One Piece's Gluttony

Chen Mo did not answer his question, but looked at Ah San, who was so frightened that he was sitting on the other side, and said with a smile on his face: "You know how to do it, right?"

Well, Ah San had a look of hesitation on his face and looked at a few people, but when he thought of Chen Mo's methods, he immediately shouted to Scar Qiang and the others: "Take out your wallet and all the valuables on you."

"Are you looking for death? Who gave you the courage to ask me to hand over my wallet?" Scar Qiang stared at Ah San with a fierce expression.

Scar was obviously strong, and as the boss he was quite dignified. Being so frightened by him, Ah San didn't dare to speak for a moment.

"Can I give it to you?" Chen Mo waved the steel pipe in his hand and looked at him with a smile.

Dao Scarqiang, who was furious, felt as if his anger was extinguished by a basin of cold water when he heard these words. He looked at Chen Mo in front of him, and then he remembered that he was now a piece of fish on someone else's chopping board and was being slaughtered by others. How dare he

Don’t obey?

"I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry, brother. It's my fault. I'll take it right away."

As soon as they saw Dao Baqiang take out his wallet, the other three people saw that their boss had taken it out, and they quickly handed over their wallets and gave them to Ah San.

Seeing the boss and three companions handing over their wallets to him, Ah San couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in his heart.

At this moment, Ah San remembered that the boss was still wearing a gold necklace, and then walked over and said to him: "Boss, can you hand over the gold necklace you have?"

"I'll go, I really gave you some shame, didn't I?" Scar Qiang angrily slapped Ah San on the head.

Holding his head, Ah San looked at Chen Mo with aggrieved eyes.

"Why does it look like Brother Qiang is unwilling?" Chen Mo still had a smile on his face, but in their eyes, it looked like a devil's smile.

"Don't dare, don't dare, I'm wrong, I'll take off the gold necklace from my neck immediately." Scar Qiang scolded all 18 generations of Asan's ancestors in his heart, but he didn't dare to face Chen Mo,

Dissatisfied.

He could only reluctantly take off the gold necklace around his neck and hand it to Ah San. Seeing the boss's appearance, Ah San instantly felt that he was awesome.

After collecting all the money in the wallet, he took out the money in the wallet, nodded and handed it to Chen Mo respectfully, and said respectfully: "A total of 372 yuan, and a gold bar, brother."

"I'll go, no way. After all, you are still as poor as five grown men. The total of all of you is only 372 yuan and 50 cents. Chen Mo originally thought that there would be so many people this time, and there would be a big brother-level person on the stage.

At least I could grab a few hundred or even a thousand dollars. I didn't expect that I didn't even get 500 yuan. Fortunately, I still had a big gold chain this time.

With a disappointed look on his face, Chen Mo casually threw the 50-cent steel bungee towards Ah San and said, "I'll reward you with a tip."

After putting away the banknotes and gold necklace, Chen Mo said with a smile: "Brother Qiang, right?"

"No, no, no, you should just call me Dao Scarqiang." Dao Scarqiang quickly waved his hands in fear. He thought that Chen Mo didn't want to let him go like this and wanted to settle a score with them.

"It's up to you. In fact, I'm a very talkative person. I won't offend anyone unless they offend me. I'll let you off this time, but I hope you remember that only three things happen. If you dare to come to me for trouble next time, it will be a shame.

Such a stick."

After that, Chen Mo broke the steel rod that was almost seven to eight centimeters thick in his hand. Seeing several people stunned, they couldn't help but have the same doubt in their hearts, who is this guy? This kind of strength is not something ordinary people can do.

It can be done.

"Don't dare, don't dare, how dare we bother you, big brother?" the top eight said with a sad face.

"Well, we are destined to meet again." After saying that, Chen Mo walked straight out of the alley.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Chen Mo, the evil god, was finally gone. They did not expect that they and others had been robbing others, and one day they were actually robbed.

After walking for a while, Chen Mo got on the bus. With her amazing memory, she vaguely remembered that when the clerk introduced the surroundings of this community yesterday, he mentioned that there was a commercial street nearby.

Just take the No. 7 bus station and drive two stops to Xia Zhang Food Street.

After getting off the car, Chen Mo first went to a barber shop and got a haircut with the most popular middle parting, a good flute, neat clothes, and a long hair parted in the middle. At this time, Chen Mo turned out to be a handsome guy.

Although he is not the kind that is earth-shatteringly handsome, he can still rely on his face to earn a living.

He looked in the mirror with satisfaction. After all, no one cares about his appearance. After arriving at the supermarket, he simply bought some daily necessities, as well as some staple food and snacks, and then took the No. 7 bus back to the community.

As soon as he went back and put down his things, Chen Mo lay on the bed happily. On his first day in Yangcheng City, Chen Mo didn't expect so many things to happen. Fortunately, everything went very smoothly under his own strength.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Mo was sitting on the bed, running the Xuanyi Heart Sutra in his body. The spiritual energy floating between heaven and earth continuously gathered into his body, flowed continuously from his internal organs, and finally poured into his Dantian.

At the beginning of the 20th century, it was already the end of the Great Dao, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was turbid.

Only at seven o'clock in the morning, when the purple energy rises in the east, the spiritual energy is not as turbid as usual, and it has an hour to operate and practice. Otherwise, if you practice at other times, most of the spiritual energy absorbed into the body will be turbid.

Cultivation is harmful and has no benefit.

This is why there are fewer and fewer practitioners in the world now. First, over time, most of the inheritance of magic has been lost.

In addition, the spiritual energy of Taoism dissipates before the end of the year. Unless there is a special method, there is only one hour per day to practice. This directly leads to the fact that the practice of practitioners in this era is extremely slow and difficult.

Moreover, the path of cultivation is inherently more difficult step by step. The higher the level, the more spiritual power is required, and the greater the difficulty of breaking through. Even though Chen Mo is only at the third level of the warlock, compared to most people in the last years of Taoism

As a practitioner, his realm is considered high.

An hour later, Chen Mo stood up again, feeling the results of his practice just now, and obviously found that he was much slower than usual. There was nothing that could be done about it. The spiritual energy in big cities was already more turbid than in the mountains, so his practice speed dropped.

It is inevitable.

However, Chen Mo was not discouraged because he felt more and more that his innate body was about to awaken. As long as he could practice to the fifth level of the warlock, Chen Mo would be 90% sure of awakening the innate body. By then, his cultivation speed would be absolutely great.

The magnitude soared.

The gentle breeze blows by, relaxing the mind. The Xuanyi Neijing is running in the body, and wisps of weak spiritual energy form an internal circulation in the body, feeding back to itself.

After completing the practice, Chen Mo felt that his whole body was full of strength.

He sat up from the bed, washed himself, and was about to buy breakfast when he saw a lean young man with long hair and glasses walking out of the room next to him.

Chen Mo then remembered that he was living in a shared apartment with others. Looking at him like this, he should have come back very late yesterday and got up so early, making him look tired.

"Hello, you must be my new roommate. My name is Li Zhaoquan. You are welcome to share a room with me." Li Zhaoquan extended his hand to greet him warmly.

"Hello, my name is Chen Mo, and I am very happy to be your roommate." From Li Zhaoquan's attitude at the beginning, Chen Mo could find that he should be easy to get along with. If others are so polite, he will naturally not show off his face.

He extended his hand to shake hands with Li Zhaoquan.

"Are you going out to have breakfast?" Li Zhaoquan asked.

"Yes, do you want to come together?" Chen Mo responded politely.

"No, go on your own! It's too late for me to go to work. I have to wash up first and then go to work right away." Li Zhaoquan smiled awkwardly.

"Okay." Chen Mo continued to say a few polite words, and then walked out the door to have breakfast.

I casually went to eat a bowl of noodle paste. On the way back, Chen Mo saw a group of people gathered around. There was thick smoke coming from inside, as if there was a car accident.

Since there was nothing to do in the morning anyway, Chen Mo also walked over to join in the fun. An uncle who looked about 40 years old was lying on the ground unconscious. Blood was constantly flowing from his forehead, and his chest was also covered in wounds.

A piece of iron stabbed him, and blood kept pouring out.

When Chen Mo came over, the ambulance just arrived. Two medical nurses were preparing a stretcher and were about to carry the patient into the ambulance.

At this moment, a voice sounded.

"Stop. He has lost too much blood from the wound on his body, and the wound is getting worse and bigger. Under such circumstances, he must be treated here urgently, otherwise he will be completely cold by the time he is taken to the hospital."

Chen Mo stood up from the crowd and said that he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when he thought that he was destined to see it, he couldn't ignore it.

"You little brat, what are you talking about? Don't delay the doctor's treatment, okay? When the life of our director is threatened, can you take responsibility?"

A man with scars on his face reprimanded. From his words, it can be concluded that the uncle who was hit is a director. It is not difficult to guess that he should be the driver of the director.

"It's up to you. That's all I've said. If you insist on being sent to the hospital for treatment, I don't care." Chen Mo stood up to save people with good intentions. Since others don't believe it, why should he be hot-faced and cold-hearted?

The doctors were hesitant. They only stopped the bleeding from the patient's injuries. What the little boy said made sense. Indeed, with the uncle's injuries, it was very likely that he would have died on the road.

However, children's words have no authority after all, so they still choose to send the patient to the hospital for treatment.

Just as he was about to close the car door, he said, "Wait a minute, what this kid said makes sense. Emergency treatment must be done on site, otherwise the patient will not survive the hospital with his injuries."

This old and energetic tone attracted the attention of everyone present.

Seeing this person, some people's expressions did not change. The old man who said this was none other than Song Shuming, a professor of traditional Chinese medicine.

Doctors naturally know the professor of Chinese medicine. They may not believe what the child says, but they will definitely believe what the professor of Chinese medicine says.

"Mr. Huang, why are you here?" An older doctor came down and said.

I just happened to be passing by, but now I need to treat the patient's injuries first. The longer the delay is, the more dangerous the patient will be.

"Okay, Mr. Huang, please get in the car." The elderly doctor quickly invited Mr. Huang to get in the car.

Before getting in the car, Huang Shuming glanced at Chen Mo. He had a deep memory of this little guy. He had just been slapped in the face by him not long ago, and now he could point out the problem with one word. It seemed that this little guy wasn't the one last time.

Mistakenly, medical skills cannot be underestimated.

As the ambulance door closed, the people surrounding it began to talk.

"I didn't expect that what this little guy said was actually true. Does he really know medical skills at such a young age?" A woman asked the person next to her.

"I don't know if I know medical skills. I just know that someone's face must be in pain right now." A bald man said mockingly.

Everyone's eyes turned to the driver. At this moment, the driver wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. It was really a slap in the face.