"Bang bang bang..."

A wild explosion exploded from the shaking sandbag. Under the pale light, a naked figure was in the rain, emitting a blazing breath.

The agile figure in the rain looked like a flexible leopard, with both fists protecting her head, stepping on a flexible pace, moving left and right like a wheel swing, swinging her fists around the sandbag like crazy.

But the stormy movement suddenly changed at a certain moment, and the complex fist shadows instantly became simple and pure. The clenched fists made two fingers, and cut the grass in the air like a sharp blade, and then saw a train of practice passing in the rain curtain.

Looking again, a narrow and thin mouth on the sandbag was cracking silently, and strands of black iron sand fell down, splashing in the rain.

"puff!"

The two fingers changed again, the five fingers stood up, turned into a hand knife, and penetrated into the sandbag.

Tang Zhan's eyes were a little red, and there were fine bloodshot on his eyes. Under the light, it looked like two drops of undried blood. The originally rhythmic and stable aura also became rapid and messy.

He calmed down his breath and looked at the tattered sandbag, frowned and speechless. This was not the first one.

I don’t know when it started, but he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart and couldn’t help but want to vent it.

The longer he practiced, the harder the resentment in his heart would be to suppress. At first he could control it, but as time went by, the malice hidden in his heart became stronger and stronger like an evil ghost trapped in the cage for a long time.

Even though he tried his best to restrain himself from practicing what he saw in his dream, he was just drinking poison to quench his thirst, just like an irregular bomb, not knowing when it would explode.

Tang Zhan originally thought he could control it, but when he saw the corpse today, the evil ghost deep in his heart seemed to have been awakened, like a wild beast smelling blood, becoming restless, especially the man in a raincoat...

He could feel his body was uncontrollable excitement, and every inch of his muscles seemed to be beating and trembling.

The heavy rain poured down, and Tang Zhan lay down with heavy breathing.

"Or, kill it!"

His eyes, which had just closed, suddenly opened again, pressed the ground with his right hand, and his whole body immediately stood up straight like a spring, his eyes were covered with blood, and became dark red.

When this thought comes, it will become uncontrollable. The anger and evil spirits are in the chest and cannot be dissipated.

"no!"

But Tang Zhan quickly shook his head again and denied the idea. It was not until a basin of cold water poured over his head and the biting cold cold came that he gasped heavily, like a drowning person who was saved, and was frightened and sweated.

After a long time, Tang Zhan looked at the time, while wiping his body, he sat by the bed and recalled what happened today, and looked out of the rainy night outside the window and was silently ecstatic.

the next day.

A phone call came suddenly.

"Hey, who?"

"Tang Zhan?"

The opposite seemed to be very noisy, and after a while, a frightened voice sounded.

"Tang Zhan, I am Li Gui, where are you now? Can you come to the club?"

Tang Zhan was slightly stunned.

"how?"

Li Gui's next words surprised him a little.

"My brother is dead."

Tang Zhan didn't ask any more questions, and put on his clothes and went out.

Li Gui is Li Tai's younger brother and the club's supervisor. He usually holds a title and knows nothing about fighting and fighting, but he has not lost food, drink, whore and gambling. His relationship with Tang Zhan is not good or bad. The key is that he is good at being a human being, and he is familiar with everyone, and even an aunt who buys vegetables can talk about it.

But now, Li Tai is actually dead?

Tang Zhan was really surprised.

I remember that Li Tai is kind and well-behaved, not like a person who can make enemies with others, and he was fine when he left yesterday.

Soon, when Tang Zhan arrived at the club, he saw Li Gui squatting at the door smoking a cigarette with a look of fear.

This man was under thirty years old, and from a distance he looked like an old man in his fifties and sixties. His eyes were black, his face was pale, and he looked hollowed out by wine. Even Tang Zhan didn't notice it even when he walked past him.

"director!"

It was not until he spoke that Li Gui shivered for a moment.

"Here you come."

He said the roughly what happened without any eyes.

It turned out that this kid had been fooling around in a nightclub the night before yesterday, and had no idea that there was a murder in the club. When he came back in a daze last night, he didn't expect to see Li Tai lying on the ground covered in blood as soon as he opened the door. His death was miserable, and he was so scared that he peed on the spot.

In the club, the police handling scene is coming to an end.

"My brother called me several times last night. I slept so hard at that time. I would have answered if I had known it."

Tang Zhan ignored Li Gui's nonsense, glanced at him quickly, and finally stopped his gaze on a coarse cloth sandbag, and his gloomy eyes changed a little.

The sandbag is broken, but the way it breaks is a bit different. The entire thrust explodes outward like a trumpet flower, as if a firecracker is stuffed into it, exposed to the silk thread.

But what Tang Zhan really looked at was the opposite side of the mouth. For some reason, he thought of the man in the raincoat he met yesterday.

After a moment of silence, his eyes, which were still looking around, suddenly became a little weird. His gaze slowly retracted, and then he fell to the hairs that quietly stood up on his arms...

...

late at night.

A person came out of the blurry rainy atmosphere.

Wearing a hood and a black outfit, he had nothing to say along the way. He walked to the club that was still blocked and then walked around the alley next to him.

Looking at a window seven or eight meters above the ground, the man in black took a deep breath, his throat bulged, his legs bent, his waist bent, and he rose from the ground. The puddle under his feet instantly seemed to smash a huge rock, splashing water all over the sky.

In the dark night, with the faint light, the man jumped high from the ground, and then lay on the smooth and seamless wall like a gecko, his hands and feet were slashing, and he actually paddled towards the window bit by bit.

The club is dark.

The man in black jumped out of the air, slowly took off his hood, and his low voice then rang in the darkness, "Who could have thought that the murderer had been hiding at the scene of the murder case. He was indeed a master of art and courage."

As he spoke, an indescribable strange smile appeared on his face, smiling like an evil ghost, grinning, and a scarlet red in his eyes.

"Bit!"

The pale light suddenly lit up from the top of my head.

The man in black looked up and reflected Tang Zhan's face.

His eyes quickly glanced across the hall like lightning, and finally stopped on the vase in the corner.

The vase is about half a meter high and low, blue and white, and looks like a jar, which is very inconspicuous.

But Tang Zhan gradually narrowed his eyes, and the cold light suddenly condensed in his eyes, as if two cold stars flashed away, and they were nailed to it fiercely. On his thin and pale face, there was an inexplicable sense of steepness and a restless murderous intent.

He shook his hands and shook his hair that stood up on the back of his hand at some point.

"Come out, no matter how well you hide it, the bloody smell will not be dissipated."

"Ka...Ka...Ka..."

Almost as he finished speaking, a slight movement suddenly sounded in the vase, like a collision and friction between joints.

Tang Zhan's eyes flashed, and in the black and white eyes, a head slowly emerged from the vase, and there were also a pair of faint pupils, looking at him without blinking, with a cruel gaze full of aggressiveness, which was creepy.

This is a bald man, middle-aged, average appearance, and inconspicuous among the crowd, but I believe anyone who has seen his body and body will never forget it.

Just as Tang Zhan looked at it, the flesh under the other party's skin was trembling and twisting like dragons and snakes, as if layers of ripples visible to the naked eye were shaking, and the sound of muscles and bones grinding each other, crackling and bursting, like a string of firecrackers being lit on the flat ground.

This man was less than half a meter high at first, but the next second, he was like an elf in a magic lamp, completely spreading his skeleton and restoring his original physical appearance.

The thin, narrow and short torso expanded, the temples bulged outward, the muscles all over the body were piled up, the neck was as thick as a bucket, and the arms were spread out, and two wing-like muscles were stretched out under the armpits. The blue veins and blood vessels were bulging like earthworms and exposed to the surface of the body. From a distance, they looked like a troll, extremely terrifying.

Tang Zhan's pupils shrank. He has not only practiced the murderous arts in his dreams over the years, but has been involved in fighting in various countries. I don't want to say whether he can fight when he sees the other party's body, but it is certain that he can fight against the beating, and his explosive power is probably very amazing.

"Bone shrinkage?"

With eyes facing each other, the bald man walked out of the vase with expressionless face.

"Recognize the goods!"
Chapter completed!