I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

That is……

Tolerate!

If you can't help it, you will die.

If you can't help it, you will die.

Whether ordinary people or people with special abilities.

Especially children, they will be beaten if they want to be beaten. They will be beaten to death if they want to, and they will be beaten to death if they resist.

If you can't kill him, he will just have to survive after venting his anger.

And now, in front of everyone, Xiao K was asked to take revenge, which was something he could never imagine.

Especially when people are pointing and criticizing him, he walks unsteadily and weakly.

Moreover, if he walked too slowly, Shen Bei would kick him in the butt from behind.

He felt his buttocks split into four pieces and was burning with pain.

After several delays.

The crowd passed through the dense forest and came to an open space.

There are still many residents here packing and processing wood.

Shen Bei stopped, looked around, and rubbed Xiao K's head: "Come on, tell me, who hit you?"

Little K pointed at one of the men with his trembling left hand.

But Shen Bei was very dissatisfied with Xiao K's action and slapped him with his hand.

There was a snap.

He slapped Xiao K's palm hard, and a blood-red color appeared.

Little K hissed in pain and looked at Shen Bei in confusion.

"Point it to me again."

Little K didn't understand and continued to raise his left hand.

Snapped……

Shen Bei interrupted again, his tone somewhat cold: "I don't want you to make the same mistake for the third time."

Xiao K's confused eyes flickered and he raised his right hand holding the pistol.

Shen Bei nodded in satisfaction, rubbing his little head with a smile: "That's right. Shoot."

Little K: ...

Seeing that Xiao K's finger seemed unable to pull the trigger, Shen Bei put the revolver to his head: "I said, shoot!"

At this moment.

The commotion caused by Shen Bei has drawn everyone's attention.

The crowd around them burst into noise again:

"Ha, do you think Xiao K dares to shoot?"

"Although he's young, his intelligence should still be there. He definitely wouldn't dare."

"Don't even mention Xiao K, even Shen Bei wouldn't dare to do that!"

“Yes, if the people under the Third Master collapse, it will be the end of the world.”

"I heard that there's a conflict between the Third Master and Shen Bei. Is Shen Bei doing it on purpose?"

"The devil knows..."

"Then again, he stole the lumber that Xiao K had packed, and then hit him when he refused to give it to him. He's not exactly a good man."

"Oh, the strong prey on the weak. Where are the good people in this fucked up world?"

……

The target that Xiao K pointed at was a man who was emaciated, his face was as pale as a death, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

The man naturally understood the purpose of Shen Bei bringing Xiao K here.

But he was not afraid at all. Although he was an ordinary person, his backer was not an ordinary person, but a person with superpowers!

He crossed his arms, laughed out loud with a playful look on his face: "Heh, Shen Bei, supporting a little brat, is your face so worthless?"

Shen Bei is more or less famous in Shelter No. 36.

He is a man of extremely high combat skills and a ghost on the battlefield.

But that's all.

It is still useful for performing tasks that are not difficult, but once the difficulty of the task increases, he is not a supernatural being after all, so he is of no use.

Facing the man's ridicule, Shen Bei turned a deaf ear. Any look at him would be a blasphemy to himself.

Shen Bei just stared at Xiao K calmly.

The man's eyes became more and more wanton, and he sneered again: "Shen Bei, how about you raise your gun and shoot me? When the Third Master comes to find you later, don't cry, haha."

Shen Bei's expression changed slightly.

Such a coincidence?

Are you the Third Master's people?

Shen Bei became even more excited and squatted beside Xiao K: "If you don't shoot him today, he will shoot me tomorrow. Think about it yourself."

Little K's pupils shrank.

He gripped the cold metal handle of the gun steadily with both hands, took a deep breath, and aimed at the man in front of him.

With a crisp sound of the trigger being pulled, the pistol instantly burst out with a powerful force.

The recoil hit his still tender body as fiercely as a beast out of a cage.

In an instant, the pistol vibrated violently in his hand, like a small animal trying to break free from its restraints.