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"Sister, sorry about that!"

Wang Xiaoyu helplessly looked at the cashier, and then kicked with force, kicking the sister who was already unconscious, until she fainted again.

He didn't want to do this, but compared to being meaninglessly pestered by the cashier, he was more concerned about the Foundation Elixir in his hands.

After all, this thing was the key to whether or not he could enter the Demonic Cultivator world.

After knocking the cashier unconscious with a kick, Wang Xiaoyu held onto the box tightly and walked towards the door. The glass door had already been completely broken by the explosion, and countless of glass fragments scattered on the ground, reflecting the scene everywhere.

When Wang Xiaoyu stepped through the entrance of the adorable grain store and stepped on a piece of glass that was blasted out by the explosion, suddenly, a few long, narrow silhouettes were reflected on the piece of glass. When Wang Xiaoyu raised his head to look, the scene before him made him stop in his tracks.

About three meters in front of him stood at least twenty robust men.

They were all dressed in black, from head to toe: black glasses, black suits, black trousers, black shoes.

Even the machete in everyone's hand, which was around one meter long, was black in color.

He thought to himself, what kind of situation is this? If these people were to trade the black machetes they had in their hands for axes, Wang Xiaoyu would definitely think that he had gone out and bumped into the legendary gang leader.

With regards to the group of black-clothed men that suddenly appeared, Wang Xiaoyu's intuition told him that they should be related to the box in his hands. Thus, he subconsciously held the box tightly in his arms and laughed at them before turning around and leaving in another direction.

However, before he could even take a few steps, a cold voice sounded from behind him.

"Halt!"

Wang Xiaoyu sneered in his heart, thinking to himself, who the hell are you, am I supposed to stop when you tell me to?

If you really came for the box in my arms, wouldn't I be in trouble?

After thinking about that, Wang Xiaoyu pretended to turn a deaf ear and snorted. He did not even turn around to leave them behind.

The person who told Wang Xiaoyu to stop clearly did not expect Wang Xiaoyu to ignore him, he thought that was deaf or something, so he waved and called the two black clothed men over, and quickly followed.

As they ran, they shouted loudly, "Hey, little brat in front, stop right there!"

"Stop your sister!"

Wang Xiaoyu secretly cursed, and his footsteps became even faster.

His sudden increase in speed was enough to cause the three people behind him to complain incessantly. One of the slightly fatter man in black wiped the sweat off his face with his blade, and panted heavily as he spoke to a bald man in black beside him, "Boss, why …" What should he do? This little brat felt that he was running really fast after getting some vegetable oil on his feet! "

His words were confirmed by his thin companion who looked like a bamboo stick. The man was out of breath, his eyes were white, and he said in an exhausted voice, "Yes …" Yeah, old... Boss, this little … "Brat, run over there …" So fast, we … Let's chase them too … I can't catch up! "

The bald black-clothed man who was called big brother by the two narrowed his eyes at Wang Xiaoyu's figure, and then suddenly slapped those two people, and gritted his teeth in anger: "Fuck, what do you mean we can't catch up to them? Are you two f * cking pigs? "We have a car, but we have to chase it with our feet. Ah, how can we catch up with it? How can we catch up with it?"

The two who were slapped looked at each other, thinking to themselves, you are the one who asked me to chase after you, who can I blame?

However, because of this thought in their hearts, they couldn't say it out loud. In the end, they could only fawn on them as if they were trying to curry favor with them: "Yes, yes, yes …" Boss is right! "

"Right, right..." Boss is still the smartest! "

After he finished his flattery, the skinhead nodded his head in satisfaction. He then took out his phone and spoke a few words to them. In less than half a minute, eighteen Hummer s lined up in a straight line, and with a rumbling sound, they stopped in front of the three of them.

The three of them got into the car one after another, and chased after Wang Xiaoyu.

Very quickly, Wang Xiaoyu's legs could not hold up against the four wheels of the Hummer's convoy. Following the sound of eighteen sharp brakes, Wang Xiaoyu helplessly discovered that he was actually surrounded by eighteen Hummer s.

The dust that was left behind by the wheels flew in the air. Wang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at the sun that was setting in the west, thinking that this eventful day was about to end.

Seeing Wang Xiaoyu standing at the center of the convoy and looking at the sun, skinhead also subconsciously looked up to the sky. The black lens in his sunglasses filtered some strong rays of light, causing his view of the world to become extremely gentle.

With a loud bang, he closed the thick steel door of the Hummer, and holding his black machete, he walked towards Wang Xiaoyu who was in the center. Around the eighteen Hummer carts, no less than thirty black clothed people started to walk out one after another.

One by one, they imitated the appearance of the skinhead, held their black machetes and approached Wang Xiaoyu in a circle, gradually surrounding him in a circle.

Finally, under the lead of the skinhead, the group of black-clothed men surrounded Wang Xiaoyu in a circle with a radius of no more than two meters.

The skinhead stood about a meter away from Wang Xiaoyu, slapping the sword heavily onto the cement floor, the sharp tip of the blade immediately piercing a two centimeter thick hole in the ground, following which the skinhead coldly asked: "Brat, are you deaf or stupid? Did you not hear me when I told you to stand still?"

Wang Xiaoyu placed his index finger on his lips, making a gesture of silence, and then used his eyes to indicate skinhead to look at the sky.

skinhead frowned, he clearly could not understand how this brat could be so calm in their encirclement, he snorted, and then, as though he was following Wang Xiaoyu's gaze, he looked towards the sky.

"What did you see?"

Wang Xiaoyu asked calmly.

skinhead pinched his sore neck with his hand and frowned. Other than the grey sky filtered by his sunglasses, there was nothing else that entered his field of vision.

"Nothing!"

skinhead answered mysteriously, but he very quickly asked a question back: "What did you see?"

Wang Xiaoyu retracted his gaze, stared straight at skinhead, and said slowly: "I didn't see anything either!"

The skinhead was flustered and exasperated, he asked closely: "Since you didn't see anything, then what did you want me to see?"

Wang Xiaoyu laughed out loud, patted on skinhead's shoulder and said teasingly: "I'm sorry, I didn't let you see anything, I just wanted you to shut your stinky mouth!"

skinhead immediately reacted, he had actually been toyed with by Wang Xiaoyu before he knew it, and thus, he fiercely raised his black colored machete, and pressed it against Wang Xiaoyu's neck, and shouted angrily: "You're courting death!"