Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 125 A Dark and Windy Night

"I'm hungry!"

Zhang Ying spoke weakly, her lower abdomen still feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Then I'll go buy you some food."

"Do you know how to buy it?"

"Can't I use sign language?"

Qian Lang said speechlessly.

His English is very poor.

But it's not to the point where we can't even buy some food!

"You're pretty good."

"Hehe, don't you know how amazing I am?"

"What are you saying?"

Zhang Ying blushed and hid under the covers again.

Qian Lang smiled and then started getting dressed.

Stepping out of the apartment, the night breeze blew in, carrying the unique scents of the East Village—pizza, coffee, and a touch of the sweetness of marijuana.

The pizzeria across the street was still lit up, and a fat old man was kneading dough in the window.

Qianlang didn't go there; instead, he turned a corner and headed towards a 24-hour supermarket further away.

Pizza is really not as good as roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

Zhang Ying was tired, so he decided to go back and cook her something nice to eat.

However, as soon as he turned into the second street, he frowned.

Based on his martial arts instincts, he sensed that someone was following him.

"Was it a robbery?"

Qian Lang was suspicious.

He had heard many stories of homeless people robbing others.

After walking a few more steps, the feeling became even stronger.

This time, however, he sensed a murderous aura.

And I'm very familiar with it.

Yamamoto Suigetsu!

It's that feeling of being watched by a vicious wolf.

"It's haunting me!"

Qian Lang cursed.

I immediately went through it in my mind.

It must be that Yamamoto Ichiro found out about his trip abroad.

They chased them all the way to the United States.

If he really was killed in the United States, then his death was truly in vain.

And there are guns here.

Qian Lang felt a sense of unease.

He quickened his pace and walked into the shadows.

Sure enough, the sensation from behind followed.

He glanced back.

Four!

devil!

They were all wearing suits.

He knew he absolutely couldn't go back to Zhang Ying now, as that would put her in danger as well.

As I was walking, I came across an alley.

He dashed inside in a flash.

Hiding and running away is not his style.

After he went in, he used a step to jump onto a barrier above the alley.

Soon, four dark figures blocked the entrance to the alley.

Do it!

Qian Lang did not hesitate.

He jumped down silently, delivering a silent knee strike that landed squarely on the forehead of a man in a suit.

He wouldn't dare do that in the country.

Here, his conscience remained in the Pacific Ocean.

"Baka!"

"Baka yarou!"

Curses erupted.

But the money flow didn't stop.

Landing, cannon punch.

Another punch landed on someone's face.

There are two more.

The two had already pulled out their pistols.

Speed ​​is everything!

Qian Lang stalked him like a ghost, pulling people along to take them down with him.

Gunshots rang out.

"Pfft, pfft..."

It came with a silencer.

That's the sound of a bullet entering flesh.

The person on Qian Lang's body immediately went limp.

He didn't stop; he snatched the gun from the man on his body and threw it out.

"Phew~~"

"Snap!"

The pistol smashed directly into the face of the person opposite.

He leaned in, stepped forward, and delivered a powerful Iron Mountain Lean!

"Bang!"

The last person crashed into the opposite wall like a broken sack.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

It took less than 30 seconds from start to finish.

All four were resolved.

However, Qian Lang knew this was just the beginning.

The fact that they were able to find him in the United States proves just how powerful they are.

He has to resolve this matter.

Otherwise, he wouldn't feel comfortable letting Zhang Ying stay in the United States.

He walked up to a person who was still breathing and stepped on the person's face.

"Did Yamamoto send you?"

He asked in Chinese.

The other person remained silent.

Qian Lang began to exert force.

He said it coldly.

"Don't doubt it, I can stomp your head off with one foot."

He revealed an unprecedented ruthlessness.

"Impossible, impossible, Yamamoto Suigetsu could never be your match."

The person lying on the ground was speaking.

Qian Lang's lips curled into a smile.

I'm also glad I redeemed the Tai Chi manual back then, as I used it to deflect a heavy blow with minimal effort right after pulling someone down with me.

And the other party also speaks Chinese, which saves a lot of trouble.

"Where is your base in New York?"

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Here, he can be completely lawless.

The other party fell silent again.

Qian Lang continued to exert force.

"You don't have to say it, but two of you are still alive."

He pressed harder and harder with his feet.

He really didn't believe that anyone was unafraid of death.

In his eyes, Bushido was nothing but a pile of shit.

Sure enough, the other party gave in in less than two seconds.

"Brooklyn..."

"hehe!"

Qian Lang sneered upon hearing this.

"The death penalty may be spared, but punishment will not be tolerated!"

As he spoke, he stepped on the other man's crotch.

"Oh~~~"

The other party let out a scream that sounded like a wolf's howl.

then!

[Significantly changed Koizumi's fate, gaining 500 Fate Points!]

This!

Qian Lang's eyes lit up.

Is this even allowed?

But I understood after thinking about it for a while.

This guy became a eunuch, wouldn't that change his fate?

Ha ha!

No, what if we kill him?

In the end, how much of his destiny did he truly possess?

Qian Lang's Pandora's box was instantly opened.

He looked at the person on the ground and hesitated.

kill!

In the battle just now, he definitely wouldn't have held back.

Now the opponent has no defense whatsoever.

Ha ha.

Qian Lang shook his head.

Unfortunately, he still didn't completely forget his conscience; a sliver remained.

but.

Click, click...

Perhaps making them eunuchs in Tokyo would be a good choice.

After all, that people prefer to use their hands.

Three people, with a combined fate value of 1500.

Qian Lang dusted himself off—it felt great!

He picked up all the guns from the ground.

Then I opened the redemption list.

"Firearms Mastery - 1500 Fate Points!"

"Damn it!"

Qian Lang cursed.

I just received it, and now I have to fill it all in again.

But this time, he has to redeem it.

He can just pack up and go back to China, but Zhang Ying still has to go to school.

"exchange!"

Qian Lang silently recited this in his heart.

The Glock 17 is an Austrian-made 9mm magazine with a 17-round capacity.

Qian Lang looked at the gun in his hand and reflexively recalled its specifications.

The gun weighs 0.7 kg unloaded, and 200 grams more when loaded with a magazine.

The center of gravity is at the back of the grip, and he can calculate the angle of the muzzle rise even with his eyes closed.

The safety is in the middle of the trigger; it only fires when pulled all the way down. The first half is empty, and the feel is very soft.

"That's really amazing!"

Qian Lang smiled.

He ignored the four good-for-nothings; perhaps the one who had been shot was already dead.

He tucked all four guns into his waistband, left the alley, and continued towards the 24-hour convenience store.

At the convenience store, he bought tomatoes and beef brisket; he planned to make beef brisket soup for Zhang Ying when he got home.

When he returned to his apartment, it was already 8:30 p.m.

He cooked and ate with Zhang Ying.

After they finished eating, Zhang Ying wanted to wash the dishes, but he wouldn't let her.

After all, every step she took hurt, and a plum blossom bloomed on the bed sheet.

Once everything was settled, he began to coax Zhang Ying to sleep.

At 10 o'clock, Zhang Ying fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

Qian Lang kissed her.

Get up.

I put on a trench coat.

I went outside and looked at the New York sky.

It was a dark and windy night!