The two men were both around thirty, with disheveled hair.
Their wrinkled shirts and black vests suggested that they had once been part of the polished white-collar class.
But at this moment, both men looked extremely grim, their eyes filled with fear of the cleanly dressed boy standing before them.
The man in the blue shirt gritted his teeth and said darkly, "If I beat him, I'll really get this whole box of instant noodles, and you'll let me go?"
"Of course."
"Didn't you see it before? That man successfully took the noodles and left safely."
Gao Jingyu curled his lips slightly, smiling sweetly.
Yet the two men standing among the corpses only felt a chill run down their backs, their scalps prickling.
This boy had delicate features and a sweet smile, with an innocent look always lingering in his eyes. But in reality, he was a complete and utter demon.
They had been traveling together when they saw him alone in this small inn, with several boxes of instant noodles beside him, and had gotten ideas.
They just hadn't expected that not only would they fail to get the instant noodles, they would end up losing themselves in the process.
The man in the blue shirt seemed to have made up his mind. He looked heavily at the gray-shirted man on the left. "Brother, I'm sorry."
"He Yong..."
Zhang Jun hadn't expected him to actually come after him. He warily backed up two steps, silently preparing to attack.
Of the two men, only one could live.
Neither man hesitated any longer. They soon began fighting, and the only sound left in the lobby was the noise of their struggle.
"Use more force. Don't you want to leave alive? Don't you want the instant noodles?"
Gao Jingyu, watching the show,