Just when the slums were in a turmoil, Liu Fei returned to the slums from the hospital. The moment he entered the slums, an extremely uneasy feeling wrapped around his whole body.

What happened?

Liu Fei's muscles were tense and slowly moved on the Fallen Street. Countless pairs of eyes locked him. He didn't like this feeling of being monitored, like countless beasts lurking in the dark, trying to bite him and tear him apart.

The temptation of 200,000 Zhaoer coins is huge!

In the slums, not everyone has the far-sighted gaze of one-eyed Handser, especially those unorganized gangsters, who were excited by the 200,000 Zoll coins, but they did not know the crisis hidden behind the 200,000 Zoll coins.

Just as the one-eyed Handsay said: It’s terrible that it’s not cultured!

Xiaoyu, Anderson, and Ma Liu, three big words that are ignorant. The uneducated gangsters were squatting on Liu Fei's must-pass path with a hungry wolf. In their hands, there were three extremely primitive weapons that could be traced back to the age of the parent star: bricks, watermelon knife, and wooden stick.

"sudden"

The thin little fish spat a mouthful of green phlegm on the ground, and said angrily: "This guy hasn't appeared for two days. Has he escaped? Now more and more people know about it. I guess we can't make these 200,000 zhao coins."

"Little Fish, I always feel something is wrong." The person who spoke was Anderson, the strongest among the three people and the most advanced weapon, was holding a rusty watermelon knife.

"Yes, Xiaoyu, I feel this way, why do they keep looking at us?" Ma Liu swallowed and looked around. The gaze around him made him feel naked and unclothed.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoyu was the think tank among the three.

"Why didn't you see other people ambush Liu Fei? Could it be that the iron head is not dead?" Anderson was puzzled, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Ah... this, I'm ah, what about the iron head? I asked a few people who picked up scavengers. They said that the iron head had been dead for more than half a year. As for why no one took weapons... Maybe they were hiding well, or they looked down on the 200,000 Zoll coins." Xiaoyu was stunned. He had never thought about this problem. He subconsciously watched around. It was indeed what Anderson said. No one had a weapon in the entire Fallen Street, even if there was no brick. This was a bit different from the previous competition for rewards.

"But……"

"Okay, okay, wait ten minutes, if you don't come, you'll withdraw." Xiaoyu was a little impatient. Although he was the think tank of the three, in fact, he didn't like to think about things.

"Not ten minutes."

"Why?" Xiaoyu looked at Ma Liu in confusion.

"He is here." Maliu said a loud mouth as he fell on the fallen street.

"Ah...hahaha... The opportunity to get rich has arrived. The original plan! I will use the brick to attract his attention first. Ma Liu, please follow him and wait. After you knock it out, it will be easy. Anderson's watermelon knife is right. It doesn't matter if the left and right legs are not important. That one is convenient. Just chop that one..." Xiaoyu seemed to see 200,000 Zall coins coming over, with an excited look on his face and whispered.

"Oh..." Anderson looked at the watermelon knife in his hand, feeling a little uneasy. He was very suspicious about whether the knife could cut off a leg. However, Xiaoyu said there was no problem. The key is that the watermelon knife would not attract others' attention.

Anderson believed in Xiaoyu very much. Xiaoyu was the smartest among the three.

There were three gangsters squatting less than ten meters ahead. Although the three gangsters were squatting, their entire bodies showed a kind of accumulation of tension. Obviously, they were ready to attack.

At the same time, Liu Fei also saw a mottled brick in the hands of a gangster. Judging from the degree of weathering, the bricks should have a very dense texture.

According to countless cases, the human skull is irresistible to resist dense tiles. The denser the texture, the stronger the lethality.

Liu Fei stopped. From the beginning of entering the Fallen Street, he had not seen anyone take weapons. These sneaky gangsters were suspicious... The iron head told him not to underestimate anyone, any potential threats must be strangled in the bud.

The iron head is right. Liu Fei didn’t know that in human history, there were countless heroes who had capsized their gutters and were smashed under the bricks... Although Liu Fei didn’t know how many tragedies happened under the bricks, it was impossible for him to let history repeat itself because of the indoctrination of the iron head.

The more incomparable the weapon, the more deadly it is!

Why not leave?

Why not leave?

When Liu Fei stopped, Xiaoyu Anderson and Ma Liu looked at each other and were stunned. Now Liu Fei is still about ten meters away from them, so it is impossible for them to attack.

"Grandma, I can't care about that much anymore. Maliu, cover me up!"

The arrow is on the string and I have to fire it!

Xiaoyu was nervous in secret and suddenly shouted. The three of them immediately rushed forward, with wooden sticks leading the way, bricks following closely, and behind the Watermelon Knife Hall... Looking at the funny appearance of the three gangsters, the people around him couldn't help laughing.

Liu Fei didn't laugh.

Liu Fei's expression was so serious that it made people chill.

Just as Xiaoyu shouted, the moment the three of them stood up and rushed over, Liu Fei moved, and instead of retreating, his body rushed over like an arrow from a string. He caught the whistling wooden stick with one hand and dragged it backwards. Anderson lost control, and threw it on the ground with his mouth. In the lightning and flint that pounced on the ground, it was almost an instinct to support it with his hands, and the wooden stick let go... With a "huh" sound, the dense mottled bricks flew over the ears, and a sharp disguised action, Liu Fei passed the little fish.

Neither Ma Liu nor Xiaoyu were Liu Fei’s targets. The rusty watermelon knife was Liu Fei’s target, because it was the most threatening weapon.

At this time, Liu Fei had already added a wooden stick in his hand.

When his body flashed in front of Anderson, Liu Fei did not hesitate at all, his upper body tilted, and the wooden stick slammed down hard with the gravity of his body.

A "click" sound of a heart-pounding fracture, and then, with a "clang", the watermelon knife fell to the ground.

The wooden stick hit Anderson's arm, and the arm bone was directly broken.

The incident happened so quickly that people were still immersed in the funny actions of the three gangsters. Ma Liu had fallen to the ground and lost the wooden stick. Xiaoyu's ultimate weapon brick was also empty. Unarmed. In the end, the wooden stick had broken Anderson's arm, and the watermelon knife fell to the ground... All the movements were completed between breathing, and the flowing water did not stop at all. People's breathing suddenly became tense, as if an invisible net bound everyone's heart.

Things are not over.

Liu Fei bent down and picked up the rusty watermelon knife on the ground, with a hint of crazy cruelty on his face... A sharp murderous intent spread in the air, and the onlookers almost subconsciously took a few steps back and distanced himself from Liu Fei. At this time, Liu Fei was like a beast awakening in the abyss.

"Brush" the blood-stained watermelon knife slashed down.

"Ah..." A shrill scream rang out in the extremely quiet Fallen Street, and the rusty watermelon knife had already slashed Anderson's arm that had been broken by a wooden stick.

As soon as the knife fell, Liu Fei turned around and rushed towards the little fish that was still dazed. The watermelon knife waved it again and slashed it hard at Xiaoyu's head.

Blood splattered everywhere!

"Ah..." Xiaoyu rolled on the ground with his head in his arms, and the knife slashed from the top of his head to the bottom of his ear.

There is one left, Maliu.

"My mother..." Ma Liu shouted suddenly, hugging his head and running madly towards the outside of the Fallen Street. His legs were like motors. If Ma Liu could maintain this speed, it would not be a problem to break the human sprint record.

"Clang"

"Peng"

The blood-stained watermelon knife and wooden stick were thrown on the ground, and this weapon had no value to be confiscated.

Liu Fei did not chase after him. The soldering iron head said, "Don't chase the enemy if you lose."

Under dozens of eyes, Liu Fei strode away from the scene, and the entire Fallen Street became quiet. Only the screams of Xiaoyu and Anderson were heard.

Looking at the back that was stroking away, almost everyone onlookers felt a chill on their backs.

The soldering iron head is reborn!

The soldering iron head is resurrected!

On this young man, the ruthlessness of the soldering iron head was fully demonstrated, and he was the second soldering iron head.

The iron head, a terrible old man, a cruel iron head, a vengeful iron head... Of course, in the slums, not everyone is afraid of the iron head. Many people are just too lazy to care about the old man who picks up scatters.

A few dozen meters away from the scene, there was a towering mecha, which was three meters taller than Liu Fei's standard mecha, and fifteen meters tall. It looked like a majestic mountain standing in a slum.

All the equipment in the cockpit of the mecha was cleared, the decoration of the logs looked very delicate, and the ground was covered with thick camel velvet carpets. It was hard to imagine that there was such a luxurious place in this slum.

"It is worthy of being the adopted son of the soldering iron head." A middle-aged man in a white robe sat comfortably by the porthole. At this position, you can clearly see the position where the three gangsters ambushed Liu Fei just now.

"Boss, why are many people afraid of iron heads?" asked a big man in a strong body and a black shirt in confusion.

"I don't know much about this...but what I know is that the enemies who offended the ironhead are dead, and the ironhead is still alive." The middle-aged man in a white robe said lightly.

"It's just an old man who picks up trash, so naturally the boss won't bother with him." The big man said slapped.

"Haha, Brother Jiu, you know!"

"Group Jiu has a grudge against the soldering iron head?" The man's face suddenly changed. Group Jiu was the emperor of the slums. In the slums, all the residents of Group were Group Jiu's people, including the boss wearing white robes.

"It's not considered a grudge. Many years ago, the soldering iron head knocked off all the teeth of Brother Jiu's son, and no one left."

"Brother Jiu's son..." The man felt that his back seemed to be whizzing cold wind, and inexplicably remembered Brother Jiu's calm and fierce face.

"Yes, Brother Jiu's son, but, strictly speaking, it was knocked by the five-year-old son of the soldering iron head, and the soldering iron head just grabbed Brother Jiu's son."

“…Five years old…”

"They have all grown up. The boy who knocked on the teeth of Brother Ninth Brother's son was the one who used an iron hammer."

"It's really amazing. You dare to knock someone else's teeth at the age of five."

"Do you know why the soldering iron head is going to deal with Brother Jiu's son?"

"The boss made it clear."

"Because, Brother Jiu's son punched a tooth of the boy just now."

"Ah..." The big man was stunned. He thought it was a deep hatred. It turned out that it was just a grudge between children. Isn't that iron head too unreasonable?

"Haha, the reason is not important. What's important is that the iron tip is still alive and lives until he died of illness and death half a year ago. Please note that he is sick and death."

"..." The man was silent for a moment. He felt the terribleness of the soldering iron head. In fact, he had never paid attention to this terrible old man.

"Now, the iron head is dead. No matter how powerful he is, he is dead. Death is like a lamp extinguished!" A sinister smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in white robe.

"What does the boss mean?" The big man's eyes lit up.

"I'm boring. Just watch the fire from the other side of the river. If Brother Jiu can't hold back, wouldn't we have a chance?"

"The boss is indeed famous!" A hint of admiration appeared on the big man's face.

In the slums, undercurrents were surging, and all kinds of forces were watching, and everyone's eyes were on Liu Fei, and Liu Fei was still unaware of it.

Everything in the house is as old as before, and no one enters it.
To be continued...