Chapter 295 The Iron Fist of Justice

As he staggered forward, eyes looked down from the surrounding residential buildings, with strange expressions.

Just as Yan Shang was puzzled, a voice suddenly sounded from upstairs:

"It's him! He is Yan Shang, the president of the Qunxing Chamber of Commerce!"

"He is the bastard who sells coal at sky-high prices!"

As soon as these two voices came out, all the people in the surrounding residential buildings quickly surrounded him with sticks and machetes, casting extremely angry eyes. In just a dozen seconds, the entire street was surrounded, and as more and more shouts sounded, more people came.

Yan Shang was stunned when he saw this scene. He had hardly shown his face outside in these years, and now he was so dirty that no one should be able to recognize him...

At this moment, Yan Shang suddenly felt that the place where everyone's eyes were looking was a little strange. After a moment of stunned, he immediately took off his fur coat and looked.

I saw that on the back of the fur coat, someone had written a few big words in scarlet blood:

-I am Yan Shang!

Yan Shang: ? ? ?

"It's him!! He wanted to sell us coal worth 500,000! It's this beast!"

"He had his men beat my dad on Century Avenue! My dad's leg was broken by him!"

"If someone hadn't driven out a truck and grabbed the coal, we would have been frozen to death..."

"This bastard who made money from people's lives... Kill him!!!"

"..."

The roars came from all around, and the eyes of this group of people were red. They rushed forward like crazy to drown him, and all kinds of weapons in their hands rained down on Yan Shang!

Yan Shang was forced to bend down in fear. The hard sticks hit his back again and again, causing severe pain. The knives that came out from time to time penetrated deeply into his body. Amid countless smelly and angry curses, he was already frozen to a blurred consciousness, and the scene in front of him was stained with blood.

No... No...

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be beaten to death in a short time!

Yan Shang's hand tightly grasped the last sacrificial vessel, which was a small compass with blood vessels and black flesh attached to the surface. As his fingertips moved the needle, his figure disappeared in the next moment!

The stick smashed down hard, but did not touch Yan Shang's body. Everyone stared at the empty nothingness in front of them, a little confused for a moment.

"Is that... space movement?"

Chen Ling, who was standing in the distance and saw this scene, narrowed his eyes slightly.

The large number and rich variety of Yan Shang's collections can be said to have opened Chen Ling's eyes... But from the fact that Yan Shang would rather get injured than use this sacrificial vessel until now, his inventory should have run out.

Chen Ling snorted coldly, and his figure flew out in the frost and snow.

...

"I survived... I survived!!"

Yan Shang, covered in blood, stood outside the station of the boundary train, his hands trembling with excitement.

The life-and-death crisis along the way made Yan Shang feel like he had walked through hell. When he really arrived at this station, he suddenly felt lucky to have survived a disaster!

"What Red Heart 6, what Dusk Society... I, Yan Shang, started from scratch and came all the way to today! Can I die here so easily?!"

Yan Shang couldn't help laughing, but it involved the wounds on his body, and the severe pain made his facial features twisted.

"Damn... Those untouchables dared to hit me..."

"Untouchables will always be untouchables! I'm about to take a train to the south, you just wait here for me to die!"

"A group of poor and useless guys, they really deserve to be frozen to death."

Yan Shang cursed while staggering on the stairs of the station.

Just as he was about to step onto the platform, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hey."

Yan Shang was startled, and before he could turn around, a fist hit him hard on the back of his head, knocking him to the ground!

The punch made Yan Shang's eyes go black. He groaned and tried to get up from the ground. Behind him, a figure with a camera hanging around his neck and a pen and paper in his hand was looking down at him coldly.

"It's you...? You are a piece of trash, and you deserve to be on this train?" The figure clenched his right fist and punched Yan Shang again with a bang!

The hard fist knocked Yan Shang to the ground again, and a bloody tooth was knocked out of his mouth. He looked at the figure in front of him blankly,

"Who... are you?"

"My name is Wen Shilin, and I'm a reporter."

The figure slowly took off the camera around his neck and the pen and paper in his hand and put them aside, and walked slowly over, "You may not know me, but I know a lot about you, President Yan Shang."

Hearing the three words Wen Shilin, Yan Shang suddenly felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it... Before he could say anything else, another iron fist of justice hit his cheek!

Bang--! !

The force of this punch was greater than the previous two punches, directly breaking half of Yan Shang's teeth and making him see stars.

"The iron fist of justice may be late, but it will never be absent." Wen Shilin shook his painful hand and said in a deep voice, "Since my news can't kill you... then I will kill you now!"

Wen Shilin growled and punched Yan Shang again. At the moment when the fist whistled, Yan Shang suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed the muzzle directly at Wen Shilin's forehead!

Wen Shilin's fist suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Damn... After doing this for a long time, I thought you were the 6 of hearts again, but you turned out to be a real reporter?" Yan Sheng spat out the blood and broken teeth in his mouth, and got up with difficulty, "The gun is useless against the 6 of hearts. I can’t deal with you, a pariah?”

Yan Sheng spoke fiercely, and just when he was about to pull the trigger, his eyes suddenly blurred!

The next moment, the gun in his hand had turned into a piece of coal.

Yan Sheng looked at the corner of coal in his hand in astonishment, as if he had thought of something, and deep fear... and final despair appeared in his eyes.

He knew that the man was here again...

Wen Shilin looked at this scene blankly, not understanding what was happening. At this moment, he heard footsteps coming from behind.

A figure in a brown trench coat slowly walked up the steps of the station. He played with the black gun casually, his eyes flashing with amusement and cold murderous intent.

"It's you...it's you again!!" Yan Sheng roared hysterically, "Why do you have to kill me?! You have ruined everything for me! What can you do if you let me go? I swear I will never follow him in this life. Can you be right...why kill them all?"

Under the continuous torture, Yan Sheng's psychological defense had completely collapsed. Chen Ling gave him hope again and again, and pushed him into the abyss again and again... This kind of torture was tantamount to Lingchi torture!

The figure laughed mockingly, raised the black gun muzzle, and aimed it at Yan Sheng's desperate eyes.

"A guy like you...is worthy of being my opponent?"

Bang bang bang——!

The successive gunshots echoed in Wen Shilin's ears. Under his own eyes, Yan Sheng's head turned into red and white fireworks and splashed on the steps of the station.