The night in Los Angeles is very charming, with lights and feasting everywhere. Homeless people and some malicious gang members often flash in the corners of the streets.
Beacon of freedom, those who understand will understand.
But it doesn’t matter. Zhang Zhaochu had long left Los Angeles and came to a small seaside town.
The town is very simple, with only one street and low houses made of a mixture of wood and cement on both sides of the road.
As they hurried along, Zhang Zhaochu saw a few scoundrelly white youths gathered under a streetlight not far away. He didn't know what they were doing, and couldn't help but sigh, "Los Angeles doesn't have slums, but it does have villages like this."
On the surface, there is prosperity and music every night, but in fact, there is a mystery hidden.
"Hey, you idiot over there, what are you looking at?!"
As if they had noticed Zhang Zhaochu's arrival, the white youths who seemed to be taking some illegal drugs under the telephone pole whistled and shouted, "Come here, let's have a good chat."
Another white youth also shouted maliciously: "Leave us some money to spend, otherwise..."
Then he pulled out a shiny knife from his trouser pocket and threatened in a low voice, "You know what will happen to you."
The white youths around also started to cheer: "Welcome to Zach Town, hahahahaha."
It was a dark and windy night, I was unfamiliar with the place, and there was a group of people opposite me.
If an ordinary person were here, he might succumb to their force and pay money to settle the matter.
But Zhang Zhaochu is not an ordinary person. He is a wolf in sheep's clothing, with a real devil living inside him.
"I don't have much time to talk to you right now."
Zhang Zhaochu took out a few hundred yuan from his backpack, glanced at the white youths, and said expressionlessly, "Whoever can tell me where there is a place to buy and sell fishing boats nearby will get the money."
"You mean, you still have a lot of money?"
The young men nearby laughed maliciously and began to move closer to Zhang Zhaochu.
"hehe."
When Zhang Zhaochu saw this, he didn't panic at all. He just laughed and his body began to tremble slightly.
"You're laughing at your mother here, you damned yellow-skinned fellow!"
Seeing Zhang Zhaochu's sarcastic smile, a young man with slightly dark skin felt a little unhappy. He stood up directly from the street steps and walked towards Zhang Zhaochu, as if he wanted to teach Zhang Zhaochu a lesson.
"Bang!"
A loud bang was heard, followed by the distorted face of the young man!
The force that came from nowhere knocked the young man over and he fell to the ground, curled up in pain, bleeding from his nose and in great pain.
“Damn it!”
Several other young people were furious and grabbed their daggers, intending to let Zhang Zhaochu know the "price" of resistance.
"My patience is limited."
Zhang Zhaochu spoke calmly, and at the same time, a cloud of sewage trickled out of the sewer, forming a rectangular barrier in front of Zhang Zhaochu: "I don't mind killing a few people."
"Transcendent?!"
The faces of several young men suddenly changed. They dropped the daggers in their hands and became panicked.
Extraordinary people, this name has only been heard on TV. Every extraordinary person has the power to make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand.
And now, such a person actually appeared in their remote hometown.
What's even more stupid is that they actually offended this extraordinary person!
"Eternal Night, please protect me from being killed by this extraordinary being."
A believer of Eternal Night who mingles among the young people in society prays to the existence he believes in, hoping that the extraordinary person in front of him will not kill him.
"Now, calm down."
Zhang Zhaochu snorted coldly and continued, "Now, answer my question. Where can I buy and sell fishing boats?"
After that, Zhang Zhaochu shook the banknotes in his hand again and said, "It's still the same. Whoever answers me can get the money."
These words, which were supposed to motivate them, now became the greeting of the god of death before taking their lives, making them tremble and dare not speak.
The scene just turned awkward and cold.
A young man noticed Zhang Zhaochu's increasingly impatient expression and immediately understood what was going on. He quickly said, "Master...Superhuman, Old Jock is the only one in our town who has his fishing boat for sale. However, his boat is in a terrible state. It's been used for over twenty years and was originally used when he went out to sea over twenty years ago."
After that, the young man seemed to have thought of something and added, "It's well-equipped, but not too big. The cost should only be around 10,000, but he's selling it for 30,000, so not many people patronize it."
"Thirty thousand? That's right. Where is his position?"
Zhang Zhaochu nodded, casually threw the banknotes in his hand to the young man who spoke, and then said, "Show it to me."
After receiving the money from Zhang Zhaochu and giving it to Mi Jin, the young man honestly showed Zhang Zhaochu the way and said, "Sir, turn left after you see the statue ahead. The abandoned shipyard by the sea is where Old Jock is. He usually sleeps there."
"very good."
Zhang Zhaochu nodded and walked with big strides in the direction the young man said.
The young man was relieved and was about to say something when he heard a voice in his ear: "Stay here. If I don't see you when I come back, I will make you regret being born into this world."
Those young men froze and dared not move for a moment, fearing that something might happen.
They waited anxiously there, feeling relieved that their companions were telling the truth.
If what they said was false, then their ending would not be so good.
The sea breeze blew in their faces, and the young people stood there nervously. No one noticed that a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the darkness where the "superhuman" disappeared, and moved towards them at a high speed.
As the shadow gradually approached them, someone finally noticed something was wrong.
"Um?"
The young man who spoke first showed a look of surprise. Before he could react, his eyes suddenly blurred and his friend in front of him suddenly twitched and fell to the ground dead. Then his whole body merged into the black shadow!
The faces of the young people around suddenly changed, and they quickly fled in all directions, but this did not help.
Soon, this place became a slaughterhouse, blooming with flowers of killing.
After the massacre, the black shadow began to suck the blood nearby. After cleaning up all the bloodstains and corpses, it left calmly, leaving an intact scene.
"Tsk... that kid still refuses to accumulate energy for me... or I have to do it myself..."
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PS: I recommend a book, "I'm Really Not Her Disciple". The protagonist Yi Shanjin is a disciple of the number one fairy Bai Zirou. The author is a serious person and does not brake.
The new book by Lan Baitian, the famous author of "Dungeon Player", is worth reading.
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