Mikami Eri, completely without any airs, seed nothing like the noble Princess Yukihi of Dayao.
"Let’s go together!"
Xia Hongyao still wanted to act together.
"That would be too conspicuous!"
Gu Qingqiu shook his head; at tis like this, it’s better to keep a low profile.
"Then I’ll set off!"
Kim Myungjin had just taken a few steps when Lin Baici activated Lightning Flint and rushed over.
"Be careful!"
Lin Baici reached out and grabbed the Goryeo girl, pulling her to his side.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seven or eight flower pots fell, shattering on the ground.
Everyone was on high alert, imdiately looking up.
It was a wild cat, darting around, jumping onto the seventh floor balcony, knocking over a row of flower pots.
"God Lin, your reflexes are so quick!"
Pan Junjie complinted, but inside, he was startled.
Lin Baici had so many powerful Divine Graces; thinking of killing him was sheer folly.
"In this rule pollution, bad luck can strike at any mont, it’s better if we act together!"
Xia Hongyao was worried; she didn’t want to lose any of her companions.
Gu Qingqiu didn’t insist anymore. If it hadn’t been for Lin Baici’s quick reaction just now, even if Kim Myungjin didn’t die, she would have been smashed into a vegetative state.
As they were leaving, just a few ters from exiting the alley, a police car with sirens passed by. A few seconds later, it reversed back, blocking their path.
Two policen in dark blue uniforms got out, not even bothering to close the door, imdiately drawing their guns, aiming at Lin Baici and his group.
The sowhat chubby policeman spat out a string of English words.
"What did he say?"
Soone with poor English didn’t understand.
"He said to raise our hands and face the left wall, line up!"
Pan Junjie translated.
"What the hell, why? I didn’t break any law!"
Li Yintong was displeased.
The chubby policeman looked serious, warning them again, and his finger was pressing on the trigger, obviously ready to shoot at any ti.
The other policeman was holding a walkie-talkie, calling for backup!
These people seed out of place in this city, likely smuggled in.
"Everyone, bear it, let them check, just go through the motions and we’ll be out of here!"
Pan Junjie persuaded everyone, he walked to the wall, stood facing it, raised his hands, placing them on the wall: "Or else, if we provoke them, we’ll be wanted throughout the city!"
This country’s police are not to be ssed with; they’ll empty their magazines at any mont.
The chubby policeman, experienced, saw everyone looking at Lin Baici, knew he was the leader, so he aid his gun at him.
"Hands on your head, get down!"
The chubby policeman shouted.
More sirens quickly approached from afar, it seed reinforcents were arriving.
"God Lin!"
Pan Junjie shouted, with so impatience and resentnt in his voice.
Another police car arrived, stopped at the alley’s entrance, and two policen got out, carrying assault rifles.
With more people and colleagues with heavy firearms, the chubby policeman gained confidence, shouting at Lin Baici and even approached, intending to handcuff him.
But the next second, he stopped in his tracks because behind that young man from the Nine Provinces, suddenly appeared a massive Buddha statue.
The Buddha’s face was ancient, commanding respect without anger.
In the alley, a fine rain began to drift, falling on the policen.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Flas imdiately ignited on their heads.
The Buddha lowered its head and blew gently.
Floating Night Rain, Wild Buddha blowing a lamp!
Whoosh!
At the mont the flas on their heads extinguished, they died instantly, collapsing to the ground, ’dropping dead asleep’!
"God Lin!"
Pan Junjie spoke accusatorily, killing these small fry NPCs was aningless?
Lin Baici turned back, glanced at Pan Junjie.
Under Lin Baici’s cold gaze, Pan Junjie’s heart skipped a beat, and he dared not speak the rest of his sentence.
Lin Baici stepped over the bodies, leaving the alley.
"There was just a free-for-all here, it’ll definitely attract a lot of police, I suggest we imdiately take the subway to move!"
Mikami Eri’s suggestions were always precise and tily.
"Go!"
That’s what Lin Baici thought as well.
"I saw a subway entrance before!"
Hua Yue Yu raised her hand.
Everyone turned back, and three hundred ters later, they saw a subway entrance and went in imdiately.
Sitting on a dilapidated escalator going down, a stench of urine filled their noses.
The subway station was filthy and dimly lit, with a few holess people sleeping on newspapers.
Obviously, they didn’t buy tickets; they just jumped over the turnstile and went in to wait.
Two minutes later, a subway train arrived.
Their goal was to relocate quickly, so they didn’t care about the destination and got on.
Inside the carriage, there weren’t many passengers.
They found seats and sat down.
Soon, the subway started moving.
Rumble, rumble!
Lin Baici’s body swayed slightly with the movent of the train.
"God Lin, what do you think is the ’Taboo Things’ that triggered this rule pollution?"
Su Tie asked, trying to gather so information.
He had no clue right now.
"Even a city has appeared, such a large scale, it’s likely ’God’s bones’!"
Xia Hongyao analyzed.
Everyone discussed, speculating on every possibility.
On the other side of the carriage, a man dressed like a classic circus ’clown’ entered the carriage.
He wore a colorful checkered suit, loose suspenders below, his face painted white, a green wig, and a red nose.
He had a one-ter-long, half-ter-wide billboard hanging on his chest, handing out tickets while walking through the carriage.
Just like those people wearing mascot costus in front of a Mixue Bingcheng tea shop to attract custors.
At first, everyone paid attention, but when they saw he was handing out tickets for a cody show, they lost interest.
The clown man walked up to Kim Myungjin and said a few words.
Kim Myungjin waved his hand, refusing, acting cold.
The clown man then approached Li Yintong.
"Different culture, I don’t understand your cody shows!"
Li Yintong shrugged.
When the clown man approached Gu Qingqiu, she directly reached out: "Give ten tickets, Eri-chan, pay up!"
San Miyairi rolled her eyes, but still took out a stack of US dollars and threw it to the clown man.
The clown man bowed, quickly pulled out a handful of tickets from his pocket, and handed them over.
"Aren’t you afraid there’s pollution on this thing?"
San Miyairi said, but in reality, she also planned to take so tickets, just in case.
She pulled out a few herself, went over to give them to Lin Baici and the others, and tossed the rest to Pan Junjie.
Pan Junjie wasn’t in the mood to serve others, so he kept two and threw the rest to Su Tie sitting next to him.
Su Tie took one, and it felt sticky, like it had so snot-like substance on it.
"FUCK!"
Disgusting!
Su Tie cursed, threw the ticket away, and casually tossed the rest on an empty seat next to him: "Whoever wants them can take them!"
The clown man, who was leaving the carriage, saw this, turned back, squatted down, and picked up the tickets Su Tie had thrown away.
"Are you handing out snot-covered tickets to custors?"
Su Tie cursed: "If I were your boss, I’d definitely fire you!"
The term ’fire’ greatly stimulated the clown man; upon hearing it, his hands trembled a bit, and he took out a bottle of pills from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and swallowed a few.
"Damn, you have depression too?"
Su Tie was displeased, initially wanted to tell him to get lost, but restrained himself in the end.
In God’s ruins, it’s best to stay cautious.
After taking the dicine, the clown man handed the ticket that Su Tie had thrown back to him.
"Are you crazy?"
Su Tie cursed, really wanting to kill this clown, but held back: "This one’s dirty, give another one!"
Ah!
If only I were as strong as God Lin, I could kill whoever I wanted, why endure this?
After all is said and done, Su Tie was still worried that a reckless move might trigger rule pollution.
The clown man reached into the right pocket of his suit, and everyone thought he was taking out a ticket, but the next second...
BANG!
A gunshot!
A bullet hole appeared on Su Tie’s forehead, his expression frozen in the mont of irritation.
"FUCK!"
Pan Junjie, sitting next to him, was taken aback and didn’t retaliate. Instead, he quickly distanced himself from the clown man, moved away first.
"Damn it, another one dead?"
Li Yintong jumped up, ready to fight!
The clown man’s right hand erged, holding a revolver, aiming at Kim Myungjin.
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