I helped my high school classmates move, and moved for a day... I wrote it tomorrow and recovered.

I'm sorry.

The content is a new book prepared by the author, the first chapter and the first draft. Because the original chapter has 3,000 words, I will put it in two chapters separately.

If you are interested, you can take a look and then give your opinions.

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Chapter 1 This matter is uncontroversial

Time: 2057 AD, the old century.

Location: Yincheng City Security Zone, a central province of Xiaguo, Jiuzhou Mainland.

The cheap slums in the safe area stand a bunch of buildings that look like coffins, without any beauty or comfort.

The distance between buildings and buildings is extremely small. If the new government did not force each safe area to implement the "Law on the Protection of Housing Human Rights for the Protection of the Poor in Special Periods", the regulations stipulate that the two buildings must have a certain amount of space.

Those damn developers who only know how to make money may connect each building together and build more suites for higher profits.

No. 3306, 33rd Floor, Building 19, District H, Community, resettlement.

Yang Chenggang brought the mutant rat broth to the dining table, but his butt was not hot yet.

All I heard was a loud "bang" sound, and the iron door of the low-rent suite was kicked open.

The door frame and concrete walls cracked, and the room was covered with dust, which was choking.

"Sister-in-law, nephew, have you found what I want?"

No matter how quick Yang Cheng's eyes are, his hands are fast, and the bowl and the dining table can only be maintained. The hot soup in the bowl is spilled on his body and he has no time to deal with it. His sick brother Yang Hao burst into tears, and his mother Xia Xiaohe also looked embarrassed.

"I have said it many times, Zhou Ping'an, there is nothing you want here."

Xia Xiaohe's voice was a little sharp, even a little angry and uneasy, and she was crazy: "Even if you don't remember your elder brother's affection, I will spare us orphans and widows because of the elder brother's care for you back then.

Zhou Ping'an, are you trying to force us, mother and son to a dead end?"

Yang Cheng stood silently in front of Xia Xiaohe and Yang Hao.

"Bah, don't talk about love between me. If I had known about love, I wouldn't be like this now." Zhou Ping'an looked disdainful and spitted a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, "What about love between me now? Xia Xiaohe, don't pretend to be pitiful to me here.

You deserve it.

Today, I am here to inform you three, if you can’t hand over the things within a month.

Believe it or not, I will make you unable to afford to live in a low-rent housing, and you can also evaporate from the world in the safe zone with me."

Zhou Ping'an took two steps forward while talking.

Yang Cheng was not worried about himself, but only about his mother and younger brother.

"Mom, you and Haohao retreat."

He stopped Zhou Ping'an.

"Oh, who is this?"

Zhou Ping'an looked at Yang Cheng with a look of a dead fish, and he couldn't hide his contempt and a humble smile.

"Isn't this my good nephew? I can't practice martial arts, and I can't learn literature. What's this? It's just a piece of garbage!

If it weren't for my good brother who was orphan of a warrior's family, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to get there."

Yang Cheng had only endless hatred for Zhou Ping'an and his father's original sworn brother.

"Zhou...peaceful."

Yang Cheng roared in a low voice.

What I got was still his contempt.

"Oh," Zhou Ping'an narrowed his eyes, his smile on his face was not at all warm.

"I hate it so much that I hate it. Keep hating it. It's so good, it's so wonderful, it's so loud."

"You don't know how much I want my good brother to see this picture, and I don't know what he will think."

Yang Cheng could no longer listen and punched him, but he was just an ordinary person. How could he fight against Zhou Ping'an as a senior martial artist?

In front of Zhou Ping'an's chest, his fists were a little soft.

Not only did he fail to force Zhou Ping'an to retreat, he was squeezed back by Zhou Ping'an.

Zhou Ping'an just gently held Yang Cheng's fist and quickly extended the bloody patterns from his arm to his hands. Yang Cheng wanted to break free, but with his strength that was smaller than the girls in the class, there would be a ghost.

Yang Cheng looked at his chilling smile and realized that the situation was not good, "Zhou Ping'an, you bastard, what do you want to do."

The blood-colored pattern extending from Zhou Ping'an's arm actually penetrated from his fingertips into Yang Cheng's palm.

A heart-wrenching burning sensation.

It seemed as if there were burning red iron pieces burning his skin.

That was the pain that could make him lose all his feelings in an instant.

Yang Cheng and Zhou Ping'an's fragile hands were creaking and creaking, and the bones that were pinched by him were not destroyed, which was a miracle.

"Hao~"

"Hao~"

Xia Xiaohe screamed and rushed up.

Teeth bite Zhou Ping'an's arm.

"Zhou Ping'an, Yang Cheng is just a child, what do you want to do?"

"He is not 16 years old yet. As a martial artist, he actually..."

"Have you bite enough?"

The smile on Zhou Ping'an's face was frozen, and he swung his hand and threw Xia Xiaohe out and threw it on the wall.

"mom."

Yang Hao cried even louder.

Zhou Ping'an didn't want to be watched like a woman, and her hands were released.

The blood-colored patterns also retreated back to Zhou Ping'an's hands, gradually fading away the patterns and hidden in the flesh and blood of the skin.

Yang Cheng was kicked away by him.

boom.

"Yang'er is my nephew, so of course he won't do anything to him, right?"

Even if the blood-colored lines fade away, Yang Cheng still feels his hands burning.

Run to the closest kitchen and wash your right hand with the cold water flowing out of the faucet.

"Look, isn't this good?"

Yang Cheng stared at Zhou Ping'an through the kitchen door. If his eyes could kill people, Zhou Ping'an had died countless times.

"Come on! Wait for it! Master Wu Tu."

Not only Yang Cheng, Xia Xiaohe also endured it.

In today's society, ordinary people fighting with martial artists is a huge joke.

It's impossible to win at all.

"He is still a few months away from 16. Before that, I can't do anything to you." Zhou Ping'an's voice became colder and colder. Xia Xiaohe's body shivered when she heard it. Yang Cheng helped her sit down. "But after my good nephew was 16, it's hard to say."

"I'll see when he lost the protection of the safe zone treaty."

"Xia Xiaohe, next time, I will not be here alone."

There were crowds of people watching the fun outside the door, and Zhou Ping'an walked out, all of whom were so scared that he couldn't do it.

Consciously gave way.

"It's true that the little bitch lived."

Zhou Ping'an only felt that the people next to him would get dirty if they were closer. Taking the stairs from the 33rd floor was nothing to him.

Yang Cheng felt that these great people outside the door were terrifying.

"Get out, what are you looking at?"

"Get out."

This is also the reason why they don’t even have a visiting neighbor. Zhou Ping’an makes trouble every now and then, everything can ruin you.

There was no time to clean up, Yang Cheng hugged the seven-year-old Yang Hao and coaxed him not to cry.

Xia Xiaohe took the bowls, plates and soup bowls on the table back to the kitchen.

When it came out, there was only a pot of light mutant rat meat soup, and the original meatballs were boiled and dissolved.

In fact, after Zhou Ping'an made such a fuss, neither of them could eat the lunch safely.

Xia Xiaohe hugged Yang Hao, who was still crying loudly, in her arms and said to Yang Cheng.

"You eat first."
Chapter completed!