Chapter 48: Blood-colored Murderous Intent (3/3)

  Some habits can be fatal.

  It just so happened that Wang Yu used to wear a baseball cap when he went out to do things. At this time, although he was seven or eight points drunk, Wang Yu still secretly frowned and felt suspicious, using the feeding system to check. The strongest sentence in the opponent's current mental activity is: "Hmph, I'm more accustomed to killing people, Wang Yu, you wait for hell."

  Wang Yu broke out in a cold sweat, and his intoxication was suddenly sobered by thirty percent. Someone wanted to kill him? Who? Since he stopped asking about Jianghu affairs, some old grudges had been severed, and even if someone wanted to take revenge on him, they were blocked by the Ninth Master's people.

  "Pull over in front of the supermarket entrance, I'll get off to buy a pack of cigarettes." Wang Yu said calmly and quietly, still sounding drunk.

  "There's no parking allowed here, but if you have a smoking addiction, you can smoke mine first." The driver said, tossing a pack of Yangguang Liqun cigarettes over the back seat, which landed right in front of Wang Yu through the car's interior barrier.

  Wang Yu took it, but his heart skipped a beat, knowing that this killer was quite skilled. He said with some regret, "Thanks, but I don't like Liqun, I've always smoked Yuxi. Move aside, let me see if there's a small supermarket around where I can stop and buy a pack of cigarettes, it'll only take a few dozen seconds."

  The driver hesitated for a moment and finally slowed down, pulling over to the side of the road.

  Wang Yu saw a small supermarket and excitedly shouted: "Just stop in front, there is a parking line, I'll go and come back."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Yu got off the car with a wobble and walked into the small supermarket to buy cigarettes.

  The driver stared at Wang Yu's back, took out his phone and dialed a number: "Big Eye Brother, we've reached halfway, he insisted on stopping to buy cigarettes. Yeah, he's had too much to drink, shouldn't suspect us. Tell them to get ready, I'll arrive at the designated location in five minutes."

  Wang Yu was thinking of a countermeasure, asked Bao Yuxi for a cigarette, lit one for himself, and waited for the change to glance outside. The taxi was still there, either giving money to find an excuse to leave or continuing to sit, then taking the opportunity to find out who was behind the scenes?

  "Hiding? That's not my style." Wang Yu took the change and walked unsteadily towards the taxi.

  He didn't directly sit in the back row, but instead walked around and stood in front of the driver, handing him a cigarette: "Brother, try this cigarette of ours, it's not worse than Liqun. Come on, I'll light one for you."

  The driver was forced by him and had no choice but to take one and let him light it.

  The lighter suddenly made a "puff" sound and sprayed out a long flame that burned his face and eyebrows.

  "You..." The driver cursed loudly, but before he could say anything, Wang Yu punched him in the face. His head buzzed and his nose started bleeding profusely as he realized he had been recognized.

  "Who told you to come and kill me?" Wang Yu's left hand grasped his hair, her right hand pinched his chin, and with just a slight twist, she could snap his neck.

  "What are you talking about? Have you had too much to drink? I'm just a driver, driving." The young driver's face turned pale, seemingly fearful, with tears and snot coming out.

  "Who is Big Brother?" Wang Yu suddenly sneered.

  The young driver's expression changed, and he suddenly pushed open the car door, forcibly squeezing out Wang Yu.

  Wang Yu merely plucked out a few of his hairs but was unable to twist off his neck.

  The driver escaped from another car door and rushed towards the dark alley. Wang Yu didn't get the answer he wanted, so he naturally chased after him closely. Since someone wanted to kill him, he didn't mind killing the other person first. Of course, having retired from the Jianghu for many years and not taking action personally, he could find someone to help.

  "Stop the thief! He stole my wallet, which had the wedding ring I just bought!" Wang Yu shouted while chasing after him, hoping that passersby could help block his way. Even if they just threw some rotten eggs or stinky vegetables, it would slow down the killer's speed.

  At this shout, the pedestrians on the road actually avoided them even more, making way in the middle of the street, letting them chase each other.

  The driver-killer was covered in blood and didn't look like a good person. Wang Yu had bandages wrapped around his head and also didn't look like a good guy. No one dared to approach them.

  Wang Yu chased for two streets, and when he stopped, he found that the driver was no longer running, panting with laughter.

  "Haha, you shouldn't have followed me today."

  "But I've already caught up with you, and it was quite a struggle."

  "You're done for."

  "Whose death is a certainty, but it's not today."

  The driver killer wiped the blood from his face, whistled, and four men walked out of the alley with machetes in their hands. One of them, speaking in a Northeastern accent, said discontentedly: "Xiao Si, where's your car? How did you get beaten up with blood all over your face? Don't forget, you're the main killer today."

  "I don't know how, but he saw through me. You guys cripple him first, and I'll finish him off with the last blow." The driver-killer said viciously.

  This is a garbage dump. Because a new residential area is going to be built, all the nearby residents have moved away. The old houses are demolished and scattered, looking very desolate.

  Wang Yu picked up a half-meter-long steel bar from the ruins and smiled: "It's a good place to kill someone."

  His smile was somewhat ferocious in the dead of night. At this time, he thought of Xie Xiaoxiao's divination, a disaster of blood and light? Heh heh, it's uncertain whose blood it is.

  One slash came, and the steel bar in his hand met it. Clang, sparks flew everywhere.

  A handful of ash fell from Wang Yu's hand and landed on the man's face.

  "You scoundrel!" The man with the knife cursed loudly.

  The next second, Wang Yu's steel pipe was already smashing into his head.

  With a loud crash, he fell straight down and was silent forever.

  Another slash, Wang Yu's shoulder leaned to one side, barely dodging, but the other two had already crept up behind him. Two knives swooped down, chopping at his neck and head.

  With a roll on the ground, he dodged the two deadly knives and used the steel bar as a club to strike the knee of another person. With a cracking sound, that person let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, clutching his leg and rolling around. His kneecap was shattered, and even if it healed, he would be lame for life.

  Bang! A gunshot suddenly rang out in the darkness.

  This is their killer mace.

  Before the gunshot, Wang Yu had already tilted his head and fallen backwards. The bullet grazed his scalp as it flew by, scorching his skin with its fiery head.

  If it weren't for the Master System detecting several people's inner activities, he would be a dead man by now.

  "You dare to mess with the North District! Wang Yu's body kept moving, darting between the two knife-wielding men, using their bodies to block the gunman's attack. Meanwhile, the driver killer took advantage of the opportunity to pick up a machete and join the fray."

  "This is the old city district, it doesn't count as the northern district." Someone explained in the darkness.

  Whoosh! The steel bar in Wang Yu's hand flew out. Bang, a muffled hum of anger came from the darkness, but with rapid breathing, apparently not hanging.

  "He's unarmed, take him down." The driver-killer slashed a few times with precision, not a drop of blood spilled, apparently he hadn't killed many people before.

  Bang! Another shot, but Wang Yu dodged to the side and fell to the ground a few seconds before the gunshot. The bullet grazed his shoulder and flew past.

  As he fell to the ground, Wang Yu kicked one of the knife-wielding men in the crotch. Just as he was about to expand his gains, two knives came crashing down. Wang Yu quickly rolled away, and the two knives landed on the spot where he had just been lying.

  Wang Yu picked up a stone and smashed it onto the head of the man who was covering his crotch. With a loud crash, the man fell to the ground with a muffled sound, his limbs convulsing.

  Wang Yu retreated and then pushed up two stones, grasping them in his hands.

  Wang Yu's methods are extremely vicious and unscrupulous, using every dirty trick in the book. However, they prove to be very effective in street fighting.

  "I'll fight this kid to the end." The last Northeasterner's eyes turned red, and he learned from Wang Yu's tactics, throwing out the chopping knife in his hand.

  Wang Yu didn't move, and the knife deviated by half a foot, brushing past his side.

  "You think you're a flying knife, huh? You want to play with flying knives, but you're far from it." Just as Wang Yu spoke, two stones flew towards the driver's killer. In his hand was still a cold weapon, and whenever there was a threat, he would strike fiercely. As for the one holding the gun, the system monitored him at all times, and as soon as he showed strong murderous intent, it would lock onto a certain part of his body. At that moment, Wang Yu's thoughts were strongest, and he could dodge in advance.

  A stone hit the driver's killer and he dodged, but the second one didn't dodge, hitting him on the shoulder, causing him to let out a pained howl.

  The Northeasterner charged at Wang Yu with his bare fists.

  Wang Yu lightly floated a deer jump, jumping to the side of Da Han's body, and punched his brain. With a thud, another one fell down.

  The driver killer retreated step by step into the dark alley.

  Someone spoke in the darkness: "The four great heavenly kings under Ninth Master are indeed famous for nothing. They can actually dodge my two shots. I'm here to do business, and I only fire three shots. If you can dodge the last shot, I won't take your job again."

  "Yang Sanqiang, stop pretending to be a master. You should know my rules by now - anyone who wants to kill me must first prepare to be killed themselves. Since you dared to take on this job, you should also prepare to meet your own death. There are still two bullets left in your gun, let's make a bet."

  The bloody smell stimulated Wang Yu's hidden murderous intention in his bones, and he took out a dagger from the dead big man.

  After a moment of silence in the darkness, he cautiously asked: "How do you bet?"