67: Boss, two pounds of pork, please!

"Boss! Give me two catties of pork!"

A handsome young man walked up to a pork stall and spoke to the boss.

The boss paused, then revealed a silly smile: "Alright! Would you like the fatty part or the leaner part?"

The young man raised an eyebrow: "Can I choose however I want?"

The boss nodded quickly: "Of course! Who doesn't know I've been selling pork for two and a half years? Every household says my service is great!"

The young man nodded, then pointed to a piece of pork that was half-fat and half-lean: "Well, give me this piece, but separate the fat from the lean."

The boss's expression stiffened, and he said with some difficulty: "Little brother, you're making things a bit hard for me..."

"Hard? Then... I'll pay more!"

The young man waved his hand, and a stack of bills appeared in it.

The boss hesitated.

The young man said with a beaming smile: "Boss, you wouldn't be uninterested in money, would you?"

The boss hurriedly waved his hands: "Of course not. Fine, wait a moment, I'll slice it for you."

The boss had no choice but to follow the young man's request and separate the fat from the lean.

From time to time, the young man's voice drifted over: "Remember, the fatty part can't have any lean meat, and the lean part can't have any fat!"

Boss: "..."

Damn it! What kind of weirdo is this?

After working for more than twenty minutes, the boss finally packed two bags of pork, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Tsk tsk, Boss, you're not very good! Your body is a bit weak." The young man teased.

"Haha, is that so? Maybe I'm just used to working from dawn till dusk." The boss laughed awkwardly.

The young man stared at the boss, eyes narrowed, and said: "Boss, I have a keen sense of smell. How come I smell blood on you?"

Hearing this, the boss's body stiffened, then he pretended to be nonchalant and laughed: "Pfft! We kill pigs every day, of course there's a smell of blood."

The young man remained beaming: "Is that so?"

"Handsome, your pork is ready. It's twenty-eight yuan in total. Let's just round it off, thirty is fine."

"?"

The young man was stunned, then immediately continued: "I just thought about it, I don't want the pork anymore. Give me two pig intestines, that stuff is delicious."

The boss's face stiffened, then his gaze turned cold: "Friend, why do I feel like you're here to cause trouble?"

This punk had long hair; he looked like one of those delinquents!

The young man was none other than Qi Tian, and he said cheerfully: "Boss, you're wrong. It's not 'like'—it is!"

A trace of killing intent flashed across the boss's expression, and he said calmly: "If you want to cause trouble, I'm calling the police!"

"Call the police? Who are you going to report?"

The young man stroked his chin and muttered to himself: "Are you going to arrest me, a genius from the Martial Academy? Or are you going to arrest yourself, a Cultist?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the boss's expression changed wildly. He threw the two bags of pork at Qi Tian and turned to run!

Qi Tian dodged the attack and muttered: "Wasting food is truly shameful."

Meanwhile, the butcher fled frantically with his meat cleaver. He quickly passed through the crowd and arrived at a small alley!

"Hello."

At this moment, a tall figure blocked his retreat.

The pork stall boss's eyes turned cold, and he hid the meat cleaver behind his back: "What do you want?"

Xiao Yuan scratched his head and smiled foolishly: "Um, can I hit you?"

"What the hell?"

Before the pork stall boss could react, Xiao Yuan's fist, which was bigger than a sandbag, swung over!

The former was startled, instantly revealing the meat cleaver, and slashed down at Xiao Yuan!

The speed and force were extremely vicious!

Clang!

A metallic collision sound rang out, sparking flames.

The meat cleaver boss's pupils shrank; his blade had actually chipped!

Looking at Xiao Yuan's fist, there was a thick layer of earth armor protecting it!

"A Second-Rank Martial Artist!"

The pork stall boss frowned, and just as he was about to attack, a sense of fatal crisis lingered in his heart!

The meat cleaver boss instinctively lunged to the side!

Whoosh!

A battle blade was embedded where he had been standing!

A Xiu's figure appeared.

The Cultist narrowed his eyes: "Two Second-Ranks..."

"Wrong! There are three!"

Following this voice, Qi Tian walked over unhurriedly.

The pork stall boss stared at him intently; this bastard in front of him was the one who bought his pork!

"Don't look at me like that, Old Jin." Qi Tian said cheerfully.

The pork stall boss looked shocked: "How do you know who I am?"

Qi Tian calmly took out an A4 sheet of paper and said faintly: "Jin Ma Liu, male, thirty-two years old, a Second-Rank late-stage Metal-element Martial Artist. Sentenced to ten years in prison for manslaughter, escaped halfway through to join a Cultist organization, no wife, no children, no parents—a 'three-no' individual..."

The Cultist's expression became grave.

He didn't expect that after hiding his identity for so long, he would still be dug up!

And they even knew what underwear he'd been wearing recently!

"I didn't kill anyone. What right do you have to come after me?"

Qi Tian sneered: "Didn't kill anyone? The stench of blood on you is almost choking me to death! Besides, Cultist people deserve to die!"

"Hmph! In that case! Come on then! With just you few brats, you can't kill me!"

Jin Ma Liu looked confident. He was a Cultist who had killed many people, after all. When it came to ruthlessness, these brats couldn't catch up to him!

Just as Qi Tian was about to speak, A Xiu had already rushed toward the opponent!

"Hey! At least wait for me to give the order!"

Qi Tian yelled and pounced as well!

At first, it was indeed difficult to suppress the opponent, and his moves were vicious. The three youths gradually sustained injuries, but in the end, two fists were no match for four hands, and Jin Ma Liu was soon beaten to a pulp!

He lay on the ground, wailing.

Qi Tian clutched his aching arm, walked slowly in front of him, and tsked: "So hard to fight! Much stronger than that Tang Shan guy."

Tang Shan: "???"

A Xiu said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense."

People die from talking too much!

Qi Tian shrugged and took a step back: "You finish him off."

A Xiu remained expressionless and walked toward the opponent with her blade.

Jin Ma Liu's expression suddenly panicked, and he trembled: "Wait! I have something to say!"

A Xiu's eyes turned cold, and she raised her blade to strike!

"I know the whereabouts of other Cultist members!"

Jin Ma Liu hurriedly yelled.

Stop!

The blade hovered ten centimeters above his head.

Qi Tian raised an eyebrow: "Oh? That's really quite something."

"Speak."

Jin Ma Liu gritted his teeth and said: "If I tell you, will you spare me?"

Hearing this, Qi Tian rushed in front of him, his size 43 sole printing directly onto his face, and said disdainfully: "You don't have the qualifications to negotiate with us! Speak!"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Jin Ma Liu's eyes, though his face looked terrified: "They are at..."

Whoosh!

In the next second, Jin Ma Liu's figure surged instantly, pouncing toward Qi Tian!

Even if he died, he would take one down with him!

However, Qi Tian just looked at his movements coldly.

Jin Ma Liu's heart skipped a beat, thinking something was wrong.

However, it was already too late!

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, fresh blood splattered!