This martial god is too extreme

The flames leaped and rose, burning the entire restaurant.

The man's shrill laughter was very shrill in the sunset.

"Hahahaha! Old man, you're going to sue me at the fucking Martial Arts Department?"

"Will it work? What the fuck is the use!"

"Do you know what the word privilege means? I'm a warrior, a privileged class, do you understand the words political immunity!"

"Don't even mention not paying for a meal. Even if I burn your store now, the Martial Arts Department won't care."

The man's voice was sharp and piercing, and the force of his feet became stronger and stronger, pressing Uncle Gong, who was originally trying to stand up, to the ground.

The mud and sand stained with sewage were all on Uncle Gong's wrinkled face.

There were many people hiding in their homes watching, but no one dared to stand up.

Someone secretly recorded the video with a mobile phone. The man not only did not dodge, but even deliberately became more arrogant, like an actor who was performing hard.

Times have changed. No one knows what the privileges of warriors represent.

But there is a saying circulating in the market, that is, warriors who kill ordinary people do not need to pay with their lives!

Of course, this privilege rule has not been recognized anywhere, but it has spread strangely.

And now, when a warrior whose power makes people despair, vents wantonly in the name of privilege at this moment...

The two words "privilege" are like a mountain, with deep negative pressure.

The car of the Public Security Bureau was parked not far away, but the security guards in the car always watched all this happen, and dared not make any moves.

Until this moment, the changes that the warrior privilege will bring to Zuxing finally appeared in the eyes of the world.

"Old man, don't say burn your store, even if I crush your head now, in the end you will be detained for a few days at most and then released, do you believe it?"

The man's voice became more and more gloomy and cold, but the tone was very strange.

"Fuck! I'm wearing such a layer of skin, can I just watch!" A young security guard in the car couldn't stand it anymore, he cursed angrily, picked up a gun and rushed out.

But the old security guard in the main car held his wrist.

"Don't go!"

"The Public Security Bureau is not qualified to manage warrior incidents!"

"The security behavior of warriors is controlled by the Martial Arts Department, this is a privilege!"

The old security guard said word by word: "He set the fire in front of us, and the fire set above is a privilege!!"

"If you go to manage it now, you can only become a piece of firewood in the fire!"

The young security guard didn't quite understand the deep meaning of his master's words, but he knew one thing, that is, if he wanted to manage this matter now, he might die.

"Aren't warriors protectors born to protect the Federation?"

"Aren't warriors the cornerstones of the Federation after the life level is extremely sublimated?"

The security guard weakly hit his head against the platform in front of him. He still remembers the Federation's introduction to martial arts and warriors when the martial arts exam was announced and the martial arts were deployed.

Warriors should be the Federation's spears against all races, but why is the first fire at the muzzle of the gun now aimed at ordinary people on the ancestral star?

Is this what warriors are like?

The security guard thought so.

The next moment! !

Bang! !

Boom! ! !

The arrogant figure was blown away by some terrifying force in an instant.

Amid the smoke, a young man appeared there at some point. He squatted on the ground and helped Uncle Gong up, not caring about the mud on his body.

"Xiao Tu, it's Xiao Tu"

Uncle Gong's mouth was a little pale, and his face was not very good. He looked at the child in front of him who he had seen grow up, with a look of unspeakable sadness.

Su Tu's parents were away on business all year round. Once they forgot to leave living expenses for Su Tu. At that time, Su Tu was very hungry. When passing by the restaurant, Uncle Gong, who was still young at the time, stopped Su Tu.

Uncle Gong stuttered and said that he had researched a new dish and wanted to ask Su Tu, a little guest, to try it.

Now that I think about it, Uncle Gong really can't lie. When did pig stomach chicken become a new dish? It was clearly a clumsy lie that he couldn't bear to see a child starving.

In the first semester of senior year, Su Tu was busy with schoolwork. It was often past eleven when he finished his evening classes. There was always a light on in the restaurant that should have closed early.

"Uncle, I'm hungry. I want to eat pig stomach and chicken." Su Tu supported Uncle Gong, his voice gentle, as before.

Uncle Gong tried to force a smile, but in the end his smile was uglier than crying.

"You can't eat it anymore. Uncle's shop is gone." Two lines of turbid tears flowed from Uncle Gong's eyes.

Su Tu wanted to say something.

But that noisy and annoying voice sounded.

"Puh, puh, puh, damn, you made me mouthful of dirt."

"Boy, are you a fucking warrior too?" The man climbed up from the ground, tilting his neck, and the aura on his body burst out without any concealment.

Qi was like a strong wind, enveloping the body.

A warrior with a hundred orifices!

Su Tu ignored him, but helped Uncle Gong sit on a stone beside him.

"Xiao Tu, that man is a warrior, you..."

"Uncle Gong, he is not a warrior, he is not worthy." Su Tu said softly.

When the man heard this, he curled his lips and showed his yellow teeth.

"Damn, where did this fool come from, to sing against me for a mud leg?"

"Look at what I have, a warrior with a hundred orifices, understand? A hundred orifices!!"

The man said arrogantly, and the aura around him continued to surge.

"Why did you burn down the restaurant?" Su Tu stood up and walked towards the man, asking word by word.

The man came over and said, "Ask that old guy, I came to his place to eat and he asked me for money?"

"Didn't I count the Ancestral Star's privileges as a warrior? So what kind of privileges would it be if I gave you money? Of course I didn't give it. But this old guy actually went to the Martial Arts Department to report me."

"Can I let him go?"

The man's voice was loud, as if he was speaking deliberately for everyone to hear.

"Boy, are you a local warrior from the Ancestral Star? From which family? Stop pretending, I'm just being ordered to cause trouble."

"Let's play for a while and save some blood from jumping on you."

Although his words were tough, they actually had a hint of submission, giving Su Tu a chance to step down.

Su Tu understood what he meant by 'being ordered to cause trouble'.

I also saw that this person’s behavior was very wrong.

But at this moment, Su Tu was more concerned about the other person's other words.

"You didn't give me the money and burned down Uncle Gong's shop. Now you want to kill Uncle Gong?"

"Is this the truth?"

He looked at the man seriously.

"Reason? That's bullshit. If you could be reasonable, I wouldn't want this privilege!" the man said.

"This is the privilege granted to me by the Martial Arts Division!"

Then, he actually bypassed Su Tu and went straight to Uncle Gong.

Su Tu's intuition told him at this moment that the other party was really capable of killing people!

"It turns out that privilege allows you to kill people at will."

As the man was walking, he suddenly heard Su Tu's voice ringing in his ears.

An inexplicable sense of crisis arose in my heart.

"Not good!" He thought to himself, and turned around quickly, but he didn't see the young man in front of him, only a fleeting shadow.

The third-level body technique is in vain!

The next moment!

An unimaginable pain came, and his arms were pinched by Su Tu who appeared in front of him at an unknown moment.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He let out a cry, and there was a crisp sound from his arm, which was the sound of bones being broken.

The intense pain engulfed his mind, but he didn't wait for the next cry.

Click~

He only felt that he was dwarfed. He didn't even see the movements of the boy in front of him clearly, and the knees of both legs were instantly shattered.

"Kneel down and apologize."

The young man's voice sounded cold, without any emotion, like a cold wind passing through his mind.

It made his whole body tremble, and he didn't understand why a young warrior who didn't know everything could have such terrifying killing power.

At this time, the sun was setting, and a corner of the pale moon was hanging in the sky. Under the moonlight, Su Tu stood against the light, his eyes cold.

The warrior who was aloft had all his limbs broken and was lying on the ground, as if...

a dog.