The door of the hotel was rudely slammed open, and several young men dressed in fancy clothes broke in.

They wore tattoos on their faces and arms, wore earrings and cigarettes, their hair was dyed red and green standing on end, and they wore leather jackets with tinkling silver ornaments.

These guys must have drunk a lot of alcohol and smoked contraband, their faces seemed to be smiling, their eyes were crazy, and they looked arrogant and cruel.

"Old ghost!"

One of them, a tall thin man wearing a gold chain, came to the counter and grinned toothily at the old black man: "We are here to collect protection money, and from today onwards, your hotel will be managed by our punk gang!"

"I haven't heard of any punk gangs. ”

The well-informed old black man replied quietly, "We are here under the protection of the Soths, and I advise you to leave." ”

“FK！”

The golden-chained man cursed, and instantly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the old black man: "Shit Soth Gang, now this street belongs to our punk gang, don't you understand?"

In fact, while negotiating with the other party, the old black man was secretly going to get the shotgun fixed under the table.

However, he didn't expect the other party's movements to be so fast, and he lost the lead after half a beat slow.

Several of the Man in the Golden Chain's companions also pulled out weapons such as pistols and daggers.

One of them played with the butterfly knife in his hand, and the snow-bright blade flew out of the cold glow under the light!

"Whoa, whoa!"

The old black man hurriedly raised his hands: "Don't be impulsive, how much do you want?"

He knew very well that the gangsters in front of him were in a very unstable mental state under the stimulation of alcohol and contraband, like a dry powder keg, which could explode at any time.

So the old black man wisely chose to cooperate.

"It's over if I said that earlier!"

The man with the gold chain smiled and poked the old black man's forehead with the muzzle of the gun: "Originally, I only planned to collect a thousand knives from you, but you made me very unhappy, so I have to double it!"

The old black man was distressed: "I don't have that much cash here." ”

“FK！”

The gold-chained man suddenly picked up his pistol and smashed it on the old black man's head: "Is there any?"

The old black man, who was caught off guard, was suddenly smashed to the head and bled and fell to the ground in pain.

"Get up!"

The gold-chained man scolded: "Dead, believe it or not, Lao Tzu shot you down!"

He was not threatening, his finger was already pressed on the trigger.

"Enough!"

At this time, Gao Jing, who had been sitting next to him, put down the wine glass in his hand and said in a deep voice, "I suggest you get out of here immediately." ”

"Huh?"

The man in the gold chain turned his head to look at Gao Jing.

It was as if he had seen some strange species, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Shaking his head, the gold-chained man showed a creepy smile at Gao Jing: "This gentleman, what did you just say, can you say it again?"

He said that he wanted Gao Jing to say it again, and he had actually raised his pistol and aimed it at Gao Jing's head.

It's going to be buckled!

The most hated thing about the man in the gold chain is the person who makes him feel uncomfortable.

Whoever upsets him will die!

But before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly found himself flying, and his vision suddenly rose a few meters.

Hey?

Whose headless body is it underneath?

By the time the Man in the Chains realized this, he had fallen into the darkness of the boundless!

What several of his punk companions saw was Gao Jing's hand, only to see a red flame flash by, and the head of the gold-chained man flew high.

The scene was so amazing that they were all stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

What the heck?

One of the thugs reacted and aimed his weapon at Gao Jing in horror.

He didn't even notice that his hands were shaking.

Gao Jing smiled coldly, and suddenly waved his arm at the other party and slashed down.

Cleaver!

The flaming blade inspired by the battle qi flashed, and the thug was split in half.

The two corpses fell to the ground left and right, and the wounds were all traces of high-temperature ablation!

"Ahh

The other two thugs woke up from a dream, screamed in terror, and rushed to the door in unison.

Bang!

Gao Jin flew up and kicked the back of one of the thugs.

The thug was struck by lightning and flew out like a kite with a broken string, blood spurting from his mouth.

And knock your companions to the ground!

"I was wrong!"

The only surviving thug realized that something was wrong, and instead of trying to run for his life, he lay on the ground and begged: "Sir, please let me go!"

Gao Jing retracted his feet and said indifferently: "Go and tell your people, I am here, welcome revenge!"

". ”

The thug couldn't believe that Gao Jing had really let him go.

He was stunned, and then crawled out of the hotel.

Gao Jing returned to the front of the bar, sat down on the barstool, and asked, "Are you alright?"

The old black man struggled to his feet and cursed, "These bastards..."

In the next second, he felt like he had been punched head-on, and his eyes bulged out.

Because the innkeeper saw the terrible bloody scene on the ground: "OMG!"

"What did you do?"

Gao Jing smiled: "It's nothing, it's just a few scum that has been removed for this world." ”

"Thank you. ”

The old black man covered the wound on his forehead and poured Gao Jing a glass of brandy: "I invite you with this cup." ”

He knew that if it weren't for Gao Jing, he would probably already be a corpse.

So despite Gao Jing's extremely brutal methods, the innkeeper had little fear.

"Thank you. ”

Gao Jing raised his glass and drank it all.

Putting down the cup, he pulled out a bottle of healing potion from his pocket, uncorked it and poured some potion into the empty cup.

Then it was pushed to the old negro: "Rub this on your wounds." ”

Although the old black man did not understand Gao Jing's intentions at all, he did not hesitate to pick up the wine glass and smear the potion inside on his forehead, which was still bleeding from the wound.

"Huh?"

The old black man was amazed to find that his wound was no longer painful and bleeding, and that he felt very comfortable.

He couldn't help touching his forehead, and found that the wound had healed!

"This, this..."

The experienced innkeeper no longer knew what words to use to express his inner shock at this time.

I can only say, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. ”

Gao Jing pointed to the corpse on the ground: "I'm afraid our troubles are not over yet." ”

"I'll give Charlie a call!"

The old black man picked up the phone and began to dial, and after answering, he muttered to someone for several minutes.

His accent is very strong, and Gao Jing can't understand it.

I only saw that the old black man's face was getting more and more ugly!

"There's really trouble. ”

After the call, the innkeeper smiled wryly, "The Punk gang is out!"

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The first update.