"I will be responsible for supervising the completion of the task and paying you the remainder besides the deposit." Dahan said.

"For the sake of money, I won't kill you."

Wu Xiaode waved his hand and struck at random.

The big man stood up and tried to block it, but he did so. He was about to say a few harsh words, but found that something was wrong with the situation.

He found himself flying.

Boom!

His back hit the wall, causing the entire store to sway.

Everyone fell silent.

A casual punch can achieve such an effect, and I don't know how much this young man's soul power has reached.

A breath passed.

The boss heard the noise, peeked out from the kitchen, brought the dishes over, and added a chair and a pair of bowls and chopsticks for Wu Xiaode.

"Thank you." Wu Xiaode said.

He sat down on it and started to eat.

With that slap just now, no one made a sound.

It happens to be lunch time too.

Wu Xiaode hurried on non-stop. The noodles he had eaten in the morning had long been digested. Now he was hungry, so he put large pieces of chicken and mushrooms in the hot pot and started eating.

The ingredients in the mountains were full of flavor. He ate three bites of vegetables, two bites of rice, and drank a sip of beer. He was very happy.

Not long after eating, the time was almost on time.

"Okay, everyone is here and ready to start working."

said the man who called himself the autopsy examiner.

He glanced at Wu Xiaode and said seriously: "Brother, you are the youngest, and you are responsible for reconnaissance of the surrounding situation. If the police or strong men come, you have to take action."

For these people, killing villagers is nothing more than chopping melons and vegetables.

What I'm really afraid of is an accident.

Now putting Wu Xiaode in this position can be regarded as "reuse".

Wu Xiaode ate the meat and said with a smile: "But I want to kill someone."

Everyone laughed along with him.

Those who are capable of doing this have more or less special hobbies.

It would be strange if this young man didn't like killing people.

"It's okay," the big man said with a clear smile, "After the brothers have finished their work, I will leave a few for you to kill to your heart's content - by the way, what kind of killing do you like?"

"Killing women is the most interesting." Someone interjected.

"Women are boring, children are interesting." Another person answered.

"It feels good to kill a whole family." The third person said.

"No, these are too ordinary," Wu Xiaode took a sip of cold beer and shook his head: "Everywhere we walk is purgatory. If you only care about killing ordinary people, you will get farther and farther away from the height of an artist."

"Then what do you mean by killing is art?" the big man asked.

Everyone looked at Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode put down the wine bottle and said with a grin: "There are people who are haunted by the ghosts of grievances."

Clang!

The long knife beside him seemed to move, but then seemed not to move.

The expressions on everyone's faces froze.

They sat there motionless, keeping their expressions of listening.

Only the man who called himself the autopsy examiner was hit by something. He flew out of the fast food restaurant and hit the big tree on the other side of the road with a loud noise.???.

Wu Xiaode picked up the chopsticks and continued to look for something to eat in the hot pot.

He fished out a few pieces of lotus root, but not satisfied yet, he fished out two more pieces of chicken, a piece of tofu, and a piece of yam, piled them all into the bowl, and then he lowered his head and started eating.

Outside.

The big man took off a piece of soft armor that broke into two pieces from his body and roared:

"You are violating the mission requirements and will be hunted down by the entire underground world!"

A hand stretched out from the void and slapped him hard.

He clenched his other hand into a fist and threw out an iron fist.

Boom!

The big man took a step back after being beaten, but his face showed no expression, as if he was not afraid of the punch at all.

The two demonic hands used Beng Jin, Swing Jin, and Pound Jin continuously to hit the big man alternately.

The big man sometimes took the blows and sometimes resisted, but he was never injured.

He strode towards Wu Xiaode.

"It turns out that it's Kung Fu practiced by people with golden bells and iron cloth shirts. It's disrespectful and disrespectful!"

After Wu Xiaode finished speaking, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, placed something on the table, and continued to eat.

It was a pair of black boxing gloves.

There are fine stitches on both gloves, bending the red monster tendons into a "three" character.

The length and shape of the red ribs on the entire pair of gloves are exactly the same. They look really good against the black leather of the gloves, which shows that the person who made these gloves put a lot of effort into them.

The magic hands outside the store suddenly disappeared.

They appeared on the chair next to Wu Xiaode, put on the two gloves, and then hurriedly flew out.

Halfway through the flight, the two magic hands slipped into the magic mist and disappeared.

The next moment.

The big man rushed to the door of the fast food restaurant and was about to exhale when his whole body suddenly froze.

Behind him, close to his buttocks, two magic hands had just completed a fixed-point blast.

The big man said coldly: "It's useless, that's not my cover. No matter how you use such unflattering methods, you can't hurt me."

As soon as the words fell——

boom!!!

Exploding flames spurted out from behind him.

The big man screamed and jumped three feet high. When he fell down, he was hit by a combination of punches by the magic hands, and his whole body was immediately covered in flames.

The demonic hands did not spare him and kept beating him all the time.

At the beginning, the big man could still block a few attacks, but the attacks of the demonic hands were getting faster and faster, the flames were getting stronger and stronger, and he gradually lost his ability to guard against it.

Only then did Wu Xiaode put down his chopsticks, put his hand on the Dream Blowing Knife, and staggered out of the snack bar.

"There are so many innocent souls, they are attached to a wild dog - they are all waiting for your death."

He glanced in the air with emotion and said.

The big man gritted his teeth and was about to answer when he saw a sharp golden thread flash past his eyes.

Clang!

Wu Xiaode put away the knife, chewed some uneaten food, walked back to the snack bar, sat on a chair, and picked up a bowl of rice.

Outside the door, the big man was lying on the ground motionless.

His head rolled out and was picked up by a flying wild dog.
Chapter completed!