nyslfriends Chapter 69 Savage Hatred
Chapter 69 Savage Hatred
Chapter 69 Savage Hatred
Lead-like clouds, like corpses, pressed down on the sky, even the wind was squeezed into a suffocating burden that solidified downwards.
Suddenly, a silver whip ripped through the night. It wasn't light, but a gash torn open in the sky. The pale blade cleaved the darkness, and in the lightning's tearing motion, it became a living prison, where unknown fears lurked in the darkness.
Lightning illuminates all things, creating grotesque illusions.
The shadows of the trees outside the window were like ghosts, their branches outstretched, as if trying to drag the person inside into the rainy night.
Fu Jun's pale face reflected the light from the phone screen.
[We will immediately access your entire contact list and call records, and inform your parents, spouse, children, relatives, and colleagues one by one of them about your debt scandal, leaving you utterly humiliated and with nowhere to hide!]
[We will arrange for debt collectors to visit your home and workplace to post notices of outstanding payment. The entire process will be recorded as evidence, disrupting your and your family's normal life and work! You will be restricted from traveling, obtaining loans, buying a house, and your children's school enrollment—a lifetime restriction!]
[Your law firm has filed a lawsuit and applied for property preservation, seizing your real estate, vehicles, and bank cards. Once the judgment takes effect, you will be subject to judicial detention and added to the list of dishonest judgment debtors!]
But these are just barks copied from copywriting scripts by low-income people, tethered to the phone.
Perhaps the commotion during the day was too great.
This prompted a report from the neighbors. Fu Jun was not a professional killer. Although the police did not find the victim and may not have even been to the scene, the police station in the southern district of Gray Core City called, but sent a text message because the phone was not reachable.
[Hello, we have received a report that a fight has occurred on your apartment floor. Please bring your original valid ID and go to the Gray Core City South District Police Station to cooperate with the investigation. The process will be quick.]
There aren't many security cameras in the garbage community, and the police were just indifferent, seemingly not caring whether Fu Jun came or not, just going through the motions.
But the fear it instilled was many times more intense than those pointless debt collection text messages before.
He was just hiding in a cheap hotel that cost eighty yuan a night. The windows were covered with newspapers, and even with the windows closed, the thunder was deafening.
A wave of boundless regret washed over him. He shouldn't have picked up that USB drive. He didn't know if this was a recipe for disaster, or if he was being bullied or under suffocating pressure.
Everything seems much better than the current situation.
The students in Class 3 are probably still fooling around during evening self-study.
How wonderful!
His gaze was unfocused, as if he were completely lost in thought.
But at that moment, the phone suddenly received a text message.
[Transfer [674568.14]]
[I've used this to pay off the online loans; there should be some left over.]
I will handle the Spider Gang matter.
I need to live my life well. Dad is indeed getting old and useless.
[I didn't take what you said to heart, so don't hate me.]
Fu Jun was stunned for a long time. He paused for an extremely long time on the text that he could have read in a short time, trying to understand what had happened. It was as if his consciousness had activated a self-protective mechanism, but this conditioned reflex hormone was also burned up in the violent burning.
"Oh my god————"
He just held his head, unable to speak, mechanically repeating two words.
While pacing back and forth, he bumped into the violin case containing the true demon sword.
It was just instinct, instinct completely overwhelmed all cowardice. He grabbed the violin case and rushed off like a madman, using the fastest method, even stopping a car on the street and forcibly driving it away.
Inside the VIP box of the Torture Chamber Club.
"uncle."
Lu Yunzhao asked Lu Tiansheng to kill Wang Qing.
But then, he was slapped hard across the face.
There are two kinds of people in this world.
The first type involves walking on broken glass, with every step stained with blood; a single misstep could lead to certain death.
The second type of road is paved with thick down; if you fall, you simply dust yourself off and get back up, and the future is bright and promising.
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You need to know what your family has given you, and how you should use it.
Lu Tiansheng rubbed his forehead. People like Wang Qing, who came from the lower class, would inevitably be eliminated by all sides if they made a mistake, given the exclusionary nature of the circle. A broken mirror is of no use, a extinguished candle is of no use, and being smashed means certain death. It's just that the time hasn't come yet.
It was truly amazing; Ye Qinghan had really struck gold. If Yun Zhao could be half as good as Wang Qing, that would be great too.
Right now, in the backstage lounge.
"The person on stage is your classmate's father, the one named Fu Jun."
Xiong Zhigang suddenly spoke up because the atmosphere was too oppressive. Wang Qing was waiting for the right moment to kill someone, and he was calm and collected. But Xiong Zhigang couldn't sit still and wanted to find something to talk about to relieve his boredom.
"Huh?"
Wang Qing, intrigued, logged out of the online casino, turned off his phone, and watched with great interest.
Humans may have a thousand ways of thinking, but with their limited wisdom they can control all things, yet they cannot defy the whims of fate—a truth that holds true throughout history.
On the arena.
Compared to the previous battle, this round seemed too boring. All the spectators and thugs just yelled and shouted, pointing their thumbs down, indicating that they should hurry up and kill this middle-aged man, finish it quickly, not waste time, and move on to the next one.
In the hardcore one-life game, the first round you face opponents of the same skill level, but they are also professional boxers, fundamentally different from dockworkers.
The other party was completely dismissive, but having learned from the previous experience of the Wolf King, he knew that life was not to be trifled with. With his well-developed muscles and exoskeleton armor, he got into position and waited for the commentator to announce the start.
Fu Jianzhou, whose robotic arm had been removed, clenched his fists, his breath trembling as he exhaled cold air. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped onto the cold ground.
The few fleeting memories of pleasure are like grains of sand being swept away by the tide. Under the fear of imminent death, reason begins to be lost, and all the faces in memory become increasingly blurred.
Fragments of memories tormented him again and again until he became completely numb.
"Battle begins!"
The commentator shouted excitedly.
A professional boxer, his spiritual pressure bursting forth, moves like lightning, his exoskeleton boxing armor activated at full power.
Faced with the fist that rapidly grew from a black dot in front of him, a darkness that seemed to want to completely devour the light in his vision, Fu Jianzhou suddenly thought of only one thing: he was right.
Fu Jun was right; it was his own fault that Fu Jun harmed him.
His parents, who had already passed away due to illness, probably never imagined that this day would come for him.
When Fu Jun stormed into the Criminal Investigation Club and arrived at the scene.
A muffled thud.
Fu Jianzhou's head was struck by a powerful and fierce punch, tearing the flesh of his neck and sending his head flying.
Crimson blood gushed from his neck, and he collapsed to his knees, utterly exhausted.
The deformed and distorted head flew off the stage and rolled on the ground more than a dozen times.
There was only joyful laughter.
The laughter of the onlookers and thugs was undisguised, and those who were causing trouble in the shadows would never know how wildly they laughed.
Time seemed to stand still, and all sounds became a piercing tinnitus enveloping the roar.
Fu Jun's mind was blank, his face expressionless, and he wasn't thinking about anything. He simply walked towards the head that was stuck on the ground.
The professional boxers on the platform remained unmoved.
"Who let you in?"
Two Spider Gang members quickly stepped forward to restrain Fu Jun.
As if sensing something, the man in the trench coat sent a message to Fu Jun using a one-way communication device.
Do not choose destruction.
Fu Jun only had tinnitus in his ears. He bent down and picked up Fu Jianzhou's head, which was completely twisted and deformed, and was so bloody and mangled that it was impossible to recognize who it was.
He held it in his hands, and the foul blood from the large cut poured down, soaking Fu Jun's trouser legs.
But only a mole in the same spot below his ear proved that this was indeed his blood relative.
The infinitely profound thoughts that are often repeated are like the holes that ants dig for generations.
What strange food can a miserable and submissive man, a convict who has been a slave for years, harvest from the stingy land?
This clear symbol of a miserable fate, this terrible sign of darkness, nothingness deceives people, everything, even death, lies.
Forever and ever, we will be forced, in this wondrous land, to peel the skin off this rough earth, with our bloodied bare feet—
Stepping on it, a heavy iron shovel.
Fu Jun's eyes were filled with tears, and the resentment in his eyes reflected the hellish prison.
And he.
Reject this expectation.
【True Demon Blade.DLL】
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