Limitless Interpretations

If you die and lose your life, do you still care whether it is worth it?

There was a flash of brilliance, and he opened the gift bag in the mall warehouse. Then Yan Wan felt his hand sink, a blue glass bottle filled with unknown liquid, and a thin book.

"The one from the blue bottle..."

Yan Wang opened the cork and drank it in one gulp. He only felt waves of numbness coming from his body, and with the crackling sounds, his skinny body lifted up in vain and became stronger, and the muscles quickly condensed.

The abundant feeling of strength gave him an indescribable sense of fulfillment and comfort. His physique was much stronger than before, as if he had been exercising for many years.

As soon as he opened the first page of the experience book, it turned into a red light and penetrated into his head. Miscellaneous information continued to pour in and was quickly integrated.

"I have a splitting headache."

Yan Wan felt it, and the feeling of the huge battle memory being forcefully stuffed into his head was not that pleasant. But unlike drinking the potion, there is no change in body shape.

When he saw the question mark icon in the warehouse, the moment he opened it, five or six three-dimensional images were listed, ranging from switch knives and daggers to baseball bats and steel pipes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that these things were different from what he had seen before, and they had a cold and awe-inspiring feeling. Maybe this is what is called quality?

Naturally, the weapon must be chosen with an edge, as it can quickly render a person incapable of fighting. He ignored the sticks and the like, and after lingering for a long time, he finally chose the dagger that was about one foot long.

The switchblade is too short and the blade is too irritating. The dagger is just right and can be hidden.

"laugh……"

Holding the dagger, a familiar feeling came over him. Yan Wang pulled out a beautiful knife and casually scratched it on the bedside table. The wood fell with a sound, and the cut was smooth and without burrs.

Yan Wang touched the bedside table, couldn't help but sigh, and put the dagger on his waist. I looked at the time, it should be about the same. Grabbed the phone and walked out.

When he walked out of the garbage-strewn corridor and saw the scene on the street, Yan Wan still felt like he was in a trance. It was as if all this was false and he was dreaming, an extremely real dream.

Half an hour ago, I was still a homebody with weak limbs and never exercised. Now he is a gangster who has experienced hundreds of battles and has a physique comparable to that of a special soldier.

After being stunned for a while, Yan Wan took a hand in his pocket and walked towards the clothing store not far away, one step at a time. The tattoo on his chest reminded him that this was a fact, an established fact.

And he had no room to resist.

"Old Wang, bring me a jacket." The weather is getting cooler now, and it seems like winter is coming. Yan Wang felt that it was necessary to add an extra piece of clothing.

The boss who was greeting the guests turned around and saw Yan Wan, his face changed slightly, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he had to force a smile and said: "Brother Yan, are you trying to kill me? It's just a jacket, can you see it?" If it catches your eye, just pick whatever you like.”

At this time, Yan Wan had completely assumed the role of a gangster. He took the jacket casually and stood at the door without leaving. He raised his chin and looked inside: "Hey, let me tell you, where is your daughter, Lao Wang? Why didn't you see it today? Come to Xiaoai."

In the gangster's memory, Xiao Ai and him have known each other since childhood. But later, because he was living in society and Xiao Ai was studying, the two gradually drifted apart.

"Uh, oh, Xiao Ai is back, back to his hometown." The boss's eyelids trembled, and he said with a smile: "You can buy a pack of cigarettes with this little money..."

"Hey, that's so embarrassing."

Yan Wan refused, but quickly grabbed the two crumpled banknotes with his claws, put on his jacket with a proud look and left.

"Bah. Street boy." The smile on Lao Wang's face disappeared the moment he turned around, and was replaced by deep hatred and resentment.

For a gangster like Yan Wan, their small business couldn't afford to offend him, so they could only curse behind his back. But if we say that we should never dare to take revenge, it would be easy to beat up this little gangster Yan Wan, but who can afford the revenge from his society afterwards?

"Fortunately, Lao Wang has a keen eye." Yan Wan quickened his pace. He had no money in his pocket. This is the only way to do it.

I picked up two packs of cigarettes from the canteen. I smoked the cheap ones myself and gave the good ones to my elder brother. He didn't forget that he also had a task to buy cigarettes for him.

After lighting a cigarette, he fiddled with the antique mobile phone and found Brother Tian's number and dialed it. There was a blind sound, and then there was a loud noise. After a while, it gradually became quieter.

"Hey, Yan Zi, I'm staying at the game arcade on Chunyang Street. Come over here." Brother Tian said and hung up before Yan Wang could answer.

Yan Wan played with his cell phone, with a look of thought in his eyes: "You must first find an opportunity to leave an impression on some big bosses, and then you will have more opportunities to climb up."

He needs to make a name for himself and give himself a chance. The identity of a gangster has been locked, and this cannot be changed.

In this case, it is better to do the opposite, be a villain, and turn this novel into a gangster novel.

Moreover, this is a real world. Who says... bad guys can't defeat good guys?

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Longbao Street is where the dance hall that collects protection fees is located.

Recently, people from the New Fortune Club have been trying to seize control of Longbao Street. During this period, there were many armed fights between the two sides.

Longbao Street is particularly chaotic these days. Yan Wang was a little more vigilant and touched the dagger.

Not long after, Yan Wan came to Chunyang Street, found Brother Tian who was waiting for him at the door of the video hall, and handed him the cigarette in his pocket.

"It's a bit late. Let's go." Brother Tian tore open the package, took one in his mouth and let Yan Wan light it, puffed out a smoke ring comfortably, and walked towards the destination with figure-eight steps.

Ding, the mission is completed and you get 2 reward points.

Yan Wang narrowed his eyes and followed Brother Tian with a normal expression.

Cross the intersection and come to the door of the dance hall. Brother Tian took Yan Wan directly and walked in.

"Hey, Brother Tian, ​​why are you here? I'll go find..."

As soon as he walked in, a woman in her early thirties, wearing a high-cut cheongsam with a curvy figure, came up to her. Her charming smile seemed to take away Brother Tian's soul.

This is Sister Yun, the dance hall mommy. He was also a gangster at first, but later he quit the world and opened this dance hall in partnership with others, under Tianxing.

"Sister Yun, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you are swollen again. Let me rub it for you..." Feeling the amazing softness on his arm, Brother Tian unconsciously stretched out his evil claws.

"Disgusting~" Sister Yun knocked off his dirty hand and rolled her eyes at him.

"Something's wrong."

Yan Wan was keenly aware that although Sister Yun tried her best to hide it, her expression was still a bit unnatural. I keep glancing towards the bar out of the corner of my eye.

The experience book not only brings improvements in frontal combat, but also includes all-round enhancements in observation, stealth, etc.

To put it simply, he is now like a scout in the special forces, but a weakened copycat version.