C25

Wang Xiaoyu was extremely shocked, he never thought that his speed would be so fast.

One had to know that when the West Street faced off against the Eighteen Shoppers, Brother Nan and the mercenary Atai, his power had been maintained for nearly three hours without weakening. It was precisely because of this that allowed him to act cool for a good while.

However, the situation in front of him was beyond his expectations. His right fist, which should have blown the man's head off, slipped away weakly like a deflated balloon the moment it touched his scalp.

Under this inertia from sudden exhaustion, his body staggered and fell to the side.

"What the f * ck!"

"Damned fat cat, what's going on!?"

Wang Xiaoyu managed to stabilize his body, and only felt cold sweat trickling down his face. A sense of weakness caused his entire body to be engulfed, while he supported himself on the wall and fiercely kicked for breath, he also stared at the man vigilantly.

With his current weak condition, he clearly wasn't that person's opponent.

"I'll take a peek, harlot, my Demonic Lord's soul is heavily injured, plus I'm using too much demonic energy, which is why I can only help you up till here!"

As if he had received a great injury, Fat Cat Demon Sovereign's somewhat weak voice reached Wang Xiaoyu's mind. That voice was intermittent, and became softer and softer as he spoke. In the end, if it wasn't for Wang Xiaoyu focusing and listening, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear the last few words.

"Fuck, aren't you Demonic Lord? "Why are they so delicious!"

Wang Xiaoyu tried his best to calm himself down, and tried to stay calm. Although he did not understand the words Fat Cat Demon Sovereign said about his soul being damaged, or how overloaded he was, but he understood it now, and it seemed that Demonic Lord would not be able to borrow any Spirit Qi in a short amount of time.

Fortunately, the man squatting at the corner didn't notice Wang Xiaoyu's abnormality. He seemed to have been scared out of his wits by Wang Xiaoyu's valiant massacre, and was still trembling in the corner.

"With just a glance, you actually dare to say I'm a vegetable? Hsiao Nian, let me tell you, if it wasn't for me …" "Wait a minute, harpy. Get out of the way, there's danger!"

Although Fat Cat Demon Sovereign was very weak, Wang Xiaoyu's words seemed to arouse his subconscious displeasure, so even though his voice was as loud as a mosquito, he still nearly shouted out hysterically.

However, he had only spoken half of his sentence when he suddenly raised his voice. An intense feeling of unease instantly caused his words, which had suddenly increased in volume, to become somewhat trembling and flustered.

"This is bad!"

Fat Cat Demon Sovereign's high decibels reminded him, causing Wang Xiaoyu's blank mind to explode like thunder. An extremely strong sense of palpitation instantly swept across his entire body like electricity.

All the muscles in his body were awakened by his subconscious, and after struggling free of that feeling of weakness, he subconsciously fell to his right.

The moment he fell to the ground, a bullet that was at least 0.5 centimeters long shot out from where he had been standing. It tore through the air and brought with it the wind of death.

"Bam!"

The bullet deeply embedded itself into the broken wall, followed by the clear sound of a gun firing.

Wang Xiaoyu who was on the right side immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He understood clearly, if not for Fat Cat Demon Sovereign's timely reminder, he would have definitely been penetrated by the bullet and lost his life.

Forcefully suppressing the throbbing of his heart, he gritted his teeth. The threat of death had made his body abnormally sensitive. At this moment, he finally understood the saying: "Even a dog would jump over a wall if they were anxious!"

Of course, he didn't think of himself as a dog, nor would he jump over a wall!

Under the threat of death, his taut muscles and Divine level body caused him to quickly search for a shelter not far away. The shelter, which originally had been a shelf that shelved cute rations, now turned into a slope of 60 degrees before collapsing onto the ground.

It just so happened that this perfectly slanted plane could block his body!

"Bang, bang!"

Another two shots followed, Wang Xiaoyu instinctively rolled towards the shelves, and immediately, two small holes were shot out where he was originally at, revealing a white, mixed mud section inside.

"F * ck you, come out, come out for laozi!"

"Bang bang!"

An angry and wild male voice howled at Wang Xiaoyu's hiding spot like a mad wolfdog.

While he was howling, he raised his black gun and closed in on Wang Xiaoyu step by step. He almost howled out twice and shot towards Wang Xiaoyu.

Using the cracks of the shelves, Wang Xiaoyu turned to look at the man, only to see that he was covered in blood, his entire body covered in broken and dirty black clothes, a bald man with a bloody face and familiar voice, all of them indicating that he was skinhead.

"Eh? "How come this person isn't dead yet?"

Wang Xiaoyu muttered in his heart, judging from the position of the skinhead, he should have crawled out from the pile of corpses.

Through his scattered memories, Wang Xiaoyu remembered that when he was killing them earlier, skinhead had always been hiding beside his little brothers, so he should have been the one who killed them until the end.

"I didn't expect him to have a gun!"

Wang Xiaoyu was speechless, he originally thought that he made a mistake and did not kill the person at the corner, but who knew that there would still be a skinhead who managed to survive, and even took out a gun to force him to become a turtle.

Thinking about it, Wang Xiaoyu felt depressed, so he asked: "fat cat, when can you recover? From the looks of it, I guess I can't hold on for long!"

"Let me take a sip! I should be able to recover some!"

Fat Cat Demon Sovereign replied weakly.

"Eh …"

Let him take a sip?

After Wang Xiaoyu heard this, he quickly calmed himself down.

What kind of joke was this?

Right now, he was as weak as a deflated balloon. If not for that strong will to survive, he would have closed his eyes and fallen asleep by now.

Wang Xiaoyu was sure that Fat Cat Demon Sovereign would definitely suck him in one breath. If it was like that, he would definitely be passed out.

However, the situation in front of him... Wang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and made up his mind. If worst comes to worst, he could just die and let Fat Cat Demon Sovereign suck on it, maybe there would still be some leeway to escape. He might even come back alive from the muzzle of the gun, if he didn't absorb it, both he and Fat Cat Demon Sovereign would die.

Wang Xiaoyu glanced at skinhead who was less than three meters away from him. Let alone the fact that the other party was holding a ranged killing weapon, even if the other party was barehanded, it was not something that Wang Xiaoyu could withstand right now.

"Come, fat cat, let us live through this!"