Chapter 3: The Death of Kuroko

  Han Yu was taken aback, it was the first time he had heard that getting a haircut could involve asking about head size. Poor cucumber egg, he didn't know that this was a red-light district, and here big head small head had entirely different meanings.

  "Cough," Han Yu shook his head and said: "I don't know if my head is big or small?"

  Next to them, two people were trying not to laugh, and the girl also burst out laughing. She patted Han Yu's chest twice and said with a sly smile: "Whether it's big or small, we'll know after seeing it. Why don't you show us sisters?"

  Han Yu found something was wrong, he didn't know where this place was, but he wasn't stupid. Especially when the girl spoke, he saw a middle-aged man holding his pants coming out of a small room behind him through the mirror, and inside there was another girl sitting naked on the bed wiping...

  Han Yu dodged and jumped up, taking two steps before scurrying out: "No washing, no washing!"

  That girl is going to call again, where is his figure? Han Yu brought out the speed of his 5-kilometer cross-country sprint.

  "Nobody's biting you, do you have to run that fast?" The girl stomped her foot in dissatisfaction, causing the pair of fierce-looking shoes she was wearing to swing back and forth. The two girls beside her couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

  After being scared off by the girl, Han Yu Sheng was afraid that she would catch up to him again, so he didn't slow down but instead ran while looking back to see if anyone was chasing after him.

  Just as the empty space behind him was about to calm down, a person suddenly rushed out from the side of the road. The two people were about to collide, and Han Yu quickly reached out with one hand on the other's shoulder and pressed the other on his waist, using the force to flip over the other's head.

  "What the hell are you doing? Where are you going?" The man was startled by Han Yu, and he didn't even see clearly how Han Yu passed by, but glared with his eyes and scolded.

  His face was full of horizontal flesh, especially that one bright and shiny bald head, which was particularly eye-catching in the night, and had a somewhat sinister tone.

  Han Yu's face changed slightly, and before he could speak, another person ran up from behind the bald man: "Sorry little brother, we have an urgent matter..."

  As he spoke, he pulled the bald man once.

  "Kid, keep your eyes open next time!" The bald man glared at Han Yu fiercely before strutting away.

  Han Yu looked at their departing figures, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Just now he had pressed something on the waist of Da Han, a gun, a handgun, absolutely no mistake!

  This bald head actually came out with a gun? Han Yu thought for a moment and followed him.

  The two of them came out of the alley and got into a black Santana by the side of the road. The car started up immediately.

  When He Ruyu caught up, he only saw a bare car butt. The car turned around and disappeared immediately.

  The dark night sky is gloomy, with swirling cold winds that make people shiver with cold, it's deep autumn.

  Han Yu stood by the side of the road with a bitter smile and shook his head, walking in the opposite direction.

  He is not Superman and will not take it upon himself to save humanity, that's what the police are for.

  He now just wants to find a stable job, pay off his debts, and give his parents a happy and peaceful old age.

  Han Yu walked with her hands in her sleeves for a while, until she saw a big gate. Only then did she realize that she had been walking along the wall all this time. In the past, this school was a sacred place during her student days. Once you entered here, it was equivalent to having one foot step into the threshold of university.

  Of course, after the college entrance examination, more people stepped back with that foot again.

  With a glance, Han Yu determined the direction and walked towards the road directly opposite the school. The street was empty, with only a few pedestrians, and the sound of the wind whistling and the neon lights flickering in the distance.

  The resplendent "80" is written in several large characters, visible from far away.

  Just by looking at the cars parked at the entrance, you can tell that the people who come to consume here are all rich. Han Yu looked far away and sighed silently in his heart, wondering when he would have the financial resources to come to such a place to sing and relax?

  At this moment, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Several people came out from the back of the magnificent 80s, five or six people, with a person wearing sunglasses at the front, wearing a white suit, and walked towards an Audi A6 parked in the middle, obviously a boss-level figure.

  However, Han Yu was looking at neither of them, but rather at the person standing on the far left wearing a black casual outfit, Hei Zi.

  That's right, it's Hei Zi. How did he get here? Han Yu raised an eyebrow, and at this moment, a car suddenly came over from afar with dazzling lights.

  A screeching sound of brakes rose, Han Yu's eyes narrowed, and he flashed to the dark side, his gaze condensed: That Santana without a license plate?

  As soon as he saw the other car's movement, Hei Zi immediately became alert and jumped onto the front cover of his own car, blocking the Audi from the other side.

  Bang!

  A hot blood spurted out of Hei Zi's chest, his face turned white in an instant. However, he didn't fall down, but instead took a step forward and blocked the car door with one hand, turning around to shout loudly: "Go, go quickly..."

  "Hei Zi!" Han Yu was taken aback for a moment before suddenly letting out a loud roar and charging forward like an arrow shot from a bowstring.

  He knew they had guns and that they were definitely up to no good, but he never expected them to be after Hei Zi.

  Han Yu's ears had already become deaf to everything, he only vaguely saw Hei Zi seeming to turn his head and say something, then the old boss in white clothes hastily got on the car.

  Hei Zi was shot again and then he was pushed out of the car door with force.

  "Ah!" Han Yu suddenly shouted and jumped up, his right hand pressed on the top of the rapidly escaping Audi car, and he flipped over.

  His eyes were left with only the bald head holding a gun and the middle-aged man beside him.

  Han Yu rushed up like a wild beast, carrying a cold killing aura, and grabbed the bald-headed gunman's hand with one hand. His knee fiercely collided with him.

  Crack!

  The sharp bone spur easily pierced his skin, exposed in the dark night.

  Before the bald man could even let out a cry of pain, Han Yu's knee suddenly shot up and then swept across his armpit.

  The bald man's one hundred and sixty-seven kilogram body flew up like a sandbag thrown by a child, heavily landing on the hood of Santana.

  The middle-aged man next to him suddenly slammed the muzzle over, but Han Yu's gun was much faster than his.

  The bullet strangely entered his gun mouth, and the middle-aged man had not figured out what was going on before his arm was caught by Han Yu. Immediately after, a severe pain came from his shoulder, and his arm was actually forcibly dislocated by Han Yu.

  Although he was also a ruthless character, he couldn't help but let out a painful hum, and a layer of fine white sweat broke out on his body, which was immediately blown by the cold wind, feeling cool and refreshing.

  Han Yu's eyes flashed with a cold killing intent, his hand on the other person's neck was about to use force when a weak voice suddenly came from beside him: "No, don't..."

  Han Yu's whole body shook, he suddenly threw away the middle-aged man and knelt down beside Hei Zi.

  The fresh blood stained Hei Zi's clothes and also chilled Han Yu's heart.

  Everything seemed slow, but in fact it happened within a few breaths. When Han Yu Gan took down the two assassins, the Audi had just escaped to the middle school gate.

  "Don't, don't kill him, if you kill him, you'll have to go...to prison, it's not worth it!" Hei Zi grasped Han Yu's wrist tightly, his breathing heavily, as if he was about to suffocate at any moment.

  He was shot twice, one in the chest and one in the abdomen. Now, his clothes are soaked with blood.

  Han Yu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley as soon as he saw the muzzle. He nodded tightly and said in a low voice, "Heizi, I know, don't say anything, I'll take you to the hospital right now!"

  He saw him nod, and Hei Zi's mouth twitched, as if smiling: "No need, no need."

  He trembled as he reached into his own pants pocket, and Han Yu saw the situation and quickly stretched out her hand to take it out for him.

  It's money, a thick layer bound with a white paper strip. The crimson color under the distant multicolored neon lights is piercing to the eyes.

  "This is 5,500 yuan, I'll give you the change, find a job, don't follow in my footsteps..."

  Han Yu's nose turned sour, and her eyes could no longer bear the weight of tears, falling onto Hei Zi's face.

  "I, I still have three... thirty thousand yuan... consolation money... for me to give to Zhihan... first, don't tell her yet..." Before he could finish speaking, Heizi's head slumped to one side, and he stopped breathing.

  Han Yu's hands trembled as he slowly closed his eyes, and softly said: "Don't worry, I'll take care of Zhi Huan, treat her like my own little sister, and support her education..."

  Han Yu slowly stood up, a bolt of lightning flashed over his head, illuminating his body like an ancient demon emerging from the earth.

  The bald head and the middle-aged man had just gotten up, saw the situation and couldn't help but tremble all over, almost slipping back.

  "Bang!" The bald man's cheek was punched, he stumbled backward a few steps, before he could steady himself, suddenly a large hand appeared on the back of his neck, pressing his head heavily into the car window, and then his body retreated, smashing against the rear door.

  After his face had been in contact with the car skin for more than a dozen times, the whole face was bloody and unclear which part was which.

  He casually threw him to the ground, watching as the middle-aged man ran tens of meters away. Han Yu expressionlessly opened the car door and got in. The Santana slowly started moving, heading straight for the middle-aged man and hitting him.

  Bang!

  The middle-aged man was like a balloon that had been beaten out by a big hammer, rolling out five or six meters before finally stopping.

  He had just thought of getting up when a foot landed on his chest.

  Han Yu bent down and looked at him coldly: "Tell me, who sent you?"

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