Devil Fruit of the City

"It turned out to be Mr. Su, but even if you are Mr. Su, you can't just wrong people like this." The young man's expression changed several times, and he finally endured it, "Tell me how much money you have in your wallet?"

The balance in the bald old man's heart tilted violently, and he hesitated: "This, it's not much..."

"How much money is there in your wallet?" The young man was talking, and he fumbled casually from his bag, and took out a large handful of red banknotes.

As if in a demonstration, he shook the glowing red bills, which made a crisp crackling sound, and then threw them on the ground viciously.

In an instant, I don't know how many old people's heads were scattered all over the ground, they were extremely attractive, and the eyes of the people around them were hot for a while. If there was no one watching, they might have snatched them immediately.  Urban Devil Fruit 471

The bald old man glanced at it, and knew that the thief was definitely not this young man. There is no thief who has more money than others, not to mention that all the clothes this young man is wearing are famous brands, and all of them are expensive. There is no need to be a thief. A profession where everyone shouts and beats.

He sighed, his old face turned red immediately, and he said in a deep voice, "I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter when I get back. Today, today, I am really sorry."

"Then I'll wait." The young man's face is burning hot now. Although his grievances have been cleared, it is impossible for him to forget the humiliation just now.

But the old man in front of him is not a simple character, even his own father has to be respectful to this old man, it is impossible for him to do anything to him, so he can only bear it.

However, now he didn't have the face to stay here any longer, so he could only angrily push away the crowd and strode away. He didn't want to pick up the notes on the ground, anyway, the money was just a small amount to him.

"Xiao Gao, pick up the money, and we will send it back later." The bald old man ordered a young man beside him. The latter nodded, and then went to pick up all the money in the ground.

The young man left angrily, but at this time Tang Tianyou gradually felt that something was wrong. Now that the young man who was most likely to be a thief was excluded, the only one left was himself. But the problem is, now who would believe that he is not a thief at all?

Sure enough, after the young man left, the uncles and aunts who were watching seemed to be looking at Tang Tianyou, their eyes were very strange, they were whispering, whispering, and so on.

Especially Su Min, with a flash of excitement in her eyes, staring at Tang Tianyou with a more certain look in her heart, now she no longer has any doubts in her heart, the thief is sure of the boy opposite, her reasoning is indeed correct!

"It's probably useless for me to say anything now." Tang Tianyou said helplessly.

The bald old man shook his head, sighed, and was about to speak, but Su Min who was beside him shouted first: "Shameless thief, how dare you argue! If it's not you, who else!"

Of the two men who squeezed in behind her, one of them in a suit took a step forward and yelled, "Look at this kid who stole things so arrogantly and so confidently, maybe his parents are also repeat offenders! For education, take it back first and then talk about it!"

"I'm spoiled by your mother!" Tang Tianyou was furious. There was nothing more irritating than hearing these words. He strode forward and punched the suit's chest.

Although he punched out of anger, he still maintained a bit of rationality, and he would not kill people as soon as he shot. He just wanted to teach the suit a simple lesson.

The man retreated sharply, raised his left hand to block his neck, and kicked him with his right leg in a jerk. The movement was very sensitive, and there was a crackling sound in the air, which was obviously not weak.

Unexpectedly, this man in a suit is actually a practicing family.

On the other hand, Tang Tianyou sneered, not dodging or blocking, he punched upright, a force like a flood flooded up, and there were several crackling sounds.

The man in the suit screamed, flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground, hugging his broken leg, rolling in pain.

Tang Tianyou's eyes turned hard, and he suddenly became murderous. If he wants to delay the death of this man from serious injuries, he has many techniques to achieve.  Urban Devil Fruit 471

"Crack!" Suddenly he heard the surrounding crowd exclaim in surprise, as if they saw something incredible.

"Don't move!" A deep male voice sounded, threatening.

Tang Tianyou froze all over. On his right side, another man had a solemn face, holding a black caliber 2 pistol in both hands and facing him, only two or three meters away from him.

This distance is enough to ensure that any crappy shooter can hit any target, not to mention that the man with the gun is a real sharpshooter, without exception.

A strong sense of danger—continuously stimulating Tang Tianyou's nerves, the small black muzzle of the gun seemed to exude the abyssal breath of death, and even the surrounding people were so frightened that they involuntarily took a step back.

After all, guns are such a dangerous thing that most Chinese residents can only watch them on TV or in movies, but it is difficult to come across them in reality.

"What do you want to do?"

Tang Tianyou stared at the man with the gun. Although he was sure of dodging the bullets, he was really not suitable for doing such unthinkable things in public, so he resisted the urge to kill the man.

"What do you want to do?! You beat my brother, and you still want to ask me why. You are very arrogant. How dare you beat someone after stealing something? How many brushes do you have? Is this what you rely on?! But now, be honest with me. point, or don't blame me for the gun going off."

Just as he was talking, the man holding the gun pointed at Tang Tianyou, but suddenly approached quickly, bang! With a single blow, a whip kicked hard on Tang Tianyou's thigh who was being pointed at by the gun, as if he wanted to teach Tang Tianyou a lesson.

But Tang Tianyou remained motionless, standing on the spot as if nothing had happened, but the man with the gun felt as if he had kicked on the steel plate, and a strong shock returned to him.

He staggered suddenly from the shock, and took two steps to the left to stabilize his center of gravity. A burning pain came from the thigh. A sharp pain from the bones kept gushing out, and the man with the gun knew that his thighbone might be slightly fractured.

Looking up, the man with the gun saw the disdain and sarcasm on Tang Tianyou's face, and seemed to be saying, is this all you can do?

Angry!

As if his head was going to explode, the face of the man with the gun turned red, and he wanted to rush forward again, and beat Tang Tianyou hard.

At this time, the bald old man next to him spoke out:

"Stop it, Gao Qian!"