Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

Chapter 104 My Clothes

Two Qi Refining Realm experts and three Dirty Refining Realm experts were fighting Chen Yi, who was only at the Bone Forging Realm.

It's like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito; the output is seriously excessive.

Even if Chen Yi had wings, he couldn't escape.

However, under such circumstances, Wang Ping actually suggested that the gunman should fire a shot from the shadows first.

Use bullets to wear down Chen Yi.

This level of caution is truly baffling.

"With two gentlemen here, asking for ordinary gunmen would be disrespectful to you. You probably wouldn't agree to that."

Dori thought to himself, looking at Luo Fu and Yuan An.

Unexpectedly, the two nodded and said, "Okay."

Yuan An: "That Chen Yi is the incarnation of the demon Mara. The demon's methods are unpredictable, so it's never too much to be careful."

Luo Fu said, "This is a demon in human form, possessed by a devil from hell. We must not let our guard down for the slightest."

The two spoke at the same time.

After speaking, he looked at the other person with some surprise.

I didn't expect everyone to have similar opinions.

For a moment, I felt as if I had met a kindred spirit.

"Lord Ralph, after we've killed that demon, why don't we have a discussion about the Dao?"

"It is my honor to be invited by Venerable Master Yuan'an."

The two chatted for a few minutes and agreed to meet again later.

Then they headed toward the dock.

Doli and the other two quickly followed.

Only Wang Ping remained in the office.

He glanced at the night view outside the window and felt a sense of comfort.

After thinking for a moment, he called out, "Someone come here."

Immediately, someone rushed in: "What are your orders, Lord Wang?"

"Go to the newspaper office and tell them to send a reporter to the dock later to take pictures of what's happening there. I need to work overtime tonight so I can publish the relevant newspaper tomorrow."

"Yes, Lord Wang." The man quickly went out to carry out his duties.

Wang Ping sat back on the sofa, lit a cigar, took a puff, and said comfortably, "If you like fighting and killing, and you like printing newspapers, then you can't complain if someone beats you to death in the street and it gets printed in the newspaper."

He couldn't wait to go tomorrow and see the news reports.

For him, this was far more interesting than any of the most popular dancers in a nightclub.

pier.

The sea surface rippled in the wind, appearing like a wrinkled piece of silver under the moonlight.

Chen Yi stood with his back to the dock street, quietly watching the scene on the sea, waiting for something.

After a period of waiting.

Da da da da.

A series of footsteps came from behind.

You could tell there were more than thirty people just by their footsteps.

"So many people."

Chen Yi had assumed that a few strong fighters from the fighting association would arrive, but he hadn't expected their footsteps to be so numerous.

He straightened his suit, smoothing out some wrinkles at the hem.

Considering that he might damage his clothes if he tried to do it himself, he wore a relatively inexpensive suit tonight, one that cost a few hundred dollars.

Of course, it's one of the items in Luo Ping's wardrobe.

It's impossible for him to spend money to buy it himself.

The only suits he ever received were gifts from the clothing store owner.

"I've been at the dock for so long, and I haven't seen a single person from a clothing store come to deliver clothes to me," Chen Yi muttered to himself.

I think those clothing store owners are a bit clueless.

However, shops selling suits and men's clothing are mostly frequented by respectable people, and even the worst shops are located in the former concessions.

It's quite normal that he wouldn't cooperate with a bigwig from a dock gang.

"As long as I finish the fight quickly enough and take care of my opponent in a few moves, I don't think I'll damage my clothes."

Even a few hundred dollars is money, and he cherishes this piece of clothing just as much.

Chen Yi straightened his clothes, turned around, and wanted to see which powerful figures from the Fighting Association had come.

Whether adjusting his clothes or turning around, Chen Yi showed no panic because of the Fighting Association.

Every gesture he made exuded the confidence of a martial arts master.

Turn around and look ahead.

Then he saw more than twenty dark, gaping gun barrels.

One row of people were squatting, and another row was standing, with guns pointed directly at him.

Chen Yi's lips twitched slightly.

In a martial arts duel, he doesn't care about having more or fewer opponents.

But why are there still people playing with guns?

Of course, he wasn't afraid of guns.

Resistance 10 here, his skin could block bullets.

What he fears is...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

After Chen Yi turned around, the gunmen pulled the triggers, and the gunfire illuminated the darkness.

Amidst the gunfire, Chen Yi's voice echoed.

"Damn it, my clothes!"

The shooting lasted for several minutes.

They only stopped when the barrel overheated.

The direction Chen Yi was heading was covered in dust.

That was dust kicked up by bullets hitting the stone brick floor.

"I'm afraid Chen Yi will be killed before we even have to lift a finger," Dori said, looking at the direction where the dust was rising.

Even though these fighters at the seventh level can react to bullets instinctively, with enough practice they will still get shot repeatedly.

Only someone with a ninth-dan martial arts skill could withstand a bullet.

They are protected by divine power.

In Da Xuan's words, it's called the Gang Qi Realm, the protective Gang Qi.

With such a dense barrage of bullets and no obstacles around to take cover, the situation was dire.

Did you see Chen Yi run out?

I hope I won't get killed outright.

Dori thought to himself.

However, they did not act rashly, after all, both of you have said that the other party is some kind of demon, Mara.

"Don't come any closer. Reload your guns and prepare for the second round of shooting," Dori commanded the gunman.

At the same time, he kept a close eye on the smoke.

The wind was strong at the dock, and the smoke was quickly blown away to leave only a thin mist.

A human silhouette appears.

The other person remained standing, neither dodging nor falling despite the gunfire.

"Are you alright?"

Doli thought to himself, "He really is a devil. He's different from ordinary people. He's still alive."

He raised his hand and said, "Second round of shooting."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The trigger was pulled, and a second round of shots hit the thin mist, immediately sending up another thick cloud of smoke.

This time, before the shooting had even ended, something flew out of the smoke and dust.

clap clap.

The thing made a sound, like someone cracking a whip in the air.

After the object flew out of the dust, the gunmen were able to see what it was.

Stones.

And it's a very fast-moving stone.

By the time they could see the stone clearly, it was already in front of them and had hit them.

Generally speaking, if a stone hits you, it will either cause a large bump, or in more severe cases, a head injury with blood, or even a broken bone.

That's all.

However, the stones flying out of the smoke and dust looked like solid cannonballs.

The gunman's body offered no resistance to the stone; the spot where it struck was ripped away, leaving a gap, and the stone continued flying backward.

A stone hit his arm, resulting in the loss of his hand.

It hit my chest, leaving a hole that went right through me.

Those that hit the head had half their skulls sliced ​​off.

The scene was extremely bloody.

Twenty to thirty gunmen were quickly reduced to a pile of mangled corpses. Only a few lucky ones, who were not hit in vital areas, were still able to let out cries of agony.

This scene turned Doli's face green with rage.

What are these stones?

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a cannonball fired from a cannon barrel.