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Chapter 15

Among the crowd watching, people were squeezed away with a shout.

More than a dozen young people rushed in, each carrying a sense of evil spirit.

"Brother Peng."

The yelling in unison, coupled with the steel pipes held by the dozen young men, some timid owners and workers were so scared that they left quickly and did not dare to be a geek here.

…………

Zhang Depeng, who had taken a few steps back, stopped.

"Pooh!"

He spat hard, but Zhang Depeng laughed fiercely in the face of the zombie uncle who was striding hard.

It is impossible to monopolize such a large community with only a few younger brothers. Does the other party think that he only has such a few people? It's so naive.

Nowadays, fighting is not necessarily ruthless, but the real ruthless are young people.

Young, passionate, impulsive, doing things without thinking about the consequences. Such people are the most terrifying.

These young people do not get married and have children, and everything is about being free. As long as they have money, it is extremely common to let them fight. Compared to subordinates who have family members, these young people are his support of Zhang Depeng.

Seeing his subordinates arrive, Zhang Depeng rose into the sky with aura.

Lu Chuan narrowed his eyes, but he made the zombie uncle stop in the dark, and Guo Zheng and the others also let go.

More than a dozen young people surrounded Lu Chuan and the others without Zhang Depeng's instructions.

"Beat him to death and dare to act wild here."

"This kid is cool enough to beat him."

"He is looking for death if he dares to bully Brother Peng."

"This old birthday boy is hanging himself."

The young people all had an angry look on their faces, and their arms holding steel pipes were waving. With the courage of many people, they actually looked eager to try.

"Arrogant, why aren't you arrogant?"

Zhang Depeng, who thought he was sure to win, walked to Lu Chuan.

The zombie uncle stood in front of Zhang Depeng and took out a fruit knife from his pocket expressionlessly.

Zhang Depeng's face changed, he subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at the zombie uncle.

When more than a dozen young people saw the knife, they were even more excited. They were using long steel pipes and were afraid of each other's small fruit knife? They were not afraid of making things worse. Only in this way can they be stimulated and appear to be their hero.

The zombie uncle ignored Zhang Depeng's retreating action and held the fruit knife, but hesitated to stab him in his thigh without hesitation.

"Grass!"

Zhang Depeng and more than a dozen young men almost all had their eyes wide open.

Damn, is the other party self-injury?

The power of the zombie uncle, its straight thinking, has no flexibility, and has 100% implemented Lu Chuan's instructions. This knife is also 100% powerful. The consequence is that this 20-centimeter fruit knife is directly inserted into the hilt of the knife.

The zombie uncle's thigh was directly penetrated, revealing the tip of the knife.

The melon-eating crowd composed of owners and workers, their eyes were also glaring out. They opened their mouths and stared at the knife blankly.

How cruel is it to do this through the thigh?

But...

The zombie uncle still had no expression on his face as before, cold and old-fashioned and extremely cold.

It's like...it's like the one that was stabbed is not your own thigh, but someone else's thigh.

Before everyone could come to their senses, the zombie uncle used his arm to push out the fruit knife, bringing up a gushing blood, making the place bloody and hideous, making the heart chill.

"Guru..."

Some timid people couldn't help swallowing, which was really horrible.

"puff!"

Before they could react, the knife rose and fell again. The zombie uncle stabbed it into another thigh, and he also directly penetrated the thigh.

"My God!"

No matter how fierce a person is, he dare not say he is cruel when he sees the zombie uncle's actions.

This kind of self-harm is not a ruthless person and cannot be played with at all.

My sister, this is my own thigh. I just start to do it, and I just don’t let go of my left and right legs. No matter where I put this ruthlessness, I am the best person, and I am absolutely ruthless.

If you go against this kind of cruel person, who doesn’t feel cold in your heart?

Judging from the other party's sick look, it is possible to die from blood loss and shock.

Zhang Depeng was frightened and looked at the fruit knife that penetrated his thighs in horror.

In contrast to this, the expression of the zombie uncle is nothing like before. The coldness seems to be his thighs not his own. This severe pain didn't even hum.

The strong contrast gives Zhang Depeng a sense of fear.

This kind of ruthless person is so cruel to himself, but he will only be even more cruel to his enemies.

More than a dozen young men who were fearless before, completely closed their mouths and did not dare to breathe. The steel pipes that were still rising just now hunched down one by one.

In front of this kind of cruel person, they felt that their courage was trembling.

If there is a real conflict, he dares to kill such a cruel person.

No one wants to die.

Looking at the blood all over the ground, things seemed to be getting a little big.

The zombie uncle pulled out the fruit knife again and held it in his hand. The empty eyes without any emotion flashed across Zhang Depeng's body, and the chill that brought Zhang Depeng to shivered.

It seems that this man can use a fruit knife to slash him on the body at any time.

Not just the zombie uncle, that little brat, the old man... he looked exactly the same.

"No, these are also cruel people, right?"

Zhang Depeng was scared. Who would have thought of a supervisor of a small decoration company, so awesome, that he could just bring so many ruthless people to come?

The face was constantly gloomy and Zhang Depeng gritted his teeth: "Let's go."

Zhang Depeng saw that an owner had taken photos and some called him, but he was afraid he had called the police.

It’s good that the other party is self-harm, but when the police come, they can’t get rid of it even if they pursue it.

A group of people left in shame.

Looking at the other party leaving, Lu Chuan showed a meaningful smile.

…………

Lu Chuan planned all this as early as when he created the zombies.

Zombies have names and surnames, and are also human-shaped.

But zombies have no identity and no household registration. To put it bluntly, they are black households and black people. From the beginning, Lu Chuan didn’t plan to force them. If the police come, how can the zombie uncle solve the identity problem?

Deterrence became Lu Chuan's means.

The zombie uncle and his zombie identity and the special existence of the immortal body are Lu Chuan's way of deterring him.

If you can't hurt someone, then just hurt it. Anyway, the zombie uncle can even stab the heart a few times, and stabbing the thigh a few times can only be said to be a piece of cake.

Lu Chuan tried the zombie uncle on the bus, but he didn't even have a drop of blood.

On the bus, it can also be said to be magic.

But to intimidate Zhang Depeng and his group, they said that magic must not work and realistic effects are needed.

Before arriving at the community, Lu Chuan had already packed two bags of red ink in plastic bags, tied them to the zombie uncle's thighs. He was covered with pants. After the knife, the bag broke and "blood" naturally gushed out.

The realistic effect, coupled with the zombie uncle's ruthless force that penetrates his thighs, Lu Chuan gave him 100 points.

Seeing the zombie uncle's actions, even Lu Chuan, the insider, was jumping hard, not to mention others.

As soon as Zhang Depeng left, Lu Chuan said, "It's gone."

Without staying here for a long time, Lu Chuan took the zombie uncles to the elevator and left this place of failure.

The zombie uncle who was extremely cruel just now, without any abnormality, held the fruit knife and strode away. Seeing how it was walking, was it the person who had just stabbed his thigh twice?

The owners and workers who had not yet dispersed had their eyes wide open when they saw this scene.
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