Gu Shen was not drunk.

From beginning to end, he was very sober.

So he heard every word, every syllable, spoken by the group of people on the street, from their arrival to their pause.

The man surrounded by them, judging from his bright and beautiful clothes, was definitely not someone who lived in the old city... He must be a big shot who lived a life of pampered luxury in the heart of the capital, because every word, every glance, revealed his contempt, belittlement, and disdain for the lower classes.

But this kind of person was not the first Gu Shen had seen.

What was this... humiliation, abuse, mockery?

If you cared, it would be all of them.

But Gu Shen never cared. He had no time, no energy, and no capital to care.

So he just treated it like someone farting in his ear, which would dissipate automatically when the wind blew.

He calmly patted Crow on the back. "Let's go."

"Wait..."

Wearing a heavy motorcycle helmet, Song Ci finally caught his breath. The alcohol from the Lion's Awakening wine spread throughout his body, rushing straight to the top of his head, making him dizzy. He leaned against the wall to barely straighten his back. "What did that bastard just say? Did he scold us?"

Crow's voice was loud and rough.

This voice immediately attracted the attention of the people across the street.

"..."

The old cowboy narrowed his eyes and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

In the abandoned factory, he had been suppressed by a higher level of extraordinary power, which left him with a bellyful of anger. Now, he happened to see a drunkard who was rude to him...

He silently picked up his shotgun and walked toward the drunken duo.

Zhao Qi smiled and did not stop him.

Now he was not in a hurry to leave. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, with a faint smile on his face, quietly waiting for the good show to begin... He disdained to clean up garbage and beat stray dogs because it would dirty his hands.

Gu Shen frowned and calmly watched the figure gradually approaching from the far end of the alley.

As expected of the capital, there were all kinds of people. This cowboy man with a pipe did not hide the big shotgun on his shoulder... That big gun gave him an extremely powerful sense of oppression, and the blazing fire between his eyebrows even had a strong urge to emerge.

He was in trouble.

"Tsk tsk... an Esper..."

Even in a drunken state, Crow's deepest fighting consciousness was still awake. He was a commoner at heart, and even if he was drunk to the point of being unconscious, he would not forget his instinct for fighting and brawling.

The cowboy frowned. In his opinion, his image of carrying a shotgun was enough to deter most drunks.

He believed that when his gun barrel was against the other party's head, even a drunkard who had drunk a ton of wine would instantly wake up.

He raised his gun.

The silent muzzle was pressed against the hard motorcycle helmet.

"Aha... buddy... don't point that thing at me..."

Unexpectedly, even with a shotgun pointed at his head, the drunkard on the opposite side remained calm and friendly. He reminded, "The Eastern Continent Federation has clear regulations that good citizens are not allowed to carry guns in the street."

The cowboy said coldly, "Do you think I look like a good citizen?"

"Hmm... that makes sense."

Crow reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun, slowly moving it aside, and said lazily, "This is loaded with 12-gauge red silver bullets, right? Be careful not to misfire. I'm not kidding you... people will die."

The cowboy was stunned.

From the moment Crow's finger touched the barrel, a huge pressure was transmitted inch by inch, spreading from the barrel to his entire body.

It was as if a pair of big hands were pressing on his shoulders. The heavy pressure made him feel like he was trapped in a swamp. The finger on the trigger could not move even a millimeter... No, not only could he not pull the trigger, but he felt that even breathing had become difficult.

Damn it!

He looked at the man in front of him in horror, but he could only see a pair of drunken eyes in the motorcycle helmet that were smiling.

This was an Esper... and a very strong one!

From the perspective of the cowboy's companions on the other side of the alley, there was nothing unusual about the cowboy's actions.

The gun was already on the drunk's head, so what could be unusual?

Crow tremblingly stretched out a finger and pointed at the man surrounded by the crowd in the distance. Drinking too much was really bad. The image of that guy was blurry in his eyes. He pointed several times, but he didn't know if he was pointing in the right direction.

Song Ci mumbled vaguely, "Remember what I said just now? That guy must be a big shot. It would be so cool to punch him in the face."

Gu Shen looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Want to hit him?" Crow grinned and suggested in a guilty whisper, "The kind where we hit him and run."

There was a strange charm about people like Crow. He would wear flip-flops and run wildly in the old city like an ostrich, and he would use his fists to smash the teeth of those who slandered him.

He lived in the orderly capital, but his actions deviated from these rules and regulations.

Since he couldn't change the environment, he might as well use his own actions to give the bigwigs at the top of the capital's pyramid a big middle finger.

A punch in the face of a big shot.

What was broken was not just a few teeth.

It was the lofty rules.

Gu Shen was silent for a moment. When the old cowboy walked over, perhaps only less than ten steps away, he asked himself such a question.

Was there ever a moment when he had the same impulse as Crow, wanting to smash his fist into the face of a big shot he hated so much.

Perhaps the Lion's Awakening wine was not without its uses.

At least at this moment, Gu Shen felt that a pair of eyes that had never been opened in his body had opened, his blood became hot and boiling, and it was as if a lion had awakened in his body.

So the young man asked softly, "Can we win?"

Crow replied happily, "Of course."

Gu Shen asked again, "Can we run away?"

Crow laughed heartily, "Of course!"

"Then..."

Gu Shen said honestly, "I want to try."

At the moment when his voice fell.

Crow suddenly squatted down and stood up, punching the cowboy man in the chin with a heavy blow. The shotgun trigger was pulled with great difficulty at this moment. A loud bang broke the silence of the long night. The large bullet roared out of the barrel, deviating from its original trajectory, whistling past Song Ci's motorcycle helmet, and directly blasting the street lamp beside the alley to pieces. Fragments of the lampshade flew everywhere, and a man flew up like a sandbag, spitting out blood and teeth, falling with the fragments of the lampshade.

This scene stunned Zhao Qi and the accompanying Espers.

"Get in the car."

Crow straddled the motorcycle, twisted the throttle to the maximum, and the off-road tires roared angrily on the ground, like a wild horse that could break free at any time. Gu Shen reacted extremely quickly, and at the moment when Crow spoke, he turned over and sat in the back seat. Accompanied by the broken and scattered light, the front half of the frame of this huge horsepower red motorcycle was raised high and slammed into the small wall at the corner of the street—

"Quick—protect—"

Zhao Qi's voice had just started.

The word "I" had not yet been uttered.

All that was left in front of him was a huge black shadow.

It was a huge heavy motorcycle that almost covered all of Zhao Qi's vision.

All of this happened so fast that no one would have thought that a drunkard, after clearly finding his direction, could plan such a precise course of action. Someone pulled out a long knife from his waist to fight back, but in the next moment, he was kicked by the drunkard on the motorcycle and flew out. The power of this kick was even greater than the red silver bullet of the shotgun. The entire wall on one side of the alley was knocked down, and the person who drew the knife had lost consciousness, with half of his body embedded in the broken wall.

Recalling the fate of the cowboy earlier, everyone was stunned. Young Master Zhao said that this drunkard was a stray dog, but now it seemed that this was an out-and-out mad dog.

So a funny and ironic scene appeared—

Almost none of the "loyal" guards that Young Master Zhao brought to the old city dared to risk their lives to stop the motorcycle at the critical moment. The high-pitched roaring motorcycle advanced all the way, destroying everything in its path.

Figures were thrown out one after another.

The brave win when narrow roads meet. Those who have the intention to retreat are not worthy of winning this narrow alley duel!

In the end, only the lonely and helpless Zhao Qi was left, looking at the huge black shadow pressing down with anger, horror, and fear...

In front of him, finally appeared a fist.

What made him feel fortunate was that this was not the sandbag-sized fist of that drunken mad dog, but from the young man in the back seat of the motorcycle... a young man whose face was filled with simplicity, kindness, and eagerness to try.

Some things cannot be resisted, so you can only choose to accept them...

This young man's fist didn't look very big, so it shouldn't hurt that much, right?

With a "bang!"

Zhao Qi felt as if his face had been hit by a heavy hammer, and all his consciousness was chiseled out of his body. He could feel the trembling of his bones and the twitching of his facial muscles.

The fist was not big.

But it was very hard.

He seemed to be flying, at least his feet were off the ground.

Floating lightly.

Falling heavily.

The noisy long street ushered in a long silence in the last jet of the throttle. Amid the condemnation of the angry residents of the old city, the two mad dogs galloped away, leaving a trail of dust.

"How do you feel?!"

Song Ci twisted the throttle and twisted his body. He happily whistled, celebrating the victory of this carnival.

The old city at night had been left far behind, the broken alley lights and the old mottled walls were all hidden in the darkness. The motorcycle drove to the deserted suburbs, which were as quiet as heaven.

The young man sitting in the back seat did not respond for a long time.

Gu Shen just silently looked at his fist, which was stained with some blood... This was not his, but that of the rich young master.

He used the Blazing Fire to wrap his fist.

Before he made his move, he had considered the trouble that the punch might cause. The Blazing Fire burned away the biological aura that might be left at the scene, Crow's vomit, and the fingerprints that were inadvertently left behind.

He punched, he ran, and he would never see them again.

"You're right..."

Gu Shen exhaled softly and smiled, "Beating up the powerful is indeed very satisfying."