The people in the car were obviously used to this kind of situation, and they didn't react at all. They just kept their distance to avoid being affected.
Xue Si shook his head helplessly, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped him.
"Crack!"
The slap was so powerful that it knocked the man staggering.
"you……"
The man was dumbfounded. He never expected that the gun in his hand would be ignored.
how?
Have the Chinese never even seen a gun?
The people next to him couldn't help laughing when they saw his embarrassed look.
The man's face turned red, his eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, and he aimed at the blood sickle and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
As a result, a strange scene occurred. As soon as he pressed it, he didn't even touch the trigger.
What's going on?
He glanced down subconsciously, and his scalp suddenly became numb. He saw that the first knuckle of his finger was gone, and blood was gurgling from the break, accumulating in a large puddle on the ground, including the half-cut finger.
It was only then that he felt the heartbreaking pain, and the expression on his face was distorted.
Xue Si ignored it and dismantled the pistol into parts, and then sat next to Ye Jiuzhou.
The man took a deep look at Xue Si and said nothing. When the bus arrived at the stop, he hurriedly ran out of the bus.
"Has Gotham City always been this chaotic?"
Ye Jiuzhou asked calmly.
He hasn't been here for many years.
"It's more chaotic at night."
Xue Si said: "When you live here, you must wear a bulletproof vest when you go out, otherwise you won't know whose life it belongs to."
The two of them chatted without saying a word, and the bus soon arrived at the terminal.
"Where exactly are you taking me?"
Xue Si looked around and saw an abandoned industrial park, surrounded by scrapped cars and rusty iron fences, like a ghost town.
On the wall nearby, the words "Kerry Heavy Industries" can be faintly seen.
"Going to visit an old friend."
Ye Jiuzhou Road.
Old friend?
Xue Si couldn't help but frown.
This place is so desolate. Apart from illegal immigrants and homeless vagrants, who else will live here?
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sudden roar of a motorcycle behind me.
Looking back, I saw a dozen motorcycles approaching here quickly.
The people on the motorcycles were all wearing jackets and scarves with skull patterns on their heads, and they were all yelling and screaming, just like monkeys in a circus.
The leader was the drunk man we just met on the bus.
"It's him, it's him, kill him!"
The man pointed at the blood sickle, and the veins on his neck popped out, as if he wanted to eat someone.
"It's really boring."
Ye Jiuzhou couldn't help but frown, and just as he was about to take action, Xue Si stood up and said, "Let me handle this small scene."
After saying that, he opened his windbreaker and took out the sickle.
Ever since he became famous, this sickle has never left his side for twenty years.
"Hey, you have a sickle with you. Are you going to cut firewood?"
The Armagna gang laughed, completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem.
Xue Scythe paid no attention to it at all, and just stroked the sickle with his hand, with a very gentle expression on his face, as if he was talking to an old friend.
Suddenly, he waved his hand, and the sickle flew out, and a moment later, it flew back like a boomerang.
Almost at the same time, a motorcycle overturned to the ground, and the person on the car was already dead and dismembered.
The crowd that was noisy just now suddenly became quiet.
They were all people who licked the blood from the knife edge and ate it. Everyone's hands were covered with blood, but they had never seen such a strange scene.
For a moment, everyone was stunned. When they looked at the blood sickle, there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
"Death...Death!"
I don't know who said something, and everyone gasped in unison.
Yes, the legendary God of Death also holds a sickle in his hand and holds the power of life and death. Although they have never seen it, they think it should be like this.
"What the hell, what are you afraid of? There are so many of us, even if we are really the God of Death, what can we do!"
The man with the broken finger couldn't help but curse.
He had one of his fingers cut off and would never be able to shoot again. For someone like him, being unable to shoot in a place like Gotham City would be the same as death.
As expected, these words worked, and everyone calmed down immediately, exchanged glances, and swarmed over.
Their speed was already fast enough, but Blood Scythe was even faster. He was holding the scythe and leaping into the air like a vulture. After a few ups and downs, he had already jumped behind the crowd. At the same time, a human head also flew up.
Blood gushed out from the man's neck like a fountain, splashing everywhere. The two people closest to him were directly dyed red!
Once you take action, you will never show mercy. This is the blood sickle's rule!
I saw his feet not touching anything, just like a butterfly, walking back and forth among the crowd, but every time he passed by, a head would fly up!
Ye Jiuzhou did not look any further, but looked at the iron gate on the side.
There was a homeless man lying there, playing an instrument similar to a washboard. The expression on his face was very enjoyable, and he turned a blind eye to everything happening around him.
"Do you plan to hide here for the rest of your life?"
Ye Jiuzhou said straight to the point: "The Kairui family is going to be finished. Did you know?"
The man didn't respond at all, didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't hear anything.
Ye Jiuzhou was not angry and continued: "Back then, you were considered a tycoon. With your own efforts, you not only revived the entire family, but also stood on top of the world. Even my master would pick a fight when he mentioned you.
Thumbs up, but who would have thought that a majestic king of war would now become a coward, not even caring about the life and death of his descendants! In this case, what are you still doing? It’s better to die and let it all be over.
!”
It was only then that the man finally raised his head and looked at Ye Jiuzhou with a blank expression, "Are you talking to me? Sorry, I have been deaf for decades and can't hear anything."
After saying that, he lowered his head and began to play music again, not hurriedly nor slowly, and every note was very clear.
At this time, the battle over there has ended.
The Armani people fell into pieces, and no one could stand up. Not only was the Blood Scythe uninjured, but his clothes were not even stained.
He looked at the man sitting on the ground, then at Ye Jiuzhou, and said, "Are you here to find him?"
"That's right."
Ye Jiuzhou said: "To be precise, it should be a visit."
Hearing this, Xue Si was also stunned.
What is so special about this homeless man that it deserves Ye Jiuzhou’s personal visit?