Soon, the fire was put out.

Showing the scorched and damaged frame…

"Be careful!"

Someone from the gangster side reminded me.

"It's okay... I guess he's dead a long time ago, hahahaha..."

The person responsible for the inspection laughed and prepared to step into the carriage.

Whoosh!

Several sharp howls came from the air, unexpectedly hitting the figures standing outside the bus, like bullets, hitting their vital points with precision! As soon as the man who stepped on the bus lifted his hind legs, his head

Bloody flowers burst out, and he fell straight down.

Thump thump thump…

In the blink of an eye, five or six gangsters were all killed.

The invisible murder weapon fell to the ground, and there were small pebbles stained with blood...

Whoosh!

The mafiosi were startled and set up their guns one after another.

One of his own died like this... As the leader, the man with gold-framed glasses was unmoved, and his expression was not even the slightest. He flicked the unfinished cigarette butt in his hand and said, "Sure enough... it can't be solved so easily...

"

He noticed that the three cars behind the bus had their lights turned off.

It seems that it has been killed!

Under the gaze of one after another, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a blurry figure strolled from a distance, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand constantly tossing a piece of gravel.

Unscathed, I glanced at the bus that had been sleeping all the way and the smell of barbecue in the air, and let out a sigh.

The moment he saw the mafia...he knew that he had been exposed!

was discovered.

In less than two years, he relied on his ability to control the results of games in the Sky Arena to make a fortune. Now he has a net worth of tens of billions... Although he diverted the funds to large and small casinos, he tried his best to avoid being noticed.

…But as time goes by, the probability of being detected also increases.

Entertainment industries like casinos are mostly driven by underworld forces... and they are often monopolized in a certain area. In other words, even if he leaves the casino to bet, the winnings are actually one person's money.

Tens of billions is not a small amount, it is equivalent to him catching a sheep and desperately trying to get its wool.

The way to win money is to avoid trouble within a certain amount and within a certain period of time...but he is a bit too greedy.

There's no way...who doesn't love money?

The other thing is... he really doesn't pay that much attention to the Mafia.

In the past few years, Hao has been focusing on practice, including in the Sky Arena. In fact, he has not had much contact with this society and this world... His understanding of the gang is limited to the memory of the original work, but now... he

Saw it.

This is also a 'meeting gift' prepared by the gang for him to start integrating into the world.

"Although you have used some brains, the outflow of funds from the casino is not small. It is clearly visible in the ledger, and it is all related to your competition... The probability of winning is 100%. It is difficult not to make people suspicious." Guan Lu also said

Still alive, the bespectacled man didn’t panic at all. He was a heavy smoker. He took out a pack of cigarettes and smacked it on his hand, then took out another one and lit it. “Open the door for business. We, the Phils family, welcome normal gamblers with open hands.”

...But people like you can only use a shotgun!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Before the gang could open fire again, Ogi had already taken action.

As he walked, the stones in his hands were shot out like marbles. The speed and power were even greater than the bullets. Almost everyone in the row of hotshots standing in front of the man with glasses was shot in the head and fell down on their backs.

"Kill him!"

The man with glasses ordered in a cold voice.

Our side has the advantage, and even if a few of them fall down, they can't stop their attack.

Pistols, rifles... all burst into flames.

In an instant, there was a hail of gunfire and bullets on the road, and dense bullets hit the man who was walking towards them step by step.

Bang bang bang…

The gangster's bullets fell on Long's body, falling to the ground one after another, covering the road...even his clothes were not damaged.

A guy carrying an artillery piece licked his lips, preparing to blow his head...but as soon as he squatted down, a stone hit his face.

As the distance got closer and closer, the number of deaths on the gang's side also increased... The man with glasses lowered his eyes.

"Stop! You can't solve him..."

At this time, a voice sounded from the crowd, and the gang members stopped one after another. Hearing the words, they separated to both sides to make a gap.

I saw a man with broken hair and a striking scar on his face walking out of a car with a sneer and swinging a butterfly knife in his hand. The small weapon was twirled around his fingertips.

It was so flexible that it turned into a group of stunning silver light.

"Such a beast must be dealt with by a professional hunter like me..."

The man stood at the front.

"Trouble."

The man with glasses said something to him and raised his hand to tell all his companions to step back.

He stepped on the bullet casings lying on the ground and stopped.

The stones in his hand were squandered.

Hao also heard what the other party said.

He looked at the man who was blocking and even trying to kill him, and smiled slightly: "You seem confident that you can kill me?"

He sensed early on that there was a person with telekinesis hidden in the car.

"Hehehe... The sky arena is just a place for a group of telepathic people who cannot stand up to the stage to have fun. Don't think that people like them can compete with people like me who walk in the darkness all year round and live a life like licking blood from the edge of a knife.

We are equals! We are hunters who truly live in the jungle of death and obey the laws of the food chain..." The man said, raising his sharp knife and taking an offensive stance.

"Judging from your thoughts and the look in your eyes...you are right, you should have had a few moments."

Hazy smiled.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the man's face, "So...which piece of meat on your body should I start cutting..."

The moment he finished speaking, the man's hand holding the knife was already unsteady.

Scar's pupils shrank like needle eyes...

He didn't blink his eyes from beginning to end, and kept his eyes fixed on the target without shifting at all... But at this moment, the other party came strangely in front of him. He didn't notice it, let alone warn him, and didn't even see the trajectory and movements of Hazy's surprise attack.

The man immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"I only said that your strength is barely enough... I'm not complimenting you."

In the moment of close contact, Hao did not take action immediately, but leaned forward and brought his face close to Scar's face. There was only a few centimeters away, and their eyes met.

Observing his swaying eyes and trying his best to hide his frightened expression, he said softly.

"Ahhhhh!"

The man yelled, and the blade in his hand turned into a silver thread, slashing towards Hazy's throat.

Snap!

But Hazy's palm also quickly inserted into the afterimage, and without even using his eyes to see, he grabbed the opponent's wrist. With the force of his fingers, Scar's wrist was broken with a click.

"Ah!"

The man shouted again.

His face trembled crazily.

"Isn't it right... A master like you who is walking on the edge of death can also feel pain from such a small injury? It shouldn't be..." He smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Immediately, another hand waved out.

The huge force directly caused the neck of the telepathic person in front of him to be torn apart and his head to be shattered.

There is no whole body in death.

Some people with telekinesis abilities who have been active underground all year round are indeed different from the people in the Sky Arena. Although not all the players in the Sky Arena are "greenhouse flowers", at least most of them live in a relatively healthy environment... The environment is very good for them.

One person's influence is great.

From this point of view, colleagues who are engaged in assassins, employment and other relationships underground do have some pride.

Every battle they have to go through is a battle of life and death, and they often face desperate situations. Most of the enemies are also desperadoes. The energy and will a person unleashes between life and death decisions cannot be underestimated... This level of danger,

It is much larger than the 200th floor of Sky Arena.
To be continued...