Gu Shen was not drunk.

From beginning to end, he was completely sober.

So he heard every word and even every letter that the group of people on the street said, from their appearance to their stop.

From the man surrounded by the crowd, it was clear from his flashy attire that he was not someone who lived in the old city area... He must be a big shot living in the core area of the city, because his words and actions revealed disdain, belittlement, and contempt for the lower class.

But this was the first person Gu Shen had ever seen like this.

What was this... humiliation, insult, mockery?

If he cared, then it was all of them.

But Gu Shen never cared. He didn't have the time, energy, or capital to care.

So he treated it as if someone had farted in his ear, and it would dissipate when the wind blew.

He calmly patted the crow's back. "Let's go."

"Wait..."

Song Ci, wearing a heavy motorcycle helmet, finally caught his breath. The alcohol in his body awakened him like a lion, making him feel dizzy. He leaned against the wall and barely straightened his back. "What did that guy just say? Did he insult us?"

The crow's voice was loud and rough.

This voice immediately caught the attention of the man across the street.

"..."

The cowboy squinted his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Just now, he had been suppressed by a higher-level transcendent power in the abandoned factory, which made him hold a grudge. Now, he saw a drunkard who dared to speak disrespectfully to him...

He silently picked up his shotgun and walked towards the drunken duo.

Zhao Qi smiled and did not stop him.

Now he was not in a hurry to leave. With his hands crossed, he leaned against the wall calmly, with a faint smile on his face, quietly waiting for the next scene to unfold... He despised doing things like cleaning up trash and beating stray dogs, only because it would dirty his hands.

Gu Shen frowned and calmly watched the figure gradually approaching from the end of the alley.

Indeed, this was the capital city. It had all kinds of people. This cowboy man, smoking a pipe, did not hide the imposing shotgun on his shoulder... The presence of that shotgun gave him an extremely strong sense of oppression, and the burning sensation in his forehead even had a strong urge to emerge.

He had gotten into trouble.

"Tsk tsk... a transcendent, huh..."

Even in a drunken state, the crow's deepest fighting consciousness remained clear. In his bones, he was a warrior. Even if he was drunk to the point of unconsciousness, he would not forget his instinct to fight and struggle.

The cowboy furrowed his brows. In his opinion, the image of him holding a shotgun was enough to deter most drunks.

He believed that when the barrel of his gun was pressed against the drunkard's head, even a drunk who had drunk a ton of alcohol would instantly sober up.

He raised his gun.

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The silent barrel was pressed against the hard motorcycle helmet.

"Ahaha... buddy... don't point that thing at me..."

Unexpectedly, even with a shotgun pressed against his head, the drunkard in front of him remained calm, and his voice was friendly as he reminded, "The East Continents Federation has regulations that good citizens are not allowed to carry firearms on the streets."

The cowboy said coldly, "Do you think I look like a good citizen?"

"Hmm... you have a point."

The crow reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun, slowly moving it aside. In a lazy tone, he said, "Is this loaded with 12-gauge silver bullets? Don't accidentally fire it. If I pull the trigger, I'm not joking... someone will die."

The cowboy was stunned.

From the moment the crow's finger touched the barrel of the gun, a tremendous pressure spread inch by inch, from the barrel to his whole body.

It was as if a pair of big hands were pressing down on his shoulders, and the heavy pressure made him feel like he was sinking in mud. The finger resting on the trigger couldn't even move a millimeter... No, not only could he not pull the trigger, he felt that even breathing had become difficult.

Damn it!

He looked at the man in front of him in horror, but could only see the blurry, drunken eyes behind the motorcycle helmet.

This was a transcendent... and a very powerful one!

In the eyes of the cowboy's companions in the alley, his actions seemed normal.

The shotgun was already pressed against the drunkard's head, so what could be abnormal?

The crow tremblingly extended a finger and pointed at the man surrounded by the crowd in the distance. It wasn't clear in his eyes because he had drunk too much, and he didn't know if he had pointed correctly.

Song Ci mumbled incoherently, "Do you remember what I just said? That guy must be a big shot. It would feel great to punch him in the face."

Gu Shen looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Do you want to fight?" The crow grinned, and he quietly suggested, "Let's fight and then run away."

The crow had a mysterious charm. He would run like an ostrich in the old city area wearing flip-flops, and he would use his fists to brutally beat the person who slandered him in the face.

He lived in the orderly capital city, but his actions went against these rules and regulations.

Since he couldn't change this environment, he might as well use his own actions to give a big middle finger to the top of the capital city's pyramid.

A punch to the face of a big shot.

What would be shattered was not just a few teeth.

It was the high and mighty rules.

Gu Shen fell silent for a moment. When the old cowboy approached, perhaps less than ten steps away, he asked himself such a question.

Was there a moment when he also had the same impulse as the crow, wanting to smash his fist into the face of a big shot he despised?Perhaps the Lion's Awakening Liquor wasn't entirely useless.

At least at this moment, Gu Shen felt as if a pair of eyes that had never been opened before were now wide awake within his body. His blood was boiling, scorching hot, as if a lion had awakened within him.

So the young man asked softly, "Can we beat them?"

The crow responded cheerfully, "Of course."

Gu Shen asked again, "Can we escape?"

The crow laughed heartily, "Of course!"

"Then..."

Gu Shen said honestly, "I want to give it a try."

The moment his words fell.

The crow suddenly squatted and rose, delivering a heavy punch to the cowboy's chin. The shotgun trigger was pulled with great difficulty at this moment, a loud bang breaking the silence of the long night. The large bullet that roared out of the barrel deviated from its original trajectory, whistling past Song Ci's motorcycle helmet, directly smashing the street lamp next to the alley into pieces. The fragments of the lampshade flew all over the sky, a man flew up like a sandbag, blood and teeth spewing out, falling down with the fragments.

This scene stunned Zhao Qi and the accompanying Transcendents.

"Get on."

The crow straddled the motorcycle, twisted the throttle to the max, the off-road tires roared angrily on the ground, like a wild horse that could break free at any moment. Gu Shen reacted extremely quickly, flipping onto the back seat the moment the crow spoke. Accompanied by the falling broken light, the front half of the powerful red motorcycle lifted high, heading towards the small wall at the corner of the alley—

"Quick—protect—"

Zhao Qi had just opened his mouth.

The word "me" hadn't even come out.

All he could see was a huge black shadow.

It was a massive heavy-duty motorcycle, almost covering Zhao Qi's entire field of vision.

Everything happened too fast, no one would have thought that a drunken man, with a clear sense of direction, could plan such a precise action. Someone drew a long knife from his waist to fight back, only to be kicked away by the drunken man on the motorcycle in the next moment. The power of this kick was even greater than the shotgun's bullet, the entire wall of the alley was collapsed, the man who drew the knife had lost consciousness, half of his body embedded in the broken wall.

Recalling the cowboy's fate, everyone was stunned. Master Zhao said this drunkard was a stray dog, but now it seemed, this was an undoubted mad dog.

So a funny and ironic scene occurred—

Master Zhao, who was roaming the old city at night, and his "loyal" guards, almost no one dared to risk their lives to stop that motorcycle in the critical moment. The roaring motorcycle advanced destructively.

One after another, figures were sent flying.

In a narrow path, the brave wins. Those who harbored thoughts of retreat did not deserve to win this duel in the narrow alley!

In the end, only a lonely and helpless Zhao Qi was left, watching the huge shadow press down in anger, fear, and dread...

In front of him, a fist finally appeared.

To his relief, it wasn't the huge fist of the drunken mad dog, but from the young man on the back seat of the motorcycle... the young man whose face was filled with simplicity, kindness, and eagerness.

Some things are irresistible, you can only choose to accept...

The young man's fist didn't look very big, it shouldn't hurt that much, right?

With a "boom"!

Zhao Qi felt as if his cheek had been hit by a heavy hammer, all his consciousness was knocked out of his body, he seemed to feel his bones trembling, his facial muscles twitching.

The fist wasn't big.

But it was hard.

He seemed to be flying, at least his feet were off the ground.

Lightly floating up.

Heavily falling down.

The bustling street fell into a long silence after the last roar of the throttle, amidst the angry curses of the old city residents, the two mad dogs sped away in a cloud of dust.

"How does it feel?!"

Song Ci twisted the throttle to the max, swaying his body, he whistled cheerfully, celebrating the victory of this wild party.

The old city in the dead of night had been left far behind, the broken alley lights, and the old mottled walls, all disappeared into the night. The motorcycle headed towards the deserted outskirts, the silence here was like heaven.

The young man sitting in the back seat didn't respond for a long time.

Gu Shen just silently looked at his fist, on which some blood remained... it wasn't his, it was that of the rich young master.

He had used his blazing power, enveloping his fist.

Before he made a move, he had considered the trouble that might be caused by his punch. The blaze burned any biological scent that might have been left at the scene, the crow's vomit, and any fingerprints that might have been left unintentionally.

He hit, he ran, and he was never seen again.

"You were right..."

Gu Shen exhaled softly, laughing, "Beating up the privileged, it really feels good."