Chapter 305: No Longer Suppressing Power [Subscribe]

"Pah..."

The broken spring knife in his hand fell to the ground.

The torn knuckles were bleeding bright red.

Chen Xuan's words echoed behind him like a ghost.

At the end of the alley ahead was the shapeless body of his companion.

This was simply a nightmare scene.

The ability to blow a human body away like a cannonball only exists in science fiction movies.

The evil monsters that wreaked havoc in the city killed ordinary people like killing an insignificant bug.

Until the superheroes came down from the sky, the evil was stopped.

But there were no superheroes in the blue planet.

The killing god standing behind him was the only extraordinary one.

He trembled and was almost scared silly.

It seemed that there was a sense of illusion that he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a nightmare.

At this time, Chen Xuan's hand was on his shoulder, sobering him up from the illusion that he might sink into at any time.

"I said, take me to find your boss."

Chen Xuan repeated again in a calm tone.

"Okay... okay..."

The gangster nodded like crazy.

Chen Xuan turned him to the front and motioned him to lead the way.

But the guy walked two steps in a daze and leaned over to vomit.

"Ugh!"

His companion died tragically in the alley, and the miserable death made his stomach twitch uncontrollably.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly and took out a small dark red pill with his backhand.

Then he pinched the guy's face with his mental power and forced him to swallow it despite the nausea.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, an abnormal red appeared on the gangster's face.

His eyes were wide open, and fine blood was spreading.

Then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Hehehe..."

"Boss Qingpa should have died a long time ago."

"I'll take you to find him."

"Hehe!"

[Evil Pill], a gadget made by the Alchemy Association of Magtan City.

After taking it, it can stimulate the evil in the heart, and at the same time greatly eliminate fear and physical discomfort.

It can also squeeze out some of the physical potential.

The disadvantage is that people who take the [Evil Pill] tend to express malice and become uncontrollable.

But it is just right for this guy.

The price of one [Evil Pill] is 145 crowns.

And it is only suitable for non-caster targets below the bronze level.

Most casters who practice mental meditation are determined, and this pill is difficult to play its due effect.

After taking the [Evil Pill], the gangster forgot his fear.

And he no longer resisted Chen Xuan's request to find his boss.

He had long been dissatisfied with Qingpa, the big boss.

Malice occupied all his thoughts.

"Let's go find Dai, the small boss of the block first."

"That guy always doesn't take me to the club to have fun, damn it!"

Chen Xuan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't care about big bosses or small bosses, he just wanted to express violence in this foreign country.

Without hurting innocent people, it became the best choice to attack the gangs in Naypyidaw.

There was no excuse for eliminating harm for the people.

It can only be said that these guys were unlucky.

It happened that Chen Xuan had the ability to deal with them, and they happened to run into Chen Xuan's gun.

And Chen was not a saint.

"It really deserves to die."

"Then let's find that Dai first."

Chen Xuan responded with a curled mouth.

Following this little gangster, they walked out of the alley one after another.

The huge movement in the alley just now attracted the attention of the vendors around.

But they didn't dare to see what happened.

The notoriety of the Qingpa Gang is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

They are not outsiders, they just want to do business here to support their families.

The fear of losing their jobs even exceeds the personal threat.

Only the lower class people understand that the only thing more terrible than death is extreme poverty.

But just when they were curious and uneasy.

Two figures suddenly walked out of the alley.

A little gangster of the Qingpa Gang with a crazy look and bleeding from his mouth.

The other one was the foreigner who was blackmailed just now.

The others were missing.

Such a strange combination made all the vendors confused.

But they didn't dare to ask, and didn't even dare to look at it.

This is also their survival wisdom.

The Qingpa Gang has dominated Naypyidaw for more than 20 years and is considered a senior and old-fashioned society.

They didn't engage in bombings, nor did they mix with those messy fungus valves.

The main way to make money is to engage in real estate and collect protection fees.

Taking advantage of the favorable wind that Naypyidaw became a new capital more than ten years ago.

The Qingpa Gang, which controlled a lot of land and houses by violent means, made a fortune.

When Naypyidaw was developed, the real estate in their hands skyrocketed by nearly ten times.

Then they also built several communities with the help of the power of that big man.

Half were sold and half were rented out.

In addition, there are several commercial streets in their hands, which can collect considerable protection fees.

In addition to these two pillars.

Casinos, spring houses, and opium are also the business of the Qingpa Gang.

And recently they opened a Qingpa Foreign Trade Company in Yangon.

Last year, they obtained the export qualification of hot materials such as minerals and rubber from Jun Zhengfu.

It must be said that their boss Qingpa is a smart guy.

I didn’t touch the projects with the highest profits but the easiest to fail.

I didn’t even try the hot spots of bombing movies in the past few years.

Bombing movies is a huge profit.

This can be seen from Xiong Haibo’s wealth.

And the bombing range is not limited to Xiaguo.

Asan and Bald Eagle also have targeted large-scale bombings.

This black and gray industry is much deeper than most Xiaguo people know.

Guns are rampant in Dianmian.

The Qingpa gang is not considered to be the employees of the normal industry.

There are three or four hundred thugs alone.

There are small leaders in each block.

The main structure is six small leaders and a big leader Qingpa.

And Qingpa usually stays in the Qingpa Building he built.

It is a 36-story business building.

The 28th floor and above are not open to the public.

That is Qingpa’s exclusive floor.

Each floor is a different functional area, which brings together eating, drinking and having fun.

It can be said that Qingpa is a chaebol-style gangster society that has turned from black to white.

Of course, a chaebol of this level would be a joke in the presence of Guo Jia.

After all, there is no multinational corporation to support the size.

The wealth accumulated through black and gray industries and violent means is always limited.

However, in this small piece of land in Naypyidaw, Qingpa can indeed live a life like a chaebol.

And the thigh covered by the Junzheng Axe also benefited a lot.

Chen Xuan originally just wanted to have fun, but he didn't expect to catch a big fish that was quite interesting.

The gangsters in the snack street were like ants extending their tentacles everywhere to carry food.

Obviously, this time they did not find "food", but provoked a great predator.

...

Bali Street.

This place is not far from the snack street.

The straight-line distance is only a few hundred meters.

After identifying the direction, Chen Xuan ran wildly with the gangsters.

With his current physique, he can cross a distance of tens of meters every second.

It is equivalent to a ground speed of 300 to 400 kilometers per hour.

It is basically the same as a high-speed rail at full speed.

But the human body is not a high-speed train, and its size is much smaller.

At such a speed, the human eye can only see a residual image.

Wherever Chen Xuan went, the ground was blown up by strong winds.

The hard concrete road surface should have been trampled vigorously, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

If the potential of the gangster he held in his hand had not been stimulated by the [Evil Pill].

I am afraid that just this tossing would have killed him.

At this time, he just yelled with excitement.

The distance of several hundred meters was fleeting.

Chen Xuan ran almost in a straight line the whole way.

The buildings and obstacles along the way could not stop him at all.

He ran straight into the wall when he encountered it.

And he jumped up from the building.

There were cracks everywhere he went.

It was as if a tank had hurriedly rolled over the ground.

The rolled up airflow blew away the dust on the ground, like a concentrated airflow passing by.

"Awesome!"

Chen Xuan couldn't help but roar.

He had not really released his power on Blue Star.

Always in a state of suppressing himself.

In such a situation, having the opportunity to fully release his power only made him feel extremely happy.

Power is such a wonderful thing.

Only by releasing it can you enjoy the changes it brings!

His destination, Bali Street, is the base of the nearby Qingpa Gang's small leader.

The "base" of those guys is in a dance hall called "Black Rose" on the street.

The guys who came to the snack street to collect protection fees also started from there.

The goal is very clear, and Chen Xuan did not take any detours.

He soon found the "Black Rose" dance hall that occupies three floors.

The colorful lights and signs are still the style of Xiaguo more than ten years ago.

In broad daylight, especially in the morning, not many people linger in the dance hall.

There is a velvet curtain hanging at the door.

There are signs full of tempting words on both sides.

Xiaguo once had such a dance hall.

It is more or less borderline.

Later, it was replaced by KTV, bars and more high-end clubs.

Here in Naypyidaw, it is still a dance hall.

It's just that the fun inside is more colorful.

When Chen Xuan stopped, the gangster in his hand was already foaming at the mouth.

But even so, this guy still stubbornly did not faint.

His face full of fanaticism proved his inner excitement.

The physical potential stimulated by [Evil Pill] was used to resist the overload of violent movement.

It is different to move at high speed on a high-speed train or plane and to move at high speed while being carried in the hand.

The latter is a kind of torture.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

He coughed violently and the white foam stuck in the trachea came out.

The gangster pointed to the front frantically.

"It's here! It's here!"

Chen Xuan nodded.

"Then let's go."

"Follow me, don't die."

"I still need you to lead the way to Qingpa Building."

Cut the grass to remove the roots.

This is both revenge and entertainment.

Either let it go with mercy, or kill it without mercy.

Chen Xuan has no scruples about this.

The blood of thousands of monsters on his hands in the Naroa continent.

It is impossible to judge him by the standards of ordinary blue planet people.

Killing one person is a sin.

Killing a million people is a hero!

Unless the hooligans here have RPGs equipped with armor-piercing bullets.

Attacks of other degrees will not even scratch his skin.

Thinking of this, Chen Xuan stepped into the dance hall.

Passing through the velvet curtain, the first is a tiled corridor.

At the end of it is the dance hall.

This is also the main body of the entire song and dance troupe.

There are many booths and small dance floors on the second and third floors.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows.

He heard the noise coming from the dance hall in front.

Even if there are fewer customers during the day, the dance floor here still plays exciting dance music.

It’s just that there are fewer waiters and dancers during the day.

Without stopping, Chen Xuan walked in front.

The hooligans in a frenzy followed him step by step.

Soon they came to the edge of the dance floor.

The laser light ball above shot out dazzling colored beams.

There is a dance floor in the middle, and booths around.

There is a bar counter against the right wall.

A very old-fashioned layout.

Bald Eagle had a dance hall with a similar layout in the 1960s.

The booth was not full at this time.

The booths were also large and small.

When Chen Xuan came to the dance floor, a waiter with a tray came over soon.

"Do you want to drink or find a girl?"

She asked directly.

This kind of thing is uncontrolled in Dianmian.

Chen Xuan did not answer. While the waitress was waiting, she saw the gangster standing behind Chen Xuan.

"Ma Wuyou, why are you here?"

She obviously knew the gangster and asked curiously.

Usually everyone stayed in the dance hall, so they were considered one of their own.

The gangster turned his head and glanced at her.

The red eyes and drooling mouth corners made the waitress take a step back.

Ignoring her, the gangster named Ma Wuyou quickly found his target.

"There!"

He pointed to a relatively large booth against the wall.

There were twelve or thirteen people drinking there.

Drinking in the daytime felt a bit like turning day and night upside down.

But for these gangsters, it was a very normal situation.

They had already turned day and night upside down. They slept when they were tired, ate when they were hungry, and played when they woke up.

Drinking in the daytime was not an outrageous operation.

Without saying a word, Chen Xuan jumped up and crossed the dance floor with a diameter of seven or eight meters.

"Bang!"

Like a heavy shell landing.

The huge movement instantly attracted the attention of those people.

"What the hell?"

Those guys who were drunk and dreaming were also attracted.

Several of the sober gangsters hurriedly stood up and took out pistols from their waists.

When in doubt, take out the gun. This is the experience gained from years of being in the gang.

After Chen Xuan landed, he walked towards them.

Several brothers with guns out blocked the front.

"You... who are you?"

Those who can jump across the dance floor can only be described as monsters.

But Chen Xuan, who was standing in front of them at this moment, looked like an ordinary person.

There seemed to be no difference.

He was made of flesh and blood like them.

Chen Xuan did not respond, and a [Demon Seed] floated above his head.

Then the spell model condensed visibly.

Three balls of fire the size of a washbasin quickly appeared, turning from faint to solid.

The orange-red flames illuminated Chen Xuan, making him look like a demon god!

... (End of this chapter)