Chapter 869

Originally, this day was the day when Bai Lang finally transformed all his internal force, and he also decided to rest a little in the afternoon, walk around outside, and eat something good to reward himself. Walking on the streets of Lanzhou, on the left and right were places selling mutton and beef meals. Smelling the fragrant smell of roast meat, Bai Lang couldn't help but move his index finger. He had money, and quite a lot—in any case, Shanghai's housing prices were one of the best in the country. The money from selling his own house was enough for him to live a lifetime in a place like Lanzhou, right?

Then just order a whole roast lamb. Bai Lang was now practicing the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield. The concentration of primordial energy in this world was not enough for this martial art to absorb enough primordial energy from the outside. Besides, the first three passes that had just been introduced didn't have the ability to absorb primordial energy from the outside, all relying on the primordial energy extracted from the food eaten by the practitioner himself. So everyone who practiced the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield was almost a big eater at the beginning.

Mutton was cheap in this place, but it was only a thousand yuan for a roast lamb, and then a few beers were served, and Bai Lang began to eat and drink. The waiter and the boss of this restaurant also came to watch later—after all, it was rare for one person to eat a whole lamb and a large amount of beer. Perhaps it was the only one seen so far, and everyone came to watch the Western mirror.

Bai Lang, who was full of food and drink, was slightly tipsy—even if he practiced martial arts, it had no effect on his alcohol capacity. Bai Lang's alcohol capacity was still limited. After drinking so much beer, he still had some drunkenness. He wasn't in a hurry to go back. Bai Lang just walked on the street with his hands in his pockets, leisurely enjoying the various states of modern civilization. Until night fell and the lights came on, this drunkenness not only didn't go away, but it was getting more and more on his head—this beer was really good, not light beer but dark beer with higher alcohol content.

Bai Lang, who was walking on the road, missed a step slightly, perfectly avoiding a person's collision. Because that person was not buffered by Bai Lang, he hit the wall behind him heavily and fell to the ground at once. Bai Lang turned his head and found that this was just an ordinary person, and in the direction where this person rushed from, there were several people running over in a hurry. The leader even had a watermelon knife in his hand. "Damn! Dare to hit me! Beat him to death!" This person shouted.

The person who fell to the ground was quickly surrounded and kicked around by these people. "Hey, hey! That's enough. If you go on like this, the person will be beaten badly by you!" Bai Lang couldn't bear to see it. The man who was shouting about being hit looked like he was fine at all—so even if he was hit by a car, he wouldn't be beaten into this state. "I'm going to call the police!" Bai Lang didn't want to cause trouble, so he prepared to use the police to solve this problem.

This was a society that talked about the law, and fighting was the style of barbarians—if it were in the world after transmigrating, Bai Lang would have already taken action. However, following the customs of the place and the memories of the past made Bai Lang become a law-abiding citizen again at this time, not the thug Brother Bai Lang of the dental agency. However, this sentence and his move to stop those few people seemed to have angered these few guys. The guy holding the watermelon knife in the lead looked like he was in his thirties, and the other few were also young people in their twenties or thirties. At a glance, they were not good people—the temperament led to a hideous face. Bai Lang had seen that look many times; ruffians were like this.

These people also had a smell of alcohol, so they should not have noticed that Bai Lang just stretched out his arm and easily separated them all. The meaning in this action. The guy in the lead jumped up, and the watermelon knife in his hand slashed directly at Bai Lang, "Even if I'm almost drunk, I still subconsciously use this kind of knife method to split skin and flesh to slash people? It seems to be an old hand, knowing how to do it." Bai Lang saw through the details of these people at a glance, and immediately shrank back slightly, easily avoiding this knife.

Not hitting anyone made that guy furious, "F, f, f-ing!" The words in this person's mouth were stuttering, and the few brothers behind rushed over to grab Bai Lang, and this guy simply stabbed the knife forward—although it was a watermelon knife, it also had a knife tip, and the consequence was different. Bai Lang gave a bitter smile, but he didn't regret that this move to stand up for himself had caused trouble. He shook his hand, directly slapped the knife away, and then gently printed a palm on the person's chest.

Bai Lang didn't use real kung fu; it wasn't necessary to deal with these few ruffians. After printing a palm, that guy fell down immediately, and Bai Lang turned his body left and right, waving his hand knives one after another. Just one breath, he put down everyone here. "Use the right force, just let them faint." Bai Lang's ears moved slightly. He squatted down and looked at the first guy he knocked down, "This is troublesome! Why is this person out of breath!"

Bai Lang could be considered decisive. He reached out and pressed the person's neck. After confirming that there was no pulse, he immediately touched the person's mobile phone and dialed 120—his own mobile phone still had to be used, and it would be bad if he was located after dialing. After saying the location in a few words, Bai Lang threw the mobile phone away and ran—he wouldn't go back to pack his things, because it was unnecessary and there was nothing to carry—it was true to leave quickly now.

Bai Lang didn't want to enter the bureau at all. The current situation couldn't be explained clearly. It was best to leave first—and he didn't need to take the train and long-distance bus, naturally, don't even think about the plane, just run with his legs. However, he could use a taxi to get out of the city first—Bai Lang bought a map at the fastest speed, then stopped a taxi and went directly out of Lanzhou City—it was impossible to take the highway, there might be a checkpoint there, and the national highway was the same, so in a certain place in Lanzhou, Bai Lang got out of the car.

He bought a map book, including the map of Lanzhou City and Gan Su—mainly a tourist map. Where Bai Lang's internal force circulated, his breath was long. After using Lightness Skill with his legs, he wouldn't be slower than a galloping horse, so he used the cover of night to rush to the south at the fastest speed. "Just right, go to Sichuan along the Han Zhong line, and then go south all the way to find a way to Southeast Asia—today this made me make up my mind." Bai Lang's mood was really crying and laughing. He didn't expect that he would kill someone after seeing justice and acting bravely...

"What the hell is going on with this bastard? Why is he so fragile! I didn't use force at all... and the feeling should not have broken his ribs, and it's even more impossible for the broken bone to pierce the heart and cause death..." Bai Lang thought while running, and finally could only blame heaven for wanting to collect that kid, so he died after a light touch.

The police car had surrounded that place. Those guys who were fighting were caught by a few policemen and asked, and the initial victim was the same. The on-site investigation personnel were taking pictures, and the forensic doctor was conducting a preliminary autopsy—when the ambulance arrived, they knew that this was a case of death by fighting, so after confirming the death, they never moved the body again. "Preliminary judgment is myocardial infarction, perhaps stimulated the heart during the fight and caused sudden cardiac arrest, and then this person died..." The forensic doctor raised his head and said to the criminal police in charge on the side. "What do you call this..." The criminal police also shook his head and said. ===== CHAPTER 870 =====