Chapter 65 The Biting Dog

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A dark shadow crossed the asphalt road and stopped in front of the main door of the tea shop.

Puffy, fluffy.

Zhao Tang pulled hard several times, but the rolling door in front of him never opened. Obviously, he had already been locked from the inside, and even made from the sound of pulling the rolling door, which made him distinguish that there were heavy things blocked inside.

"Hmm, be careful enough."

Zhao Tang sneered.

His sensitive sense of smell has been smelled. Someone in the store was awakened by the sound caused by pulling the rolling door. They were walking out of the depths of the tea shop in panic. The sweat glands of their bodies smelled sweat, and a message was clearly coming to him through the air.

Squeak, squeak.

Zhao Tang took a deep breath, tightened his fist, and his arm bones made a sound like fried beans. His right arm swelled unnaturally, his muscles bulged, and his sleeves were printed with ferocious blue veins.

"It's just a broken door!"

"I'm nothing to you now!"

Zhao Tang looked at his right arm, which was three or four times the size of an adult, with satisfaction. This force made him feel that nothing could stop him, and his heart gave rise to the feeling of mastering everything.

This feeling is very good, and it makes him want to moan!

He becomes a mutant after a genetic mutation. He can easily break through the limits of the human body and has a horrible body that surpasses the evolutionist, but the cost of breaking through the limit is not without...

With the passage of time, Zhao Tang will gradually lose his humanity until one day he degenerates into a bastard who thinks like a monster!!

-ho!

Zhao Tang shouted loudly, and his right arm grabbed the rolling door and suddenly raised it.

Suddenly, the shaft wheel made a sound of penetrating friction. The thin rolling door seemed to be opened effortlessly, and several containers blocking the way appeared in front of Zhao Tang.

As soon as he raised his foot and kicked, the adult-high container was kicked several meters away. After a bang, a lot of dust was raised.

Zhao Tang walked slowly into the tea shop, and his right arm had returned to its original state.

He glanced at him. In the dark environment, the tea cabinets around him fell to the ground, and there were many messy shoe prints on the floor, which could not hide the fact that there were people moving at all.

All of a sudden!

In the darkness, a knife flashed.

I saw a figure holding a fruit knife, rushing out of the dead corner of the store and stabbing Zhao Tang in the back.

In an hour, Zhao Tang avoided the stabbing on one side, then stepped back a few steps, opened the distance from the attacker, and his right fingernail suddenly became long and black, as sharp as an eagle's claw.

He pressed Hu Mingyao's arm, then twisted it and tore it out violently like a cloth.

Dangdang——

The fruit knife fell to the ground, and Hu Mingyao's face was so pale with pain. His knees knelt on the ground with strength, and his mouth made a sad scream, "Ah, ah..."

"Old man?"

Seeing the appearance of the visitor clearly, Zhao Tang was a little surprised.

But as soon as he glanced at Hu Mingyao's almost broken arm and the bleeding wound, before he could think about how to deal with it, a boy cried behind him.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Mingle opened the door and rushed out of the warehouse and came to Hu Mingyao desperately. He saw that his grandfather knelt down in the bloody water. His arms were bloody, and he could even see the deep white bones in his muscles.

A Le is cold all over, like a fallen ice cellar.

"Tut, it's really affectionate."

"Little bug, before I go in and find you out, you can't wait to come out and die."

"It's okay, save me effort."

Zhao Tang was indifferent and cruel, just like all this was not done by himself. He smiled brightly, and his white teeth were set off by his red lips, but it gave people a twisted feeling.

Hearing the words, Mingle's little face trembled with anger.

His tears still flowed uncontrollably, his whole body was cold, but his chest seemed to have something burning, and a force was constantly emerging from his heart.

"Ale, don't... don't, don't be afraid."

"To grandma... behind me, stay, I--"

Hu Mingyao's right arm was gradually numb, but his old face was as white as snow, and his left hand was softly raised. He wanted to pull his grandson behind him to protect him, but he couldn't exert any strength.

Grandpa...

He looked at Hu Mingyao's dark eyes. Mingle bit his lips with pain, but he didn't realize his face stained with tears. He knelt behind him and stared at Zhao Tang with hateful eyes.

Touching his thin and rickety back, a salty smell came from the tip of A Le's tongue, which made him realize that everything he had been born at this moment was real, not a so-called nightmare.

"You..."

Hu Mingyao shook his lips and wanted to bow his head to apologize, and he heard--

"Oh? No wonder I feel so familiar."

"It turns out that he looks exactly the same as the one surnamed Ming. Let me think... The woman that day seems to call him A Liang, right... This little boy should be the seed of "**"?"

Staring at Mingle's face, Zhao Tang suddenly realized and recalled the night two days ago.

Hu Mingyao's dark eyes suddenly brightened up!

It's like a light backlight. He also realized a certain truth because of Zhao Tang's words.

"Then the old man is the old man of that woman."

Zhao Tang looked down at Hu Mingyao's eyes. He noticed A Le's name for Hu Mingyao and grinned, but it gave people a poisonous cold feeling.

"You killed A Liang!!"

Hu Mingyao stared at Zhao Tang and said it word by word.

"Hmm--"

Zhao Tang sneered and his eyes swept over the grandparents and grandchildren, but he didn't care about them at all. For him, ordinary people were just dispensable bedbugs and cheap pigs.

In particular, he was reprimanded by the Dark Devil. He was extremely depressed. More importantly, A Le's face carved with his father reminded him of the shame of two days ago.

** (bright) Isn't it awesome?

In the case of being secretly attacked by the five of them and dealing with it hastily, they can still beat the five of them with one against five. If they have to protect the woman (Hu Yue'an), they may not even have a chance to escape in front of the bright.

Zhao Tang hates people who are better than him, especially making him run away like a bedbug and being chased away!

However, this distorted negative emotion is completely caused by the shame of the Imperial Hotel. No... Perhaps it should be said that it is the shadow of fear of Chen Qinghe.

Suddenly, at the moment when Zhao Tang was distracted--

"I'll kill you!!!"

Hu Mingyao rose up, looked ferocious, and rushed to Zhao Tang to fight with him.

At this moment, he seemed to be no longer old. When he was young, his hands were vigorous and fast, but this illusion only existed for a moment, and suddenly a fist hit him head-on.

Peng!

Zhao Tang hit Hu Mingyao's chest with his fist and punched him away.

"Grass!"

"Damn old bedbug--"

Zhao Tang raised his hand and touched it and found that there was saliva splashing wet his cheeks. He was furious and uncontrollably angry. He was lying by the door and walking towards Hu Mingyao, who was constantly vomiting blood.

Cough, cough.

Hu Mingyao vomited blood and looked up and saw Zhao Tang coming to him.

"Old bastard!"

"Dirty things, cheap play-in..."

Zhao Tang kicked Hu Mingyao with his feet, and the wet moment on his cheek reminded him that he had just been attacked and stained by a bedbug.

Thinking of this, he kicked more and more.

Peng- Peng- Peng.

The angry kicking sound echoed in the tea shop, but Zhao Tang completely ignored the existence of Mingle, and he didn't know when he couldn't hear the boy's sobs.

But it's true. He doesn't even pay attention to Hu Mingyao, an adult like him. What's more, he doesn't cry when he appears, tears on his face, and his hair doesn't grow up?

Mingle squatted down and silently picked up his grandfather's fruit knife from the blood.

His eyes were dull, as if something had died. He stared at the sharp blade in his hand, and then approached Zhao Tang silently. His fleshy little hand clenched the handle of the knife with blood.

He bit his lips, and the salty smell in his mouth stimulated his adrenal glands.

At this moment, A Le was tense all over. He came to less than a meter behind Zhao Tang. He suddenly raised his hand and stabbed Zhao Tang's back.

Woth!

Zhao Tang, who was venting, suddenly turned sideways at this time, but the corner of his clothes was still cut open, and the fruit knife seemed to leave a slight wound on his waist.

"Little bastard, look for death!"

The fire in Zhao Tang's heart was like a ignition, and he shook it with his backhand.

- With a crack, A Le was hit in the face by a huge force like a fly, and his body, like a broken kite, was hit into the container in the store at seven o'clock.

The container turned over, and the dust was everywhere.

For a while, A Le's life and death did not know.

"Old bastard, little bastard."

"Both of them are damn bedbugs, damn it!!!"

Zhao Tang stared at the buried container. He knew that the little boy had not died. He thought it was a task, but he didn't expect so many changes.

He walked slowly towards A Le, and then realized the local saying in his heart that the dog that doesn't bark will bite people.