Chapter 52 Yasuo

"Darkness is filthy, despair is deep..."

"Follow your path, it will lead to your destruction."

"Fire is outside, death is within."

"The existence of order is always short-lived."

"I am the storm...I am the thunder, I am the lightning!"

"Unleash your rage!"

The wind of chaos roared in the streets of Heiyan Bay, followed by a deep voice, rolling up a roaring tornado, and then leaving behind wailing gangsters and broken bricks everywhere.

But these wailing people did not dare to cast any hatred or hatred towards the man named "Yasuo" in front of them.

The man whose whole body was wrapped in countless white bandages, the slender blade in his hand was wrapped with endless storms and blazing flames. Even though his height was not as high as any of the people lying on the ground, he was not as tall as anyone lying on the ground. People despised him.

"Jefferson." The man named Yasuo stepped forward and said indifferently, "Who is Jefferson?"

Suddenly, the underground gang members who had been subdued by him looked at a man lying in the crowd in horror. An ugly smile suddenly appeared on the man's face, "Yasuo... Sir, do you have anything to do with me?" ?”

"Something's wrong." Yasuo glanced at him lightly with his deep eyes under his cloak.

"I accepted a commission. The lady asked me to help her find her daughter. People in Heishan Bay say... If you want to find a missing little girl in Heishan Bay, you need to find someone..."

Jefferson's face suddenly filled with bitterness, and he forced a smile on his face, but this smile was even uglier than crying.

He is the pink glove of the Jinsi Gang, an underground gang in Heiyan Bay. The main business of the Jinsi Gang is the training and sale of female slaves, female branches and other pornographic industries. As the pink glove of the Jinsi Gang, he is in charge of the bottom of the gang. job, and this job is naturally to find suitable women for the gang...

Yasuo was right. If a girl was lost in Black Swear Bay, Jefferson would indeed be able to find her.

"Excuse me, what is that girl's name..." Jefferson suddenly showed a charming expression and asked.

"You don't need to know." Yasuo glanced at him and said.

"But I don't know the girl's name, how can I find her?" Jefferson was stunned for a moment and asked with a strange expression.

"There is still a way." Yasuo glanced at him, then stretched out his bandaged left hand, picked up Jefferson in his hand, and threw it out, "You, lead the way."

"What way?" Jefferson looked confused.

"Go to where you took those girls after kidnapping them." Yasuo said with an indifferent expression.

Suddenly, Jefferson suddenly realized, and then his face was covered with cold sweat, "Sir...sir, this is not good."

Yasuo was not polite to him. The Hellblade entwined with flames and storms in his hand stabbed a wound directly on Jefferson's thigh, causing Jefferson to let out a miserable wail.

Then, the flames on the Hell Blade instantly burned his wound to stop the bleeding.

But with such a primitive way of treating wounds, absolutely no one would think it would be a pleasure.

"I lead the way! I lead the way!" Jefferson wailed.

Then, he walked in front with a pale face, limping like an old dog with a broken leg.

Yasuo, on the other hand, stood behind him like a master holding an old dog, and followed him slowly forward.

After Yasuo left, the remaining underground gang members looked at each other and stood up with the same limp, grinning and applying the wound medicine they carried with them to their wounds.

It is the habit of these underground gang members to carry some simple medicines with them.

"The God of Death is finally gone." A young gangster couldn't help but gritted his teeth.

"Shh, keep your voice down! What if he hears you before he's gone far?" His companion suddenly said with a look of horror on his face.

"Ah...???" Suddenly, the young gangster looked in the direction the man left with a horrified look on his face.

I was afraid that the demon named Yasuo would come back again.

"Don't scare me?" The little gangster couldn't help but say, but his voice couldn't help but become a little softer.

"Afraid of what might happen?" his companion whispered.

"You don't have to be so afraid." At this moment, a stooped and tattooed old underground gang member beside them suddenly said.

His old face was filled with a sneer, "Such a guy is destined not to survive long in Heiyan Bay."

"Could it be that..." Suddenly, the two gangsters seemed to have thought of something.

"That's right! Several bosses from the big gangs in Heiyanwan have noticed him and threatened to kill this guy after the old king's birthday!" the old ruffian said with a sneer.

"Old Ai Tou, are you keeping this news true?" The two gangsters suddenly said with some disbelief, "That guy has been doing whatever he wants in Heiyan Bay for nearly two months. Aren't the big shots unable to do anything to him?"

It is precisely because Yasuo has been in Black Tired Bay for nearly two months and has not been killed by several gang members that they are so afraid and do not believe that the gang bosses above dare to attack Yasuo.

"What do you know! It will be the old king's 70th birthday soon. Several big gangs in Heiyan Bay, including the Sand Crocodile Gang, the Crazy Ax Gang and the Blood Knife Gang, were all warned by the law enforcement officers of the royal city not to move, so they I didn’t take care of this brat named Yasuo.” Old Ai Tou said quite confidently, “When the old king’s birthday ceremony is over and the underground of the royal city can return to its former appearance, of course we can kill that brat who acted recklessly!”

"Don't forget! This is our Black Bay!" There was a bit of sternness on his weathered face.

Suddenly, the young gangsters looked at each other, and then a bit of fierceness appeared on their faces, "Yes! This is our Black Bay!"

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Soon after, Jefferson looked at the base camp, which was blown and burned by flames and storms, with a dull expression on his face.

"It's over...it's all over..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Beside him, there were members of the Jinsi Gang scattered on the ground, many of whom had incomplete bodies.

Blood, broken bricks, broken limbs and fire shooting into the sky, everything was so chaotic.

The girls who were originally trapped in the Jinsi Gang's base camp looked at the building that had imprisoned their freedom for a long time with hatred, and then cast admiring glances at the man standing in front of the burned building, stroking the black blade.

The man with bandages all over his body suddenly seemed to notice, and turned back to look at them calmly, "You guys go."

The next moment, the man suddenly turned around with the blade, "Revolution! Inevitable!"

The blade burning with flames and storm instantly cut open the body of the man who wanted to attack. The two pieces of corpse fell to the ground, mirroring the man's body wrapped in pure white bandages.

The man is like...a devil!