Chapter 270 God's Power

Threatening people with bread, although ridiculous, is very normal in the world of beggars.

The young leader's eyes showed a ruthless look. An Mixiu had already bitten off a third of the bread in one bite. Even if they started now, when they rushed over, he would be able to take a loaf of bread within a few seconds. to finish.

"Even if you eat it, we can cut open your stomach! You can't digest it in such a short time!"

Another skinny, dark boy screamed fiercely.

Everyone else's eyes were full of fierce light when they heard the words, and they seemed to think it was normal to do so.

The young leader's face was full of murderous intent, he waved his hand and said, "Come on, kill him!"

An Mixiu's expression changed abruptly. He knew very well that if he ate it, the group of people could really cut open his stomach and take out the bread to eat.

In Carroll City, the dark world is so cruel.

When I was very hungry, even cannibalism happened.

An Mixiu hardly thought about it, picked up the bread in his hand and threw it out.

The group of young beggars stayed for a while, and then rushed out in the direction of the bread flying like crazy, and they didn't care about Amy Xiu and Oliver on the ground at all.

Seeing this, An Mixiu quickly rushed to Oliver on the ground, helped him up, and ran in the other direction.

"An, An Mixiu, you are alone, run! Wait, wait for them to come back, none of us can get away!"

The teenager Oliver was coughing blood and struggling to push Amy Xiu away.

And An Mixiu didn't say a word, just used the strength he had just recovered to tightly support Oliver and ran outside.

"An Mixiu!!"

Oliver shouted with a bloody face.

Amy Xiu still ignored Oliver, but used almost all the strength of his body to pull him and run forward.

At this moment, An Mixiu suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind him.

Then his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and even Oliver who was beside him rolled to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the gang of teenage beggars surrounded them with punches and kicks, and each time they used all their strength, Amishio and Oliver were rolled around like rag sacks.

At this moment, Amishu suddenly pounced on Oliver and protected him with his own body, enduring all the attacks of the young beggars.

"Yo, it's very loyal, so just hit him."

The young leader walked in with the bread at this time. He took a deep breath of the aroma of the bread, with a pilgrimage-like expression, and then quickly grabbed a large piece and put it in his mouth and swallowed it, watching the young beggar next to him. They were drooling wildly.

Seeing that his body could no longer support it, An Mixiu suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I still have something to eat."

The young beggars were stunned at the same time, stopped beating, and quickly searched An Mixiu's body, but found that there was nothing at all.

"Say, where did you hide the food!?"

The young leader stepped on An Mixiu's head, stomped his face into a pile of rubble on the ground, and asked viciously.

"In the."

An Mixiu opened his mouth and said a few times, and every time he wanted to say the location, the voice became so soft that people couldn't tell the difference clearly.

The young leader crouched down, stretched out his hand to grab An Mixiu's hair, and said hatefully, "Speak louder!"

An Mixiu's right fist suddenly flew up, and he punched the young leader's throat fiercely.

The young leader reacted very quickly, and he turned his head to hide in a hurry.

However, due to the distance, he was unable to avoid it completely, and was punched in the face by An Mixiu.

The young leader screamed, covered his face suddenly, and staggered back.

His face was dripping with blood, and An Mixiu quietly grabbed a sharp piece of rubble on the ground when he was beaten and rolled. At this time, the sharp edge protruded from the gap of his fingers, slashing the face of the young leader.

If he had reacted a little slower just now, the sharp rubble would have cut his throat.

"Give it all to me! Kill this bastard!!" The injured teenage leader covered his face and shouted like crazy.

An Mixiu's move just now had exhausted all his strength, and at this time he no longer had any ability to resist.

Seeing the young beggars rushing up to beat and kick him again, An Mixiu gritted his teeth and protected his vital points, neither begging for mercy nor making a sound.

However, the beatings did not last long, because the young beggars were already hungry, so how could they be motivated.

Now that the bread is being held by the young leader again, although they are calling An Mixiu, their eyes are fixed on the half of the bread left.

Gradually, they became more and more tired from fighting, and they couldn't use much strength in the back.

"Go away!" The young leader covered his wound, picked up a stone from the ground, walked to An Mi Xiu, and said grimly, "You bastard, you dare to plot against me!"

The young leader roared angrily, grabbed An Mixiu's hair with one hand, and raised the stone in his hand to smash it at his head.

Unexpectedly, at this time, An Mixiu didn't know where the strength came from. He raised his head suddenly and slammed his head into the place where the young leader was just injured.

"what!!"

He covered his face and screamed miserably. The rest of the young beggars looked at An Mixiu with chills in their hearts, and a wave of fear was born for no reason.

"I killed you! I killed you!"

The young leader's face was full of blood, but his expression was firm and crazy. He raised the stone high above his head, and then smashed it down on An Mixiu's head.

At this moment, a breeze suddenly swept across the abandoned house, and the already cold night seemed to have entered the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. It became extremely cold, and everyone suddenly shivered.

The stone on the young leader's hand was about to touch An Mixiu's head, but at this time, it was as if he had been immobilized, and he couldn't go down any further.

A figure walked in slowly from outside the abandoned house. His pace was slow, but every step he took, the slight footsteps sounded like thunder to all the young beggars, making their faces turn white.

Chen Luo walked slowly to An Mi Xiu's body, and with a slight swing of his right hand, the young leader burst into a cloud of blood without warning, floating in the air.

The faces of the young beggars who saw this scene were all horrified expressions. Such a strange and terrifying situation made them all startled, and instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

But what frightened them even more was that they were so scared that they wanted to run away, but they couldn't move half a step, as if they were nailed to the ground.

With another wave of Chen Luo's hand, he saw that An Mixiu's injuries had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, it became the same state as before.

Everyone present, including Amy Xiu and Oliver who were still on the ground, were stunned.

They don't have to think about it to know that it is the mysterious man in front of them, but with such a terrifying ability, could it be that he is not a god! ?