I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison - Chapter 38

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lott took the fried chicken out of a paper bag next to him, shoved it into his mouth, and gulped it down. The oil of the fried chicken stuck in his mouth.

The evening wind messed with his hair.

However, Lott did not care. He was going to kill again later and he expected to kill many more.

Blood would flow everywhere.

However, Lott had to prepare a plan first. To kill many people one by one, was too strenuous.

Lott did not eat for long. He looked at the time.

1:00am.

A few seconds later, a black figure stumbled at the entrance of the building.

Soon, under the moonlight, Lott saw the situation clearly.

It was a thin youth. Due to long-term malnutrition, it had caused his figure to look a little thin and weak.

Under Lott’s observation, the youth staggered and fell on the road.

Due to impact, the skin on the youth’s hand was cut open, turning into a bloody mess.

At the instant the youth fell to the ground, a few figures behind him quickly followed.

The leader of the group, a youth who looked very strong, directly kicked him.

“Run!

“F*ck you, run!

“I said run!”

An arrogant growl sounded.

The young man kicked him three times before he felt a little relieved.

However, Liwell, who was covering his head with his hands on the ground, did not make a sound. Even though he was kicked, he did not make a sound.

Under the weak moonlight, Lott could see that a young man who looked like a gangster was surrounding a young man. His face was ferocious as he continuously kicked and hit the person on the ground.

Five or six people continuously ganged up on one person.

Liwell was able to clench his teeth and held back his strength.

Lott drank a mouthful of beer.

This was interesting.

Liwell, who had been beaten up, had a stubborn look in his eyes. He clenched his teeth and his face did not waver at all.

Even if Liwell was beaten to death, he would not be willing to beg for mercy, right…

Lott could see the youth’s characteristics. This was a talent that could be nurtured.

Lott slowly placed the empty beer can on the ground.

…

The youth in the lead was tall and strong.

When the youth saw that Liwell was no longer resisting, he thought that he had given in. He squatted and extended his hand to grab Liwell’s hair.

“You brat, you have quite the guts. You even dared to hit on the cheerleader. Don’t you know that she’s my woman?

“Now, get in my pants. I’ll record a video and send it to her. Then, I’ll forgive you.”

There was a smug smile in the young man’s face. In his hands, Liwell was like a mouse that had been caught by a cat. He had no power to resist at all.

The youth was just like how the big bully was in the movies. He was a big brother who had mixed in with society.

A hint of contempt suddenly appeared on Liwell’s stubborn face.

“You said she was your woman. Have you asked her if she admitted it?”

“…”

Liwell’s words were like a fish bone, stabbing fiercely into the young man’s throat.

“Are you still f*cking stubborn? Let me see if I can beat you to death!”

The youth raised his hand and was about to swing it over.

Although Liwell was panting heavily, he did not sit still and waited for his death.

Liwell suddenly exerted strength on his waist and his forehead gathered strength.

“Bang!”

Liwell used his forehead as a weapon and forcefully rammed into the youth’s nose bridge. The youth’s nose bridge was knocked askew and he fell to the ground in pain.

“Bah!”

Liwell spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood at the youth.

The youth grinned and his face was filled with madness.

“F*cking b*stard, you still dare to resist!”

Seeing this, the surrounding companions hurriedly ran over and helped him up.

“F*ck!”

The youth who had his nose bumped angrily took out the folding knife from his body. He was completely enraged by Liwell.

Sometimes, when the low-level hooligans attacked, they were even more ruthless than most of the veterans who were in the gangs.

So, what if they stabbed this orphan who had no parents to death?

No one would discover this place in the wilderness!

The secluded environment encouraged their desire to kill.

Seeing their actions, Lott knew it was time for him to make his move.

Lott picked up a beer can and threw it without even looking at it.

A beer can was thrown at the young man who was holding a folding knife.

“Bang.”

The beer can hit the youth’s head and the violent impact caused the beer can to burst open, spilling beer all over the place.

The youth was struck by this critical hit and immediately fell to the ground.

“Who is it!”

The youth turned pale with fright. They did not expect that there would be people in this desolate wilderness.

“Hey, kids, you’re disturbing me.”

Lott said.

Seeing that the other party did not come with good intentions, the young men all took out the folding knives they had prepared from their jeans.

“Don’t you f*cking provoke our fierce tiger…”

“Bang!”

A beer can accurately hit the young man who was speaking and a huge force immediately exploded on his head.

The young man fell straight to the ground.

The other two or three young men immediately panicked and wanted to run. They did not even care about their unconscious companions.

Lott naturally would not let them off. He suddenly exerted force with his hands.

After three sounds, the three youths did not run far before lying down.

Lott’s expression was cold. With a raise of his hand, he had killed a few of them cleanly.

Lying on the ground, Liwell’s eyes were closely watching Lott’s movements. His eyes were shining brightly.

“How long do you want to sleep on the ground?”

Lott asked the youth lying on the ground. Then, he walked into the building without saying a word.

Not long after, Liwell bared his teeth and moved into the building, sitting next to Lott.

Lott handed over the fried chicken beer he had bought.

The young man did not hesitate and directly took it. As if he had touched a wound, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

However, Liwell smiled indifferently and drank the beer that was handed over. He did not care about the dirt and directly took a bite of the fried chicken with his hand. He let out a long sigh.

“What if you were really killed by them just now? Aren’t you willing to give in?”

Lott said jokingly.

Hearing Lott’s question, a serious look appeared on Liwell’s face as he tore off a piece of chicken.

“I’m not willing.

“Even if you beat me to death, I’m not willing!”

Liwell’s expression was twisted as if nothing could change his will.

“Alright!

“You can follow me in the future. If I have a share, you have a share.”

Lott smiled and said.

Hearing Lott’s words, Liwell was stunned. He first looked at Lott suspiciously and saw that he did not seem to be lying.

Liwell’s expression suddenly became extremely pious and solemn. It was like a prayer to the gods.

“I’ll follow you from now on!”

The two cans of beer collided.

“Okay!”