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When the little brother saw that the skinhead had said all this, even if he was still reluctant to let go of this little girl, he had no choice but to go with the plan.

He moved closer to the Female cashier, a trace of pity and pity flashed in his eyes, but in an instant, it was engulfed by his killing intent and ruthlessness.

"May you rest in heaven, Harry!"

Like a devout Christian, this little brother first drew a cross on his forehead and chest with his forefinger, and then recited the scripture of the dead at peace.

After doing all that, his eyes turned cold. Raising the black machete with his right hand, he aimed at the Female cashier's delicate neck and slashed across.

Even when the black blade was raised to her neck, this Female cashier still had not woken up from her coma. It was as if she wanted to die in her sleep.

Just as his little brother was about to chop off the neck of that innocent youth, the sound of two overlapping voices rang out at the same time.

"Clang!"

"Stop!"

Before the last syllable of the word had completely disappeared, skinhead and the rest of his brothers heard a crisp metallic hum, and all of them stared fixedly in the direction of Female cashier with their eyes wide open.

"This... "This …"

They saw the Female cashier that should have been killed lying quietly on the ground. There was no blood flowing out, no life to be reaped.

Her even and light breathing made her slightly full chest move up and down in a rhythmic manner. If this was a normal situation, skinhead and the rest would definitely pounce on this woman like hungry wolves.

Mad and anxious, he tore her apart and ruthlessly crushed her.

About three meters away from her, a man with black hair sat on the ground. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open. His vulgar face was twisted into an incredulous expression.

In front of him, there was a black machete in his hand. However, the surface of the machete was covered with cracks.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak …"

Suddenly, the surface of the blade covered in cracks began to emit creaking sounds.

With a sound, the man who held it felt an invisible force coming from the blade, causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably.

"Bam!"

The cracks on the black cleaver blade suddenly exploded. Dozens of black knife blade fragments seemed to be infused with God Power as they shot out in all directions with an extremely strong impact.

The first to fall was the man on the ground.

At least ten shattered blades hit various parts of his body, a huge force gushed out from his body. He didn't even have the time to scream before his entire body was drained and his mind was blank. He was about to die.

The pitiful guy had not closed his eyes even when he was completely out of breath. It was obvious that he did not understand why when he was about to send the Female cashier to the west with his blade, a powerful strike would suddenly appear and hit his machete, causing him to sit on the ground three meters away, shattering his weapon completely and reaping his life.

"Who is it?"

skinhead screamed at the surroundings, the shattered blade pieces immediately took his five little brothers away. Now, everyone squeezed towards him and huddled together, all of them nervously looking at their surroundings.

Very quickly, their gazes landed on Wang Xiaoyu who was leaning on the front of a Hummer.

"Don't look at me, I didn't do it!"

Wang Xiaoyu put his hands in his pockets, leaning on the Hummer, his chin raised up, as though it had nothing to do with him.

"Fuck, who else could it be other than you?"

Pointing his blade at the skinhead, he placed the hat on his head. However, the hat evidently got the approval of everyone, and amongst the people present, other than the Female cashier and them, there was only Wang Xiaoyu.

Besides, this person had insulted them time and time again. Although he didn't know how he managed to escape from the hands of his two fat brothers, he was obviously tired of living for daring to openly fight against more than twenty of them.

"Kill him!"

skinhead had already lost his mind from the sudden death of his subordinates. He did not want to think about anything else, all he wanted to do right now was to chop this kid who was pretending to be handsome into eight pieces.

Thus, he turned around and ordered the lackey who spoke first.

After the little brother received the order, he immediately raised his blade and rushed towards Wang Xiaoyu. His running speed and crazy demeanour made him look like a mad dog that had broken free from its ropes.

"I told you, I didn't do it!"

Wang Xiaoyu sighed from the bottom of his heart, he then shook his head and slowly took his right hand out from his pocket!

One step forward, slightly squatting into a horse stance, very slowly, very steadily forward.

"Hmph, let's see if your fist is stronger than my black blade!"

"Go to hell!"

The little brother that rushed over saw that Wang Xiaoyu actually wanted to use his fist to stop him, and could not help but sneer from the bottom of his heart.

He hastened his steps, and when he was less than two meters away from Wang Xiaoyu, he stepped on the ground heavily, causing his body to rise half a meter into the air.

At the same time, he held the blade with both hands and raised it above his head. Borrowing the force of his raised body, he used his simple and crude move to slash at Wang Xiaoyu's head.

"Clown!"

Wang Xiaoyu bellowed, his right hand clenching into a fist, he raised it horizontally above his head.

"You're courting death!"

"Clang!"

The expression on his little brother's face drastically changed. He felt as if his extra destructive force had struck a piece of steel, and the huge impact caused the black blade to fiercely shatter. The formidable power was like a myriad of electric currents that flowed through his entire body.

Numb!

Trembling!

"AHH!"

The huge pain from the numbness engulfed his entire body, sweeping through his limbs and bones, all the way to his brain. Before he could even cry out a second painful cry, Wang Xiaoyu's fist had ruthlessly smashed onto his chest.

"Crack!"

In the final moment of his little brother's life, he felt as if countless of his sternum had been broken, and a large amount of salty, wet blood suddenly rushed from his heart to his throat as if it had been pumped out by a pump.

"Puchi!"

As his body was pushed several meters away by a powerful force, his little brother spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky. From then on, only the Shura Blood Domain was left in his eyes.

Once again, the entire audience quieted down. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

This... This... skinhead and his group of friends were shocked. What was going on? They couldn't even react to it! What was wrong with this world?

Even to the point of turning their black machetes into scrap iron with a single punch?

"I told you, I didn't do it!"