The Lord of the Quick Transmigration is addicted to the paranoid dragon again today

When Mu Bai stepped back into the familiar system space, a brief feeling of daze washed over him. Time had flown by so quickly, as if in the blink of an eye. When would he be able to truly meet his wife? He really missed her.

After they met, Mu Bai felt that he must settle accounts with his wife and ask her why she did this. He felt really uncomfortable. Only when he was with his wife could the emptiness in Mu Bai's heart be filled, and his soul be complete and perfect, as if he had found his home.

Mu Bai also wanted to ask him if he missed him as much as he did during his absence. Whenever he thought of the moment of reunion, the corners of Mu Bai's mouth would unconsciously rise, but it was quickly replaced by a complex emotion.

Mu Bai took a deep breath and tried to calm the waves in his heart. After calming down, he asked 886 to send him to the next plane.

Mu Bai had just entered the plane, and before he had time to adjust to his body and surroundings, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind whistling towards him. He was startled, and it was too late to dodge.

A strong and powerful fist hit him in the face like a cannonball. Because Mu Bai had drunk a lot of alcohol before, his body reaction was obviously slowed down.

But Mu Bai still relied on the experience he had accumulated over the years and quickly dodged to the side, trying to avoid the attack. However, despite Mu Bai's best efforts to dodge, his cheek was inevitably grazed.

In an instant, a burning pain came from his face. Mu Bai felt stars in front of his eyes. He was really angry. This 886 was really looking for death. Every time he teleported, it was like this.

But the most important thing right now is to beat up those who are looking for death. No one has ever dared to slap him in the face. That's great!

Mu Bai quickly adjusted his posture and stood firmly in place. His eyes, which had been as calm as water, were instantly ignited with anger, filled with impatience and anger, and he glared fiercely at the guy who dared to attack him.

Mu Bai took a closer look and realized he was in a bar restroom. The surroundings seemed dim and gloomy. The dim light seemed like a dying life struggling under the thick smoke. The halo it emitted was also blurry and hazy, barely illuminating the surrounding scene.

The whole space was filled with a pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol, making it difficult to breathe. In front of him stood several burly men, looking at him impatiently.

Mu Bai stuck out his tongue and touched his cheek, feeling the pain there, his eyes became colder.

At this time, one of the burly men spoke up, "You little brat, you've learned to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? Today is the day you're going to die. I just can't stand the sight of you. Why are you trying to be cool?"

Mu Bai sneered, "Oh, then I'm still wrong. Who of you hit me just now? Stand up, and I can hit you less harshly with the others."

"It's me, what do you want?" The big man standing in the middle walked out disdainfully.

"Very good, I'll start with you." Mu Bai nodded and smiled, but his eyes were cold, "You are really looking for death." Why not hit him in the face? This is just looking for death.

Before he even finished speaking, Mu Bai attacked. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he instantly reached the man who had hit him. He raised his hand and punched him. This punch contained his full anger, and it directly knocked the man back and hit the wall. Then Mu Bai quickly walked in front of him and kicked him again.

There was a "click" sound, and the big man immediately squatted down and shouted, "Ah! What are you looking at, you bunch of losers? Come on!"

The other big men were stunned by this scene and only reacted after hearing the scolding. Seeing this, they looked at each other and rushed towards Mu Bai with roars, "Brothers, let's go together. I don't believe we can't beat him."

"Suffer death, boy!"

Mu Bai started fighting without a word, each blow accompanied by a whirring sound. As expected, the other men were beaten badly, falling to the ground and howling in pain. The toilet was a mess, the door panels were shattered, debris flew everywhere, and the bottles and jars on the sink were smashed to the ground.

The cries of pain continued to echo in this cramped and oppressive space, as if being blocked and rebounded by invisible walls, making the sound even more miserable and shrill. In this narrow space, the pain seemed to be infinitely magnified, with nowhere to escape.

Mu Bai smiled and walked up to the big man who hit him, stretched out his hand and slapped his face, "How is it? Is it good? Who is looking for death?"

The big man remained silent, his hatred for Mu Bai growing deeper and deeper. He remembered today's humiliation and would definitely teach Mu Bai a lesson someday.

Mu Bai ignored his resentful look and said with a smile, "Were you the one who hit me just now?"

Looking at the handsome boy in front of him, the big man felt that he was like a Shura from hell. A heavy sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain came over him, as if to crush him completely.

He looked at the stern-looking man in front of him in horror. He looked thin and didn't expect that he could fight so well. His heart was filled with fear and anxiety. He regretted it very much now. He should have brought a few more people with him.

He was trembling, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it difficult to breathe. However, he felt that if he did not follow his request, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

Never mind. A wise man never suffers a loss. He stretched out his right hand tremblingly and smiled ingratiatingly, "This."

"Very good." Mu Bai's lips curled up slightly, revealing a chilling sneer. Then, he suddenly reached out and pinched the big man's fingers. In an instant, a crisp "crack" sounded, and the big man screamed like a pig being slaughtered. His face turned pale with pain, and his muscles all over his body spasmed with the severe pain.

Beads of cold sweat streamed down the man's forehead and cheeks. His lip was bitten, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. However, Mu Bai had no mercy at all. He looked coldly at the man in pain and said slowly, "Remember, don't hit people in the face next time, and don't be so mean."

He then let go of his hand as if throwing away a useless object, and punched him a few more times in the face. The other people saw that the boss was beaten so badly, and they closed their eyes in fear, fearing that he would come to them the next second.

After cleaning up, Mu Bai turned around and prepared to leave. Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as if they had survived a disaster.