20 Guerrilla

  "Hmm? What does this kid want to do?"

  Seeing Xue Jing walking towards them, someone asked in confusion.

  "Wait, what's that thing he's holding..."

  A short-haired young man suddenly pointed at Xue Jing's right hand.

  "brick?"

  "He doesn't think that picking up a brick from the ground will be a deterrent, ha, what can a brick do."

  Someone said disdainfully, weighing the metal baseball bat in his hand.

  Everyone walked towards Xue Jing with grim smiles.

  On a quiet street at night, on one side was a gang of more than a dozen thugs, and on the other side was a solitary student in school uniform, both of them were slowly approaching each other.

  Xue Jing moved forward while estimating the distance based on his instinctive throwing feel from aiming.

  When the two sides were less than twenty meters apart, Xue Jing stopped.

  'That's about it.'

  Feeling roughly that this was an excellent throwing distance, Xue Jing followed the feel of his hand and raised the half red brick the size of his fist in his hand.

  "That kid wants to throw a brick, be careful!"

  Someone reminded.

  As soon as he finished speaking, the head of a young man with a buzz cut next to him suddenly exploded.

  "Bang!!"

  "ah!!"

  Red brick fragments splattered everywhere, leaving several wounds on his face. Many fragments also penetrated into his eyes, causing him to scream.

  The young man with a shaved head who was hit in the head by the brick was lying on the ground without a sound. There was a huge gash on his forehead and blood was oozing out.

  "grass!"

  "What the hell!?"

  "Someone got shot!?"

  "No, this is the brick that the brat threw!"

  "Shenghua fainted!"

  "Fuck him, hurry up!"

  In the chaos, some people went to help the young man who was shot in the head, some stood there in a daze, but most of them immediately rushed towards Xue Jing.

  However, the moment Xue Jing threw out half a red brick, he turned around without hesitation and started running again!

  "Fuck! Chase him!"

  "Don't run, little bastard. I'm going to kill your whole family. Fuck you!"

  …

  A few minutes later, everyone stopped panting and looked at the figure in school uniform in the distance.

  It's really impossible to catch up!

  And the moment they stopped, Xue Jing also stopped and slowly turned around.

  Everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts.

  Soon, their premonition came true.

  The streets of South City are filled with nothing but all kinds of garbage.

  Xue Jing picked up a 500ml glass beer bottle from the ground.

  Seeing this scene, the gangsters immediately became confused.

  "Fuck, find cover!"

  "Get out of the way, hide here!"

  Some people were jostling each other for a hiding spot in a plastic trash can.

  "Disperse quickly!"

  In the panic, a glass beer bottle whizzed over and accurately hit the head of one of the tall and thin young men who was unable to dodge.

  "Bang!"

  "ah!!"

  The tall and thin young man covered his head, blood oozing out from between his fingers. "He has nothing in his hand, hurry up!"

  He seemed to be a small leader. When the people around him saw him giving orders, they hurriedly came out of their shelters.

  But by this time, Xue Jing had already run far away.

  Everyone looked at each other, not knowing whether they should give chase.

  "What are you standing there for? Chase him!"

  The tall and thin young man said angrily.

  Seeing this, everyone could only chase after Xue Jing again.

  After chasing for three or four times in a row and running at full speed, everyone's physical strength was running out. This time the chase didn't last long, and most people slowed down.  

  As soon as they slowed down, Xue Jing noticed it immediately and stopped.

  "this..."

  Everyone swallowed and looked at the good-looking boy in school uniform with some fear as he slowly turned around.

  Seeing Xue Jing picking up something from the ground again, some people in the crowd couldn't hold back any longer.

  "Run!!"

  Hearing this shout, everyone who had already begun to retreat immediately scattered like birds and beasts, desperately trying to get into nearby shelters.

  "Get out of the way, get out of the way, I was here first!"

  "What the hell are you pushing for? Get out of here!"

  "Fuck the old man, get the kid, throw Lei Loumou, Lin Bei Ganlin's mother!"

  Faced with an enemy that they could never catch up with and who would be shot in the head by a randomly chosen lucky spectator if he stopped, everyone felt a genuine fear.

  Regret, the feeling of deep regret hung over everyone's heart.

  Damn   it, which idiot said he wanted to arrest this high school student?

  A rusty steel bar, more than 30 centimeters long and as thick as a finger, flew straight towards the crowd like a sharp arrow.

  "puff!"

  A gangster hiding behind an iron shed burst into tears when he saw the steel bar piercing through the thin iron plate and was only a few centimeters away from blowing his head off.

  His legs went limp and he fell to the ground. Looking up, he saw Xue Jing bending down in the distance and picking up something from the ground.

  "Oh my god!!!"

  The gangster immediately started crying and ran away from Xue Jing as if he had two more legs.

  But before he could run far, a small piece of concrete flew from a distance and hit him accurately on the back of the head, exploding into a pile of stone powder and splitting his head open.

  "Run, run, run!"

  The crowd completely lost the will to resist and, filled with fear, fled in the direction they came from.

  Thus, the situation was reversed.

  On a night in the southern city, a strange sight appeared on the outer streets.

  A dozen or so young men with different dyed hair and tattoos ran away crying, and a good-looking student wearing a high school uniform, who looked like a good boy, kept chasing them.

  From time to time, students would pick up some hard garbage from the ground and throw it towards the crowd in front. Every throw was accurate and the sound of headshots could be heard one after another.

  The weapons in their hands also fell to the ground and became props for Xue Jing to throw.

  "Here it comes, again!"

  "Brother! Dad! Father, Grandpa! Please, don't lose it!"

  "I surrender, I surrender, don't lose it!"

  Everyone ran away, shouting and screaming.

  The noise was so loud that it alarmed the residents in the neighborhood. They all opened their windows and looked out. When they saw such an outrageous scene, they were immediately amazed.

  "Hey, isn't that someone from the Razor Gang? What happened?"

  "Did another gang come in to seize territory?"

  "No, why is there a student here? He seems to be wearing the school uniform of the affiliated high school."

  "Hey, that's weird, why are they being chased by a student?"

  A yellow-haired young man couldn't run anymore, so he stopped and gasped for breath.

  At this moment, a nightmare-like figure walked towards him.

  The yellow-haired young man turned around and saw Xue Jing standing in front of him with an expressionless face, looking at him with cold and sharp eyes, holding a metal baseball bat in his hand.

  "...Okay, spare my life, sir."

  The yellow-haired young man knelt down smoothly and pleaded with fear in his eyes.

  "Bang!"

  The whistling baseball bat hit his left ear hard, knocking him sideways for several meters, and he lay limp on the ground, motionless.

  Xue Jing, holding a bloody baseball bat, walked slowly towards the remaining thugs who were basically unable to run anymore.

  The baseball bat was dragged on the ground, and the metal surface rubbed against the concrete floor, making a clanging sound.

  His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

  Step by step.

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