand and slashed fiercely at Shi Ling's legs who was standing on the low wall.

Judging from this stance, I really want to hit the knife, but I’m afraid that the knife will fall into the bone.

He kicked his feet on the low wall, Shi Ling jumped out, took the opportunity to take out the "military sect" and suddenly stabbed it out.

"Ah--" The thin man waving a machete screamed wildly. He saw Shi Ling with empty hands, and was not afraid of a "military sting" that would suddenly appear in his hand. The "military sting" was poked into a transparent hole in his thigh by the "military sting". The thin man howled wildly, and the machete in his hand danced.

Shi Ling's arm trembled, and he lowered his head and saw blood splashing out from his left arm. He had been accidentally cut by the machete in the thin man's hand. Because he took "pain relief medicine", Shi Ling could feel the machete's feeling of cutting the skin, but he could not feel the pain.

He pulled out the "military thorn" hard, and the thin man screamed and fell to the ground. He threw the machete aside, pressing his thigh with both hands desperately, rolling on the ground with pain.

"One..." Shi Ling murmured in his heart, and the second and third person had already rushed up. One of the little hooligans with long hair held a steel bar two feet long in his hand and smashed it hard at Shi Ling. The other was holding an iron rod and swept it towards his waist and legs. Both of them were all quick and ruthless. These little hooligans were used to fighting and their skills were much better than ordinary people.

When Shi Ling pulled out the "military sting" from the thin man's thigh, he had already taken out the "micro pistol" from the "magic bag" with his left hand. The two of them rushed up. Both sides were close, and Shi Ling shot them twice in the belly.

The "micro pistol" has limited lethality, far from being as good as a real pistol, and its range is shorter. However, the power of such two close-range strikes is still considerable. The micro bullets shot directly in. The two of them only felt a sharp pain in their stomachs and their bodies were stuck. Before they could understand what was going on, the long-haired man on the left was kicked hard by Shi Ling.

Shi Ling used a lot of strength to kick the long-haired man out, and just hit another little gangster behind him.

The two collided and shouted together and got out.

Shi Ling took advantage of the situation and rushed out. In his mind, the "ghost skull" released a steady stream of cool energy. This energy stimulated the "pineal gland", causing more and more powerful power to surge out of his body, increasing his strength, speed, and agility, allowing him to jump out in an instant, and pierced the thigh of the little hooligan who had just been hit by a long-haired man.

His thigh was pierced in an instant, and he pulled out the military spear and marked the blood. Shi Ling silently recited the "fourth" and rushed towards the fifth little gangster without stopping.

The thirteen people behind had all rushed over, but they didn't expect Shi Ling to take action so quickly. In the blink of an eye, four people were knocked to the ground by him. They were all stunned for a moment, and Shi Ling had already rushed out like a cheetah, and the military stab in his hand was stabbed, and the fifth little gangster fell to the ground.

"Ah—" Almost at the same moment, four people surrounded him, Shi Lingjun stabbed one, and the micro-pistol in his left hand hit one, and he was chanting "sixth" and "seventh" in his mind. Blood splattered on his back, and a machete and an iron rod fell on his body.

The machete cut a long hole, and blood splattered. Shi Ling did not feel the pain. The micro-pistol shot with a backhand but failed, but then two more shots were followed. Finally, one was knocked down again, and there were four bullets inside.

The attack power of the micro pistol is far away and the lethality becomes high. Even if it hits a person, it will only cause skin trauma, so Shi Ling must close the distance before shooting.

Among the seventeen people, he had already put down nine of them. These people did not take "pain relief" and were stabbed by military stabs to create a transparent blood hole in their body. Their whole legs were ruined and rolled on the ground in pain, and they could no longer stand up.

The eight people who were eight times covered in cold sweat, either holding machetes or holding iron rods to surround Shi Ling.

At this time, they also noticed that Shi Ling was holding a small black pistol smaller than a slap that they had never seen before. The pistol shot silently, and they also found that the pistol was not very lethal. Otherwise, Shi Ling would have shot one from afar, and as long as he could knock down two or three of them, the rest would have scattered like birds and beasts.

Shi Ling was seriously injured by a knife behind him, and the blood dyed his shirt red, but there was no expression of pain on his face, staring at the eight people around him like a wolf. This expression made the little hooligans around him frightened.

He waved the bloody military thorn in his hand slightly, revealing his white teeth, and grinned: "Come on, go on—" This hideous expression combined with the nine people around who were lying on the ground and moaning in pain, seemed indescribable and weird and terrifying.

Xu Shangzhen held an iron stick tightly in his hand, and his whole body was trembling slightly. He felt his legs weak. He had never seen such a cruel person before. He was injured and did not show any pain.

"You guys don't come up? Then I'll come up-" Shi Ling grinned and suddenly rushed towards Xu Shangzhen.

"Everyone, come on--" Xu Shangzhen shouted, but he instinctively retreated. When he retreated, he was tripped by a piece of gravel and fell heavily.

This time, Xu Shangzhen was the leader. He stole a lot of money from his family. With his usual relationship, he found so many little hooligans. He originally wanted to defeat Shi Ling, but he was lawless for them, who had no scruples, and even had a temper, and even dared to kill people.

And if something really happened, Xu Shangzhen believed that his father would settle everything.

Now Xu Shangzhen was so scared that he retreated and fell down, and the other seven little hooligans suddenly felt timid.

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