There are flowers blooming on the street, but everyone seems to be indifferent. Some are walking alone on the street, or a group of people are having fun on the street, but their backs are always bleak.

A young man raised his head slightly and looked at the hazy street market under the neon lights. Finally, his eyes were parallel to the street scene and he slowly walked forward.

"Boss, come and make Xiao Long Bao." Qian Mo walked around the bustling street for more than an hour. In contrast to the bright lights, there were slightly dim vendors on the street.

I ordered a relatively cheap Xiao Long Bao at a relatively deserted food stall. Although I didn’t have much money, I hadn’t eaten seriously in the past few days. Qian Mo was really hungry!

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged man in his forties. However, due to the torture of life, he leaves early and comes home late. His hair is already a little gray, and his face looks as haggard as if he is in his fifties.

Seeing that Qian Mo's clothes were a little torn and slovenly, the boss smiled at his cold face and didn't answer. He picked up the steamer on the stove and stirred it up before walking to the seat where Qian Mo sat down.

"Young man, you have to work hard outside, but you can't make it hard on yourself." The boss placed a steamer in front of Qian Mo, glanced at him, patted him on the shoulder, and said with some seriousness.

Looking at the forlorn back of the stall owner, Qian Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but still didn't speak.

Gently opening the steamer, Qian Mo frowned when he saw the small steamed buns inside. The steamer was packed to the brim, with a total of fifteen!

Even though Qian Mo had just returned to China not long ago, Qian Mo was not inexperienced in the world, and he understood that this was something the boss had done to him. He turned and looked at the stall owner who was sitting back in his seat. The stall owner was rolling a cigarette and seemed to feel Qian Mo's gaze.

, also turned around and smiled softly

After looking into the stall owner's eyes for a while, Qian Mo's lips slightly raised. This was a joyful thing to come back to China.

Maybe the boss thinks that he is a down-and-out wage earner, or an unemployed person living on the streets, but what does that mean to Qian Mo? The five extra xiaolongbao in the steamer are the key point.

Mind!

Qian Mo picked up one with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth with some chili sauce on it, and didn't chew it twice. Others would take one bite in three or two, but he just swallowed it directly.

He didn't care at all about the surprised or disgusted looks of the three or two tables of guests around him. He was hungry!

"Look at that man, he looks like he hasn't eaten anything. I've lost my appetite just by looking at him." A young couple sitting two tables away from Qian Mo saw a pretty woman with heavy make-up.

She had a disgusting expression on her eating face and acted coquettishly towards the meal ticket she had been with for just a week.

The neatly dressed man who was obviously a white-collar worker also frowned: "Where are these migrant workers from? It really affects my mood!"

After saying that, he directly picked up his girlfriend next to him, threw 20 yuan on the table, and said: "Let's go, honey, let's go to the newly opened Western restaurant on the cross street. There won't be such disgusting migrant workers there."

The man's voice was undisguised. The normal volume of the voice allowed people around him to slightly hear the disgust in his tone. However, Qian Mo seemed not to hear it and continued to eat the xiaolongbao in front of him without looking at it.

To him, seeing a couple hugging each other and leaving was nothing.

...

When Qian Mo was immersed in sweeping the steamed buns in the cage, and there were still three small steamed buns in the cage, the corners of his mouth that were originally slightly raised slowly returned to normal.

He slowly raised his head and looked across the street in front of him. There were about a dozen gangsters holding knives and cutting through steel pipes. Among them, a gangster with green comb hair was looking at him with a sinister smile on his face.

Qian Mo watched them coming, but he didn't stop when he reached his hands, but the speed of picking up the buns was much slower, because there were only two of them, and the Xiao Long Bao tasted pretty good!

...

"Pah!" The green-haired gangster slashed the knife in his hand deeply into the table where Qian Mo was sitting. He stepped on the stool and stared at Qian Mo with a ruthless expression on his face. The other gangsters also dispersed around.

Hold him and form an encirclement

When the customers at the stall saw these dozen gangsters coming with knives, they were frightened and dispersed in panic. The boss wanted to run away, but he was reluctant to leave the stall that he had worked hard for for many years, so he could only hide under the table.

My body was shaking with fear

"Are you Qian Mo?" Lu Mao looked at the man in front of him leisurely eating the last bun, and became angry. The man in front of him clearly didn't take him seriously.

"You...is this nonsense?" Qian Mo chewed the last bun a few times before swallowing it. He slowly stood up under the increasingly fiery eyes of Green Hair, and glanced slightly at the gangsters around him, thinking in his heart

I also have some foundation

When Lu Mao saw him like this, he didn't get angry and rushed forward or cursed loudly. Although he was angry, he was not a fool. There was a boss who paid for Qian Mo's life, and this person was Qian Mo. He just chopped him to death in front of him.

This is the person who is wasting his own saliva by being so verbose.

"Kill him!" Lu Mao growled, trying to pull out the knife that had just hit the table. However, he exerted force twice with his arm, but the knife did not move at all. Lu Mao looked up and saw the young man with

His left hand actually pressed down on the knife head, preventing him from moving!

Seeing that Lu Mao's knife couldn't be drawn out, the gangsters around him cleverly stepped forward and waved their steel pipe blades at Qian Mo.

But Qian Mo didn't panic. A carp swam away and passed under the table, avoiding their attacks. Qian Mo, who passed under the table again, kicked the green hair away with a beautiful kick.

He stood up straight and took out the knife from where Lu Mao was standing.

As if he could see from behind, he didn't turn his head, and held the knife behind his back, barely blocking the sneak attack from the two gangsters behind him. After blocking it, Qian Mo even raised his wrist, turned around, and launched a sneak attack with the knife.

Go away

"Ah!" Two cries of pain suddenly resounded through the night sky. The two gangsters who attacked were holding their right wrists tightly. Their knives fell to the ground, and the blood dripping from their wrists dripped on the knife.

There were traces of marks on their right wrists, and their right wrists were broken by Qian Mo!

The gangster was a little frightened when he saw that the hand tendons of his two companions were cut off directly, but his eyes turned red. Although they usually fight and scold, they eat, drink and have fun together and have already regarded each other as friends.

, and now that their friends are being treated like this, how can they not be angry?

And the good thing Qian Mo said in the novel that the protagonist's tiger body shook and scared away the little gangster would never happen to him.

I saw the three gangsters in front and right of Qian Mo glanced at their companions who were covering their wrists, and angrily raised their swords and swung them at Qian Mo. Qian Mo didn't panic, and deftly jumped up, down, and moved to the left.

Damn it, the little gangster can't hurt Qian Mo at all.

At this time, the other gangsters around him also slowed down and raised their knives to attack, but Qian Mo's body skills became more and more flexible. Every time the knife and steel pipe was about to hit, Qian Mo could dodge or block it with the knife in his hand.

drive away

Three more gangsters came to bully him, and Qian Mo's eyes gradually became colder. He was not afraid at all if he were to fight alone, but these gangsters were as glued to him as bubble gum, and they couldn't let go of their hands and feet. He looked at those who wanted to sneak attack from the left.

The gangster, the knife in Qian Mo's hand suddenly spun quickly in his hand like a speeding car, making the gangsters who were paying attention around him feel frightened.

At this moment, Qian Mo swerved to the left, stood up and made a small jump. He kept spinning the knife in his hand, and cut from the side. The knife tube in the hands of the three people who attacked him was knocked away. Then he closed the knife in his hand and flew away.

The three gangsters were kicked hard in the chest before and after kicking out their legs. They flew two meters away before landing hard. Judging from the distorted look on their faces, the kick on the chest was not light.

When Qian Mo flew out with a kick, he had just landed. Two gangsters not far away from him wanted to attack him unprepared. They raised their swords and slashed Qian Mo down without dodging. They lowered their bodies, rotated 360 degrees, and swept across.

Sweeping the two of them down in front of him

Qian Mo didn't even look at the two people on the ground. He directly raised his foot and kicked one of them in the abdomen. The person flew out like a sandbag and knocked down the two gangsters in front of him like bowling balls.

But Qian Mo didn't stop, he raised his right hand slightly, raised his wrist, and pointed the knife in his hand straight towards the palm of another gangster on the ground.

"Ah!" Another heartbreaking sound of pain sounded. The gangster who fell to the ground looked at the knife that passed through the palm of his hand, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

After finishing these things, Qian Mo turned around and looked at the green-haired gangster whose hands were trembling. As if he hadn't done anything, his tone was as always: "Are you still playing?"

'Play...' Lu Mao was stung fiercely. He turned around and looked at the gangsters who fell to the ground. He saw each one groaning in pain. His eyes fell on the man who fell to the ground next to Qianmo, and his eyes moved to the stabbed man.

With the knife in his palm, the corners of Lu Mao's eyes also shrank unnaturally. He looked at the other people who were still standing but felt unsteady. Lu Mao's mouth was even a little dry.

At this time, regret and anger were mixed in his heart. The person who bought Qianmo's life did not say that this person was so difficult to deal with. He thought that killing one person among ten people would be like squeezing an ant to death, but at this time,

But it was this person who said it! He was playing! Playing with his own dozen or so people! Lu Mao has begun to regret that he coveted that money!

Seeing that the green-haired gangster looked stupid and didn't speak for a long time, Qian Mo's brows moved again. He didn't have the patience to wait.

Qian Mo, who was just about to walk towards the green-haired gangster, suddenly felt a feeling of being spied on on his back. He turned around suddenly and felt a slight discomfort on the back of his head, as if it was locked by something. Qian Mo turned around and took a look, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Suddenly, there was an infrared ray piercing the night sky and locking on his forehead. It was obvious that somewhere in the distance, someone was aiming a sniper rifle at his forehead!

Qian Mo didn't think twice and immediately leaned over and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!