170: Chapter 167 He escaped already?

Although Li Changsheng was so fierce and bold, he had not acted without thinking before striking.

Just like just now, if he hadn't discovered beforehand that this group was wearing bulletproof vests, he wouldn't have dared to be so reckless, nor would he have been foolish enough to use a human body as a shield.

Ever since that time, Li Changsheng had specifically studied a bit of knowledge regarding firearms and bullets.

It was mainly to understand their penetrating power, lethality, as well as range, rate of fire, and the like.

This was so that if he encountered armed personnel again, he would have a good idea of what to expect.

In some of those over-the-top anti-Japanese war dramas, one can often see cases of using one's body to block bullets for comrades; it's not that it's filmed unrealistically, but rather that it's highly likely to be nonsense.

Unless it was a handgun from that era, or firearms from an even earlier period, such as those from the late Qing Dynasty, or long guns from the World War II era, they could all penetrate a corpse.

Let alone filming scenes where a Physical Body blocks bullets, especially when blocking machine gun bullets.

Nowadays, handgun power is far stronger than in the past; even handguns can penetrate a corpse, so if he didn't have a clear idea, had Li Changsheng been that reckless just now, he definitely would have died on the spot.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder; he weighed the few remaining screws in his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Just as he was preparing to find an opening to hit them a few more times, a burst of terrified gibberish suddenly came from over there.

After waiting for a moment, Li Changsheng cautiously poked his head out again and was immediately stunned.

A few were driving motorcycles and fleeing outside, while some others jumped into several muscle cars not far away, anxiously starting the cars while cautiously observing Li Changsheng's hiding spot.

Seeing them like this left Li Changsheng momentarily dumbfounded.

Li Changsheng actually wanted to shoot these people dead right now, but the people inside the muscle cars just ducked their heads when they saw Li Changsheng, looking as if they would rather not look at the road than suffer that fate.

Those who came on motorcycles twisted the throttles hard, their bike bodies darting out like lightning, the front wheels even lifting high, nearly hitting a nearby wall; fortunately, they managed to turn, and relying on their flexibility and speed, they quickly fled outward in a flash.

And they weren't running in a straight line, but speeding along in an S-shaped route, and the guys sitting on the back of the motorcycles kept looking back in terror.

Li Changsheng took aim, but found it difficult to hit them.

They were running too fast, suddenly hundreds of meters away; the power of Plucking Flowers and Flying Leaves might be enough to kill, but it was too much of a stretch.

As for the handgun he had picked up earlier, the incident had happened suddenly, and it was left in the dormitory and not on his person; after all, very few people carry guns with them everywhere.

Swish! Bang!

He shot the remaining screws through the tires of those cars, but this group was so desperate to escape that they kept driving even with blown tires.

Shaking his head, Li Changsheng brushed the dust off his body and then walked toward the factory building with a grim face.

At this time, Third Master and the others had long since walked out from behind their cover; a few were tending to the wounded, but most were watching Li Changsheng, this fellow Xia countryman they hadn't known for more than a few days.

Especially Old Seven and Third Master; the way they looked at Li Changsheng was as if they were meeting him for the first time.

Third Master's heart was extremely complicated at this moment.

"I thought you wanted to protect yourself, but it turns out you were counterattacking. Fine, I thought you were counterattacking, but it turns out you single-handedly drove away nearly fifty of them."

Nearly twenty corpses were left behind, some of which were their own men who had been scared silly and killed each other by mistake.

A conversation from the first time he met Li Changsheng inexplicably came to mind.

"So, when he said he had killed over forty people back then, he wasn't joking?"

Third Master felt that all his years in the Gang had been for nothing.

What on earth did this young man do in the past?

"Ahem, Brother Li, that... thank you!"

Third Master coughed lightly, pondered for a moment, and then managed to squeeze these words out; he now felt that this young man's killing intent was too heavy.

From beginning to end, the other party's eyes had not shown the slightest panic; there was only composure.

And at this moment, with the other party looking at them with a grim face, Third Master, Old Seven, and the others all felt a wave of oppression.

Sometimes a person's temperament is just that mysterious.

Having killed someone and not having killed someone are different temperaments, but being able to kill so expressionlessly is yet another type of temperament.

As early as the beginning, Old Seven and Third Master had felt that this young man, Li Changsheng, had killed people.

But today was different; the sense of oppression brought by seeing it with their own eyes was obvious.

Unknowingly, Third Master didn't even realize his tone had weakened by three points; that sense of cadence and leisure had vanished.

"Don't thank me, and I don't want you to thank me. I was just defending myself. Additionally, I don't want to see this kind of thing happen here again!"

Li Changsheng's tone was cold and harsh, completely different from his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

That intense sense of contrast made even an old man like Third Master, who had seen it all, feel a tremor in his heart.

"This..."

"Alright, clean this place up; I believe you have plenty of experience with that."

Li Changsheng waved his hand to interrupt the other party and walked out of the factory; he was still hungry.

The hunger in his stomach was even more pronounced after bursting with Dark Energy.

Watching Li Changsheng walk away, Third Master opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Third Master, is this Brother Li really here for a vacation?"

Old Seven asked, somewhat dazed.

Hearing this, Third Master glanced at Old Seven and snorted, "Old Zhang said he had a young friend coming for a vacation, but do you believe that now?"

"This Brother Li's background is likely not simple; he's very likely a special operative from within the Xia country, and this trip is probably to carry out some secret mission."

"His background is that big?" Old Seven clicked his tongue.

"It's just a guess, but it's probably not far off." Third Master shook his head and sighed, "We shouldn't offend someone like this, but we shouldn't deliberately try to curry favor either; this kind of figure isn't someone we can cozy up to."

"I... I understand..."

Old Seven was inexplicably panicked. How did such a figure end up living with a bunch of scumbags like them? By the way, this guy wouldn't get up at night and drag them all back to the country, would he?

Big Eater Chinese Buffet —

Today, he chose this Chinese buffet; it was very cheap, twenty dollars to eat until full, and there was a great variety. Not only were there all kinds of chicken, duck, fish, meat, beef, and mutton, but also various seafood, even sushi, and some Western desserts, all available to eat at will.

The main reason he chose this restaurant was that Li Changsheng felt so hungry he was getting dizzy.

After all, that previous battle involved facing dozens of handguns head-on; when Li Changsheng approached and made his swift advance, he had burst forth with Dark Energy repeatedly.

Counting it up, he had burst with Dark Energy four times.

It was clear that with the improvement of his Physical Body, coupled with the fact that he hadn't been injured or lost blood, he hadn't fainted.

But what replaced that was a huge consumption of stamina; it felt as if every inch of skin, every muscle, and every cell was crying out in hunger.

"Xiao Wang, stop doing everything else right now and just stare at the customer at Table 66 for me. As long as he dares to leave even a hundred grams—no! Fifty grams of food—report it to me immediately! See if I don't fine the hell out of him!"

The bald manager patrolling the restaurant had a face as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, his eyes glowing green.

That gaze, which seemed to emit a ghostly light, was like an evil spirit ready to devour someone.

His face was twisted as if he had eaten excrement.

It was evident just how terrible the bald manager's mood was; the waiters and the chefs behind him were all terrified into silence, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.