Chapter 6: The Huajun Bureau Has Arrived

  "Help!"

  A loud, mournful cry pulled Xingluo from his memories back to reality. Upon hearing the sound, he looked over and, relying on his keen senses, sensed that the source of the sound was coming from that alleyway. Although he wasn't some kind of savior, Xingluo also detected a hint of urgency and desolation in the voice, just like his own from years ago.

  As he approached the alley, the scene before him made Xing Luo extremely angry. Three hooligans were actually tearing at a girl's clothes at this moment. However, what shocked Xing Luo was that the girl was his deskmate.

  "Hey, are you guys still considered men? You actually think of violating a girl who's only in her teens?" Xing Luo crossed his arms over his chest, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. In that cold smile, there was a hint of murderous intent swirling around.

  However, upon hearing this loud shout, the girl also came back to her senses from the brink of despair. Looking at that tall and straight figure under the yellow light, her expression couldn't help but appear slightly dazed. But after seeing the face of that figure, a blush appeared on the girl's pretty face.

  "Hey kid, you'd better scram if you know what's good for you and don't interfere with my business." A hoodlum with yellow-dyed hair was startled by the words and immediately saw a young man shouting angrily outside the alley.

  "This matter is already settled." Xing Luo said with a cold smile.

  "Oh yeah."

  The blond thug heard Xing Luo's words and let out a strange, shrill cry. He immediately stood up, and the other two thugs beside him also straightened their bodies, revealing sinister glints in their eyes as they stared at Xing Luo.

  "Second brother, go up and let that little brat see some blood." The yellow-haired rogue said to a fellow rogue with his head tilted.

  Upon hearing this, Old Two also pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, the blade gleaming with a faint cold light. With a ferocious expression, he walked towards Xing Luo, saying: "You little brat, if I don't let you bleed a bit, you'll never know why flowers are so red."

  In response to Lao Er's vicious words, Xing Luo sneered coldly. Just as Lao Er was about to stab him in the shoulder with his folding knife, Xing Luo suddenly punched Lao Er's chest with a loud thud. Instantly, Lao Er's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, sliding over 10 meters across the ground.

  Lao Er's chest caved in, his face twisted into a grotesque grimace, and his eyes were wide open. However, under these circumstances, Lao Er's heart had completely stopped beating.

  Looking at the concave spot on Lao Er's chest, and his twisted face that didn't even close his eyes after death, a chill ran through Huang Fa Liu Mang's heart. His body trembled as he looked at the tall figure illuminated by the yellow light, his face filled with terror.

  It's hard to imagine that a fifteen or sixteen year old youth would have such great explosive power within him.

  "You... you..." The blond thug had already been intimidated by the unblinking face of Lao Er after his death. Normally, they would bully those who were weak and powerless, at most leaving a bloody mark on someone's shoulder, but they had never really killed anyone before. Now, their own friend was actually dead in front of them, which gave the blond thug a huge shock.

  Even the hoodlum next to him was pale as a ghost at this moment.

  Before the blond-haired thug could say a word, a figure flashed before him, one hand grasping his throat and the other grasping that of another thug.

  "You know, I hate this kind of trash that only knows how to bully ordinary people the most." Xing Luo's mouth was curved into a cold smile, his dark eyes staring at the two thugs who were terrified, his voice low and slow.

  Although I wouldn't normally save an ordinary girl with my personality, strangely, when I see a girl being torn apart by someone, a sense of suffocation and anger appears in the bottom of my heart, transforming into icy killing intent.

  Just as Xing Luo was about to use force to strangle the two thugs, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

  "Your Majesty, stop, this is Huaxia, I am a Huaxian, and we have laws here."

  At the sound, Xing Luo's eyes, filled with icy killing intent, suddenly looked towards the wall in front of him. The wall was over five meters high, a height that ordinary people couldn't climb.

  At this moment, on the thick wall, stood two figures, a man and a woman. The man wore a blue short-sleeved shirt and matching blue pants, with a hint of a proud smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes occasionally narrowing as he glanced at others, giving people an urge to provoke him.

  The woman standing on the thick wall, looking to be in her early twenties, had a resolute expression that left no room for doubt. However, what made Xing Luo slightly taken aback was that this woman was wearing a white long gown. In this modern city, it was rare to see someone wearing a white long gown, which added an ethereal and otherworldly flavor to the woman's appearance.

  "Has it come so soon......"

  With his extraordinary perception, Xing Luo's heart slightly sneered. He naturally knew that if he were to come to Hua Xia, the organization in which he least wanted to live would be the Hua Jun Bureau!

  The two in front of him were both late-stage martial artists who could become pre-heavenly masters as long as they cultivated their internal energy.

  What was most shocking, however, was the girl lying on the wall. Earlier, Xing Luo's eyelids hadn't even twitched once, and yet she had killed that thug, but she didn't pass out from it. In such a scene, except for those who have seen it before, everyone else would be terrified when they see someone die right in front of them for the first time, and some would even faint from shock.

  At this time, the girl's short-sleeved shirt was already somewhat tattered and worn out. Although her private parts were all covered up, this tattered garment, however, stirred up another kind of desire.

  Xing Luo's hands still tightly gripped the two thugs, their faces pale with terror. A glint of light flashed in his dark eyes as he spoke in a neutral tone, "Are you two here to look for trouble? Those who know my name should be few, except for those who have a deep grudge against me."

  "Your Majesty, would you please release those two people from Huaxia first?" The woman in white seemed to know Xing Luo's notorious name as well and could only tone down her words.

  "Lan Er, why bother talking to that little brat? Just go and capture him directly." The blue-robed man beside the white-robed woman sneered slightly, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light as he stared at Xing Luo. He had a sense of pride in his heart, but the 15-year-old boy in front of him had shattered that pride into pieces.

  Ignoring the blue-shirted man's words, Xing Luo turned his gaze to the white-robed woman and said calmly: "Don't you know that these two trash hurt my deskmate? After all, she also helped me pick up books, I owe her a favor, so I naturally want to return it. Killing one or two pieces of trash won't affect the world's situation."