Chapter 295: Fist of Justice

Right when he staggered forward, streaks of gazes looked down from the surrounding residential buildings, expressions somewhat strange.

Right when Yan Shang was puzzled, a voice upstairs suddenly rang out:

"It's him! He is exactly the Stars Chamber of Commerce president Yan Shang!"

"He is exactly the b*stard who sells sky-high priced Coal!"

Once these two sounds came out, everyone inside the surrounding residential buildings, all carried sticks, clubs and chopping knives quickly walking to surround him, casting incomparably furious gazes. In a short ten-odd seconds then surrounding the entire street water-tightly. And along with more and more shouting sounds ringing out, there were still more people rushing over.

Yan Shang seeing this scene, was instantly dumbfounded. These years he fundamentally hadn't shown his face outside much, and now his body was dirty to this extent, there shouldn't be anyone who could recognize him right...

Right at this time, Yan Shang suddenly felt the position everyone's gazes looked towards was somewhat strange. After blanking out for a bit, immediately taking off the fur coat to look.

Only seeing on the back of the fur coat, at some unknown time had already been written a few large characters with scarlet fresh blood by someone:

——I am Yan Shang!

"It's exactly him!! Wanting to sell to us five hundred thousand Coal! It's exactly this beast!"

"It was him who let people beat my dad on the Century Avenue! My dad's leg was exactly broken by him!"

"If it wasn't for someone driving the truck out, snatching the Coal, we would have already frozen to death..."

"This dog thing making fortune from human lives... f*ck him to death!!!"

"..."

Furious roars rising one after another transmitted from the surroundings. This group of people had a patch of blood-red in both eyes, just like crazy surging forward to drown him out. The various guys in their hands smashed towards Yan Shang like raindrops!

Yan Shang fearfully was forced to bend his waist down. The hard sticks and clubs smashing down one after another made his back intensely hurt. The knives occasionally drilling out even more deeply submerged into his body. Amidst countless foul-smelling and furious abusive words, him who was already frozen to the point of blurry consciousness, the picture before his eyes was even more soaked by fresh blood.

No... cannot...

He knew going down like this again, it wouldn't take long before he would be beaten to death alive!

Yan Shang's hand deadly gripped the last Ritual Artifact. That was a petite compass. The surface of the compass adhered blood vessels and black meat blocks. Along with his fingertips plucking the pointer, the next moment his figure then disappeared out of thin air!

Sticks and clubs forcefully smashed down, yet didn't touch Yan Shang's body. The crowd blankly looked at the empty void in front of their eyes, for a time somewhat dazed.

"That is... Spatial Teleportation?"

Chen Ling standing in the distance seeing this scene, eyes slightly narrowing.

Yan Shang's collection being so many, categories being so rich, could be said to let Chen Ling broaden his horizons... but looking from Yan Shang rather being injured, also having to drag until now to use this Ritual Artifact, his inventory should have seen the bottom.

Chen Ling coldly snorted once, his figure flying and sweeping out in the frost and snow.

...

"Survived... I survived!!"

Yan Shang covered entirely in blood, stood outside the station of the Realm Train, agitated to the point both hands couldn't help but tremble.

This life and death crisis along the way, made Yan Shang have a kind of feeling of having walked through a round in hell. When he truly arrived at this station, instantly having a kind of rejoicing of surviving a disaster!

"What Six of Hearts, what Dusk Society... I Yan Shang Built From Scratch walking all the way to today! Can I just easily die here like this?!"

Yan Shang couldn't help but laugh loudly once, yet implicating the wounds on his body. The intense pain made his facial features all twist up.

"Motherf*cker... that group of untouchables unexpectedly dared to beat me..."

"Untouchables are always untouchables! I am just about to take the train to go south, you guys just wait for death here for me!"

"A group of both poor and useless guys, truly deserve to be frozen to death."

Yan Shang on one side endured pain abusing, while staggeringly stepping onto the stairs of the station.

Right at the instant he was about to step onto the platform, a voice suddenly transmitted from behind.

"Hey."

Yan Shang blanked out. Still not waiting for him to turn his head back, a fist then heavily smashed onto the back of his head, overturning his whole person to the ground!

This punch beat Yan Shang until his eyes went black. He muffledly snorted trying to climb up from the ground. Behind him, a figure hanging a camera on his neck, holding pen and paper in hand, was currently lowering his head coldly looking at him.

"It's you...? This kind of trash of yours, is also worthy to sit on this train flight?" That figure's right fist clenched tightly, with a bang giving Yan Shang another punch!

The hard fist beat Yan Shang to fall to the ground anew. A blood-stained tooth was knocked out of his mouth. He blankly looked at the figure before his eyes,

"You... who are you??"

"My name is Wen Shilin, am a reporter."

That figure slowly took off the camera on his neck, and the pen and paper in his hand placing them to the side, slowly walking over. "You might not know me, however, regarding you President Yan Shang... I haven't understood little."

Hearing the three characters Wen Shilin, Yan Shang instantly felt somewhat familiar to the ear, but also couldn't recall where he had heard it... Not waiting for him to say anything more, another hit of Fist of Justice smashed onto his cheek!

Bang——!!

The strength of this punch, was larger than the two punches just now. It directly knocked out half of Yan Shang's teeth, making his eyes see stars.

"The Fist of Justice perhaps will be late, but will never be absent." Wen Shilin shook his hand that was hurting from hitting, speaking in a deep voice. "Since my news wasn't able to kill you... then I will kill you now!"

Wen Shilin lowly roared once, swinging a fist towards Yan Shang again. Right at the instant the fist wind whistled, Yan Shang abruptly took out a gun, the gun muzzle pointing straight at Wen Shilin's forehead!

Wen Shilin's fist instantly paused in mid-air.

"Motherf*cker... doing it for half a day, still thought you were again that Six of Hearts transformed, as a result is a real reporter?" Yan Shang spat out the fresh blood and broken teeth in his mouth, climbing up with difficulty. "Guns are useless against Six of Hearts, still can't deal with an untouchable like you?"

Yan Shang viciously spoke. Right at the instant he was about to pull the trigger, his eyes abruptly blurred!

The next moment, the firearm in his hand, had already turned into a piece of Coal.

Yan Shang astonishingly looked at a corner of Coal in his hand. Seeming to have thought of something, deep fear emerged in his eyes... and final despair.

He knew, that man came again...

Wen Shilin blankly looked at this scene, not understanding what happened. Right at this time, he heard a burst of footsteps transmit from behind.

A figure draped in a brown windbreaker, slowly walked onto the stairs of the station. He casually played with that black firearm, a pair of eyes flickering with banter, and icy killing intent.

"It's you... it's you again!!" Yan Shang hysterically roared furiously. "Why must you kill me?! You have already destroyed my everything! Releasing me what then? I swear I won't go against you this lifetime okay... why must you exterminate everyone?!"

Under one after another torture, Yan Shang's psychological defense line had already thoroughly collapsed. Chen Ling time and time again gave him hope, and time and time again personally pushed him into the abyss... This kind of torture to him, was no different from death by a thousand cuts!

That figure sneered once, the pitch-black gun muzzle lifting up, aiming at Yan Shang's despairing pupils,

"This kind of goods of yours... is also worthy to be my opponent?"

Bang bang bang——!

Consecutive gunshots echoed in Wen Shilin's ears. Under his personal witnessing, Yan Shang's head seemed to have turned into a red and white firework, splashing on top of the stairs of the station.