Chapter 1 (2/2)

First shoot him in the leg, and then carry him back. He can always play for a few days, then, after he dies, he can run to C Street. Even if the man has a strong protector, he wouldn't find him.

The man with the gun had a plan in mind. He felt a m.u.f.fler in his trousers pocket. He mounted the instrument on the gun barrel, then he pulled the trigger and hit the yellow man directly in the thigh.

Bang.

The bullet missed.

“How…” The gunman was stunned for a moment, not understanding why his perfectly okay shot missed.

A terrible pain came.

He lowered his head and saw a sharp knife in his chest, which was blunt and even stained with rust.

The tip of the knife wriggled in his sight, and the wound on his chest turned into a big hole in an instant.

“Wow.”

He spit out a big mouthful of blood, his eyes were still doubtful, and fell to the ground in amazement.

The yellow man stretched out one hand, put out the smoke from his mouth, and put the remaining half into his pocket. He stretched out one hand, and dragged the man's foot into the street.

Bang.

The door was kicked open.

This is a small bar that can't be smaller. The tables are almost legless. If you look closely, you will find that there are almost suspicious dark red spots on the tables here.

“What nice goods have you brought, Wu Yun (lit. dark clouds)?” The bartender skillfully mixed water into the bottle and asked without looking up.

There will only be one person who will “deliver” at this time.

“Gun, man.” The man named Wu Yun, with an indifferent face, put down the body he was dragging in his hand, and even threw the man's gun to the ground.

“Well, this gun is remodeled, but the lethality is still big. That being, the recoil is a little strong, not very good to sell.” The bartender came over from the bar, pulled the gun apart and looked at the body on the ground harshly. “This man has been a smoker for many years. I'm afraid his organs are damaged and he can't sell very well.”

There was no movement on the Wu Yun's face, nor anything in his eyes. “His hair is very good.”

“That's true.” The bartender touched the dead man's hair. “It's long and dense, but it can sell for a good price. So you take the box of chocolates on the third cabinet, and I'll take both of them.”

As soon as Wu Yun's eyes lit up, the whole person looked in high spirits. “Deal!”

The bartender saw Wu Yun open a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth as fast as he could. A touching smile appeared on his face. He leaned against the bar and folded the chocolate paper neatly with his fingers covered in tiny scars.

From this point of view, Wu Yun is even prettier than the most expensive girl on A Street.

If you just look at his face, it is hard to imagine that such a person can live to this day in this Heaven.

But it's just an illusion.

Dark clouds, as is their name, will only block the sun, will bring pouring rain, will be intimidating, so that people close to can no longer like it.

“Wu Yun,” the bartender shouted and said again in a familiar tone, “as long as you come and sit with me at night, you will have countless clients coming to your door.”

Those lascivious men (lit. 狂蜂浪蝶 (kuáng fēng làng dié) a chinese idiom for a lascivious man) will continue to help Wu Yun buy chocolate supplies.

Here, the least valuable are humans, but the most valuable are humans.

“No.” Wu Yun put away the chocolate. “I'm going back to read.”

“You've been reading that book for three years, haven't you finished yet?”

“I don't understand. I'll read it again.”

Wu Yun soon left with the chocolate.

“Brother, he's gone.” Another bartender came out carefully from behind, and at this time of day he deliberately hid in order to avoid Wu Yun.

“Gone.” The bartender responded lazily, “You go on mixing those drinks with water. Really, it's been a year. Why are you still afraid of him?

The reprimanded bartender dared not answer back.

How can you not be afraid?

A year ago, he skinned a man alive in front of all the guests while eating chocolate.

The worst part was that the skinned man, who was b.l.o.o.d.y all over, was not dead.

For the past year, the picture had become a nightmare for the bartender, and he could not help shaking at the sight of Wu Yun.

“This is such a paradise,” the bartender laughed, “you should laugh like the guests here.”

When Wu Yun came home with chocolate, he remembered that he had forgotten to take the rusty dagger off the dead man.

“I forgot.”

Wu Yun blinked and quickly left the matter behind. Anyway, the dagger was picked up.

His room was small enough to hold only a bed and a table, but Wu Yun had lived here for many years and had no idea of changing.

Wu Yun reached out to take the book at the head of the bed and instantly realized that the position of the book seemed to have changed.

Someone came in?

There was a piece of paper attached to the book.

“Help me kill a few people. Here's the list and address.”

The signature on the paper was a familiar sign to Wu Yun.

Wu Yun was silent for a moment, glanced at the list on the paper, wrote it all down, and then shredded it and burned it clean.

Three years is fast.

He's back, but I haven't read the book yet.

Wu Yun leaned against the bed and continued to read the book which had been torn up by him and burned by the light.

The cover of the book was in English letters with gold stamping.

LOVE.

The author has something to say:

Open pits with reason, renew with reason. (Not sure… 随缘开坑，随缘更新)

Three views are wrong, dark system, should be HE

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