The former playboy is now much more decadent. Most of the hair that was slightly bald by the stylist is exposed at this moment, and the clothes on her body are not as smooth as before. The wrinkles on it indicate that Nanda Young Master will not change his clothes at least one day.

The one blocked Zhang Shidong was Nan Jingtai, the eldest young man from Xiangjiang. He also had contact with people from the brother group with Zhang Shidong, including Peter Cao, who could be trusted by Ling Jingyun. Because they were all friends of Zhang Shidong, they could shake her out of the hotel in the middle of the night.

"What did you say!" Nan Jingtai's eyes widened when he heard his father leave Xiangjiang.

Zhang Shidong was too lazy to pay attention to him for the time being, and a text message flashed across his mobile phone. The mobile phone signal was blocked here but he could not block his special mobile phone signal.

The previous words were for the old man who was eager to do. Next, he was too lazy to say something to this person. He had a debt and was not afraid of calculating. He walked to the other side and patted several addicts on the shoulders: "Smoking a cigarette occasionally makes it taste good."

There is nothing too luxurious here. It is said that it is a crazy place because there is a group of people who do not want to contact society. They live here and completely enclose the place. They do not want to see anyone except the necessary daily necessities, do not want to contact people outside, and all the needs are based on money to solve. Those who can enter here are either people who completely use dignity as insoles, or people who are supported by the family of wealthy parents behind them.

They will not harm society, will not become the laughing stock of others, and will live in a circled place. No one needs to take care of them, nor do anyone need to point fingers at them. Eat, drink, play, or perform excessively, but rely on a lot of money to suppress them. Over time, more and more people gather in this circle without being bound by others. Those who truly escape from the world have become supporting roles, and those outside become the protagonists. With the joining of the powerful team members, the outside team has become stronger and stronger. The people inside simply repaired this "door" and lived their own life in China again.

Basketball court, convenience store, hotel, a small square for gatherings, a public restaurant and bar for gatherings.

On the surface, this is a dilapidated neighborhood. It is very small. Houses do not have many characteristics. They are completely batch products, including locked doors and non-locked doors. The only thing that cannot or lacks here is luxury consumables and electricity. The independent generator enables the air conditioner here to turn on for 24 hours. There is no need to be clean and tidy in the houses. As long as there is no pungent smell, no one will organize it.

On the roadside of such a street, there is a small track similar to a toy car in children's playground, with grooved tracks on it. Zhang Shidong saw waste garbage being placed on it, extending all the way to behind the grid wall as high as five or six meters in the distance.

There are all kinds of non-mainstream and various visual arts. There are no rules here. Everyone lives in their own way. They do not need a doctor, nor do they need a clean and tidy environment. Many people have not left here for several years. A doctor who cannot stand the eyes of people around him because his wife cheated. He will treat minor illnesses in exchange for the actual high-end and daily consumption per person.

The only building that does not belong here is a restaurant close to the high walls in the distance, which provides a variety of taste enjoyment and procurement of all daily necessities, including various contraband items such as drugs.

In a house near the edge of the basketball court, Ling Jingyun was receiving treatment. The wound on her biting tongue had not healed yet. Seeing Zhang Shidong coming, no matter how strong his appearance was, it could not hide his inner fragility. He threw himself into his lover's arms and cried bitterly. She was frightened and really frightened. She was just an ordinary girl. By chance, she became a world-class star. She had no experience and awareness of facing life and death. Being able to persevere until now is her limit.

A wisp of true energy flowed into her mouth, watching the wound on her tongue heal, Zhang Shidong was not stingy with the output of true energy. With several growths, especially the sudden enlightenment on the grassland, the true energy could at least be used continuously. However, because he saved the old ghost last night, he fought with the super strong Achaya and was about to protect his body when he was whipped. At this moment, he was treated by Ling Jingyun again. Zhang Shidong couldn't stand it, and his body shook, and the mysterious martial arts in his body rotated rapidly, restoring his consumption as quickly as possible.

"Are you okay?" Ling Jingyun opened his mouth and found that his wound was fine. He felt the magic of his lover. Seeing his pale face, he knew what was going on. He touched his cheek with his hand: "Follow."

Zhang Shidong patted his hands and looked at this room without any awareness in the medical room. Beer bottles and various wine bottles were all over the floor. The doctor was also drunk. The huge single sofa and the wedding video disc played in a loop were his only fun except drinking every day.

"You go, get out of here quickly." A cold voice sounded, and a figure wearing clown clothes, clown costumes on his face and clown hat on his head made people feel very funny. When he spoke, a cold murderous aura attacked.

"This is number one." The previous poisonous man introduced to Zhang Shidong.

"I have no interest in you, take me to see the person I should meet. The person who should be in Yanjing sent the scapegoat. Those fools don't know, you should know."

The clown One cracked his mouth, and his makeup made his smile look more exaggerated and his expression was strange: "You know too much."

Zhang Shidong stared at the other party, his mouth widened and laughed: "We have met, but you won't stay here for a long time. What they see is just an illusion you want them to know, right, my dear friend."

The makeup on his face made people unable to distinguish his expression, but Zhang Shidong could feel some determination from the other party and fight hard with him here.

"How many brothers are there to listen to you, you can rank the number and have combat power."

Faced with the sudden change of Zhang Shidong, Clown No. 1 still looked at him in a silence, as if he was making up his mind for himself.

"You just die of that heart. I'm not interested in you. I will give them a new living space. To be precise, I'm interested in your organization. I want to incorporate you. I'm always being humiliated by others."

Clown One paused for two minutes before speaking: "You can solve this problem successfully first. From No. 1 to No. 4, it is all my people. What he controls is just the numbers behind that I want him to control. They are all wastes that can be discarded at any time."

Zhang Shidong nodded: "Four, very good, you are really good. If you say ten, I will only look up to you. If you say twenty, then you are not worthy of being incorporated by me. If more, you will become history with them, right?"

The clown No. 1 suddenly had a rich facial expression, his eyes widened and his mouth widened: "You can't eat what you can't eat."

Zhang Shidong stood up and took a bottle of wine, Gudong and spoiled it into his mouth, patted Ling Jingyun's arm, and signaled her to Clown No. 1: "Protecting my woman is very simple for you, just like protecting the woman you care about."

One by one, like an old Taotie, was walking with a waist and a lifeless person like a zombie gathered out of the room, looking at Zhang Shidong with a hatred that was hard to rise in indifference. Is their peace finally going to be broken?

The entire area is a pants street, the head of the pants is an area intercepted by barbed wire, the crotch is a basketball court, and then two streets on both sides, a multi-functional restaurant integrating small squares, restaurants, convenience stores and bars is the most spacious area between the two legs.

When Zhang Shidong turned into another street, the bloody smell became stronger. A man wearing a single roller skate was holding a baseball bat in his hand, and his face was full of twisted scars. He whistled, rushed down from the high slope where he played with pulleys nearby, jumped up and smashed the baseball bat hard at Zhang Shidong.

"Stop playing with things that are too pediatric, I'm not interested."

With one punch, the baseball bat was bent first, and the high quality was not broken. Instead, Zhang Shidong's fist and the baseball bat's stick body hit the man's face together. The scar face, which marked that he was not afraid of pain and was crazy enough, was completely distorted. If there was a slow motion to switch to a freeze-framed picture for him, you could see that his entire face had been deformed, his teeth and even his cheek bones were smashed and deformed. With this force, the head came directly to the action that a robot would do. His head turned around his neck twice, but before it fell from the air, it was already a corpse.

“No. 7.”

Someone gave an answer, who is this person?

Zhang Shidong looked at the bloody road. Next to the garbage tracks in the distance, Cao Jingzhong's figure was squatting on it, passing through a small hole in the wall.

On the house, dozens of men with real guns appeared, and seven or eight people dressed in uniforms and dressed similar to those of Joker One and Pullax No. 7. Under the protection of the muzzle, they were not frightened by Zhang Shidong's strength, but rushed towards him more aggressively.

"Shoot! Don't hesitate!"

The same sound sounded in the call headphones worn by all the gunmen, and a command was issued that made them a little puzzled, but only those familiar with Zhang Shidong would give - thermal weapons cannot be a means of 100% control of him, and they cannot give him any chance, and they will kill him immediately if they take action.

Seven or eight big fools thought they could beat Zhang Shidong with their own strength, but unexpectedly, the gunmen behind them had no room to play. They were long and short, fast and slow, so come together.
Chapter completed!