Hero Cultivation System

Yao... name?

That's right, it's him!

At least eight out of ten Chinese people know his face. Even if all the Chinese people stand together, you can immediately pick him out. He is definitely the top guy.

Huang Mao was stunned!

Damn Yao, Boss Yao, isn't playing with his big shark in Zhonghai. Why is he coming to a small place like Wuyang? Just to mess with him?

Huang Mao was stunned for a while, then shook his head and looked away, only to realize that this Yao Da seemed to be... a little shorter, then?

Huh! It’s not that he’s just a little shorter at all, but Yao Da has shrunk several sizes. If Yao Da really appeared here, with a height of only 2.1 meters on the first floor, his head would have reached the ceiling, so it would still be possible. Gotta get it.

Look at the man on the surveillance screen. He is only about 1.7 meters tall and has an ordinary figure. He is not only very different from Yao Da, but his face is just like that.

Okay! Damn it, it turns out he is wearing Yao Da’s mask.

But if you look closely it doesn’t look like it?

The man's head was sweating like rain. Huang Mao could see the sweat pouring out of his pores. Because he was panting so hard, the muscles on his face were twitching. Although the screen was not so clear, it looked really uncomfortable. It's like wearing a mask. Huang Mao has never heard of any mask that looks so realistic.

Could he be Yao Da's younger brother? If he is really his younger brother, then his parents are too partial. They raised Yao Da to be so tall, while the younger one was raised to be sallow and skinny.

"Brother, that Yao Ming has come up." The stuttering boy next to him pulled Huang Mao's sleeve. Why is the elder brother so stunned?

When Huang Mao came back to his senses, he realized that he hadn't noticed just now. It turned out that most of the boys on the first floor were lying on the ground. After regaining his breath, little Yao Da turned around and walked towards the stairs.

I'm so stupid. If you dare to come here to cause trouble, no matter if it's Yao Da or his younger brother, no matter if it's the Great Wall or the Short Wall, whether it's a dragon or a tiger, you'll have to stand down for me.

"Brothers, take this guy and chop him down for me."

Huang Mao first pulled out a shiny machete from the mezzanine of the cabinet, and Leopard and the others also took their weapons and rushed down to the third floor.

Liang Gong is very tired! Really tired!

Because there was a one-hour limit, and in order not to be cut in half and become extremely weak and be slaughtered by others, Liang Gong had no choice. With a stick in hand, he rushed into the billiard room on the first floor single-handedly, and started to meet people without even saying a word. stab.

This billiard room was not opened to make money at all, but Huang Mao randomly set up a few broken tables to accommodate the young people under his command. On the one hand, these young people had something to do and would not be bored, and on the other hand, it was also a display to the outside world. Because of his strength, all the people inside were from the Chengdong Gang, and there was not a single customer.

Liang Gong had been observing for two days and already knew everything clearly, so he had no taboos when taking action. According to his body's familiar habits, he used the magic power of oiling the soles of his feet, dodging left and right, taking advantage of the gaps to strike with stick after stick. The gangsters stabbed him.

The weird feeling outside the wall of No. 2 Middle School that day came back. Although the gangsters reacted immediately and grabbed the billiard poles or nearby chairs to attack Liang Gong, in his eyes, their attacks were like slow motion. Liang Gong poses no threat at all.

Liang Gong thought of Master Bao's lesson, and in a blink of an eye, the stick kept sticking to the gangsters' vital points, such as the throat and the fifth limb under the crotch. Sure enough, within a few seconds, all the dozen gangsters fell to the ground, rolling and wailing.

Seeing all the gangsters fall down, Liang Gong suddenly stopped and exited that mysterious state. Only then did he realize that this slow-motion state was wonderful, but it consumed a lot of mental and physical energy. He was so tired that he leaned against the table and couldn't stop panting. It took a while to regain my breath.

Liang Gong didn't know how much time he spent these days, but he knew that there wouldn't be much time left for him, so he took a short rest and prepared to go up the stairs to the second floor.

Huang Mao, Bao Zi and others came down from the third floor and found that Xiao Yao Da had not yet reached the second floor. Only a few of his subordinates were playing mahjong enthusiastically, and there were still five people and six people shouting loudly. There was no abnormality on the first floor at all.

"I'm so stupid, people are killing me and I'm still playing cards! Why don't you copy me?"

Huang Mao yelled angrily, stepped forward and immediately kicked the mahjong table over. He asked these idiots to take out the mahjong tables and surrounded them at the top of the stairs, preparing to teach Xiao Yao a lesson as soon as he came up.

Liang Gong was not a fool, and of course he knew that there must be defenses upstairs. However, the mission of the cheater was so perverted that he had no way out. Either he had to complete the mission today, or he would have to train the system to death in vain in two days. He has to catch the old stubborn man's legs, so he has to break through even if it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den.

Before going upstairs, he casually took a coat hanging on the wall and wrapped it around his head, covering his ears, nose, and mouth, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. He carefully stepped up the stairs step by step.

Huang Mao and others lurked silently at the entrance of the stairs, but they still didn't see Xiao Yao Da coming up. He was wondering, and then he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. He knew that the idea was coming, and everyone was Open your eyes and stare at the stairs.

Leopard always rushes to the front when the gang needs to be killed, and this time is no exception. Hearing the footsteps, he immediately raised the machete in his hand high, waiting for Xiao Yao to show his head, and the knife Just swing it.

Suddenly the white shadow shook, and countless powder rushed into his eyes, nose, and mouth. He almost suffocated for a moment, and then his eyes hurt greatly, his mouth was burning, and his whole throat burned as if he had swallowed a hot coal. I can't even scream.

The leopard lost consciousness in pain, threw away the knife, put his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes desperately. Suddenly his body shook, and a cold metal was inserted into his belly. The leopard staggered for a while and finally fell down.

Huang Mao's men were all crowded near the stairs, and most of them were attacked with powder. Everyone reacted like a leopard, either waving a knife with both hands and stabbing his brother's body, or throwing the knife and rubbing his eyes. All kinds of weapons flew from the sky above the building.

Huang Mao and the two bodyguards stood far away. When they saw the powder flying in the air, they immediately took a big step back. Therefore, they were not hurt at first. However, before they had time to rejoice, they were hit by various knives flying in the air. He was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and he managed to escape only after a lot of scrambling.

But his two bodyguards were not so lucky. One had a five- to six-inch-long gash on his arm, and the other had a dagger stuck in his thigh, completely losing his fighting ability.

"Everyone, please don't move. Someone has spilled lime. The more you rub it, the more painful it will be."

Huang Mao has been a gangster since he was fourteen or fifteen years old. He has experienced the era of bad wars. Sprinkling lime was also his specialty in the past.

Later, when he became rich, he had either guns or knives in his hands. Lime was not on the market, and he hadn't seen it for at least ten years. He didn't expect that someone would use such an old-fashioned method to deal with him after so many years, but it was still very effective.

He knew that the water would boil when the water was rubbed, and the more he rubbed it, the deeper it would get. He had to rinse it with oil as soon as possible, otherwise he would probably go blind. But the kitchen of this small building is on the first floor, and that little Yao Ming must be guarding the stairwell now.

, it is difficult for him to continue even if he wants to, it seems that these subordinates can only ask for their own blessings.

At this time, mourning was everywhere on the second floor. Huang Mao saw that among the dozen or so men, only two or three were seriously injured, but they were of no use, so he thought about it and turned back to the third floor.

Before Liang Gong took action, he thought that although he had made great progress compared to before, it was still wishful thinking to say that he could challenge dozens of people alone.

In order to kill so many people at once, it was necessary to have weapons of mass destruction, but he couldn't think of a reason after much deliberation. Finally, he suddenly thought of the large-scale chemical weapon secretly passed down by his idol Bao Ye──lime.

It is said that this thing is easy to obtain and easy to carry. It is really a must-have product for home travel and murder.

"Beep! Sprinkling lime is the most despicable and shameless behavior in the world, and a knight would not do it."

Your sister, Mr. Bao is right. All heroes are fools. Killing with a knife is killing, and killing with lime is killing. What is wrong with others? Will the court give you a few more years in prison just because you use lime to kill?

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Besides, Liang Gong had a fever before and gave all his money to the old stubborn man. He only had a few coins left in his pocket, not even enough to buy a nail clipper. What did the damn system ask him to use to deal with Huang Mao?

So he ignored that cheating thing, and after making up his mind, he secretly took a small bag of lime from a small contractor's cart and put it on him in case of emergency.

This time he wanted to attack the second floor. Even a fool knew that they were waiting for him at the stairs on the second floor, so he first wrapped his head and face with clothes, then walked to the middle of the stairs, threw the lime up, and immediately pulled off his clothes.

Covering his face, he hid back at the corner of the stairs.

The result was extraordinary. Although Liang Gong couldn't see the situation on the second floor, he heard the wails and cries coming one after another, and he knew on his knees that this group of people must be mad.

Although Liang Gong was impatient, he still waited until the wailing sounds from upstairs gradually subsided, and then climbed up to the second floor in a dodgy manner.

I went upstairs and took a look, holy shit! I knew it was effective, but I didn’t know it was so effective. I have to thank Mr. Bao for his earnest teachings.

I saw gangsters rolling around all over the ground. Some of them had knives stuck in their bodies and were bleeding profusely. It seemed that there was no need for Liang Gong to make up for it. As long as the bleeding lasted for a while, these people would go back to their grandma's house on their own.

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While Liang Gong carefully avoided the gangsters on the ground and looked for an open space to settle down, he took a stick and looked at people's faces. When he encountered anyone who was still awake, he would knock them unconscious with a stick.

"Hey! Didn't you see the yellow hair?" Liang Gong muttered to himself.

"Look for me!"

A gloomy voice suddenly came from behind Liang Gong. He immediately turned around and prepared to attack, but what caught his eye was a dark gun barrel.