Chapter 1577 - 1571: Untouchable by Anyone
Chapter 1577 - 1571: Untouchable by Anyone
Chapter 1577: Chapter 1571: Untouchable by AnyoneLooking at the gun in his hand, Ghost Head’s mind was flooded with distant memories once again. The breeze stirred, lifting waves in the wheat fields. Holding a thin bamboo stick he had picked up by the roadside, he chased the wind. The fragrance of flowers lingered in the air, irresistible to him. The wind danced over a babbling creek; the air was so fresh, it felt as though he had returned to those times—playing with kids his age in the stream,
"Shut your mouth, you little punk!"
Hearing someone curse at him, the young man froze momentarily, then turned sharply to the burly man, his expression instantly taking on a bloodthirsty edge!
"Say that again, I dare you?"
The burly man began laughing, utterly unfazed by the young man’s dark expression.
"Ha! What are you gonna do if I don’t shut up? You little brat!"
Glancing back to check the situation, Ghost Head distanced himself even further. Both of them were dangerous; he couldn’t afford to cross either.
Ignoring the young man’s venomous gaze, the burly man opened his mouth once more, spat out another insult, and before the words had fully settled, the young man vanished in an instant!
"Huh?"
The burly man frowned, turning to look to his right. There he saw the young man shoving through the crowd with large strides toward him. His hand clenched tightly into a fist, and he swung it straight at the burly man’s face!
"You’ve got guts!" The burly man didn’t hesitate, stepping forward to block the punch with his arm.
As his strike was deflected, a cold grin spread across the young man’s face. He spun swiftly, aiming his other hand at the burly man’s waist with a precise jab—quick and ruthless, though perhaps not lethal just yet.
Watching the fight break out, the surrounding crowd didn’t step in to stop them. Instead, they retreated to the edges, faces lit with anticipation, eager for the chaos to unfold further. In the wasteland, even watching conflicts had become a form of entertainment.
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