There is no doubt that Marcel is not timid, at least not as timid as he appears.

Although in the end, only one victor can succeed in taking the supreme power of the vast financial empire, but the support of each heir will require a huge price for the various factions within the empire.

Rothschild has a lot of direct relatives, and if Marcel is really so unbearable, how can the faction that supports him choose him.

The main purpose of the 'Hongmen Banquet' he put up tonight was not to kill Li Futu.

Of course, if it really succeeds, it is certainly a thing to be happy about, and it is not worth regretting not succeeding.

The main purpose of his formation is to show the first heir, to show him his loyalty and determination, in order to exchange for more benefits for himself in the future change of power.

Now, Marshall feels that his goal has been achieved.

His cousin Philip must have seen who his most trusted friend was, and now all he needed to think about was how to get out of it safely.

Yes.

Get out.

When he saw that Li Futu was still motionless and his more than 20 super thugs had all fallen, he understood that the only thing he needed to consider next was to save his life.

The two macho men loyal to Dai obviously didn't expect that these cats, who were originally scared and trembling, suddenly exploded, and were hit by the two actresses pushed by Marcel, and then before they could move, several women had already jumped in front of them.

“Fuck！”

Without mercy, he pushed the famous 'Black Widow' in his arms aside, and the macho man immediately raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger without thinking.

"Bang!"

Thermal weapons are indeed extremely deterrent in long-range combat, but when they develop into hand-to-hand combat, they are not so useful.

A woman slammed her fist into his wrist the moment he fired the shot, forcing the muzzle of his gun to move upward, and the bullet shot diagonally upward, hitting the luxurious crystal lamp above his head, with a crisp sound and dazzling sparks

"Click!"

didn't give the other party a chance to continue shooting, the woman was extremely simple, and her other hand turned into a palm knife and smashed into the throat of the macho man, the action was fierce and vicious, and there was a hearty beauty.

What the is this baby pet, it's even more terrifying than a professional killer.

His eyes were incredibly round, and the macho man's face was full of unwillingness, but his throat was shattered, and he could only slowly fall backwards.

"Smack!"

Soon, the weapon in the hand of another macho man was knocked down under the siege of two women, and then the vital point was kicked, while he squatted in pain, a woman jumped up in a very shocking and gorgeous way, a straight and slender leg was thrown out suddenly, and the high heels that were eight or nine centimeters long under his feet became the most lethal weapon, and the sharp toes directly hit the macho man's temple.

The macho man was kicked out and slammed to the floor, killing him on the spot!

In an instant, two more corpses were added to the ground!

Li Futu's face did not change, and he even raised his hand in a leisurely manner and applauded slowly.

"I thought Hollywood's action scenes were just special effects, but it seemed like I was alone. ”

Several women's faces were indifferent and cold, and they solved the two fierce men, and they were about to rush towards Li Futu with high heels.

What a bunch of Thunderbolts.

"Lee, how are these treasures of mine?

Marcel had already begun to sneak in the direction of the gate.

Li Futu smiled and said nothing, seeing several sexy girls rushing towards him like wolves, like most men, he didn't choose to resist, standing in place and had no intention of hiding, but some people didn't seem to want him to enjoy the beauty alone.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, the marble under his feet suddenly cracked inch by inch, like a spider web, like extending in all directions, and then Marcel saw that the extremely powerful blonde man grabbed the five- or six-meter-long strip table with one hand!

You know, this table is made of solid wood, and it weighs two or three hundred kilograms, and it is still laborious for four adults to lift it together, let alone one hand?

Watching the guy grab the edge of the table with one hand and slam it up and smash it towards his babes, the corners of Marcell's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but curse.

“Fuck！”

What the are these monsters!

Several Thunderbolt Babies stopped in their footsteps, saw the table flying towards them, and tried to resist together, but they were all knocked out and fell to the ground, spitting blood and water, and their faces were gloomy.

"Hey, hey!"

The Clown King grinned, and without any gentlemanly demeanor at all, walked up quickly, as if he felt that he had found a weapon to take advantage of, and once again lifted up the long table, which was unusually large and heavy.

This time, though, it's the hands.

Then, in Dai's fluctuating eyes, I saw the clown king, who had been with her for several years, holding the table and smashing it at the women.

There was a crackling sound.

A woman tentatively raised her hand to resist, but under the heavy force, the two delicate arms were directly broken, bending into a terrifying arc.

Soon, all of Marcell's hidden hole cards were silent, and he was lying on the ground covered in blood, his body was in tatters, and there were almost no intact bones in his body.

Dai's face turned pale, looking at the clown king who was still smashing with excitement and madness, and finally witnessed the horror of his rumors, and a burst of nausea gushed and almost nausea.

It's just brutal.

Looking at the 'babies' who had become a pile of rotten meat, Marcell's mood couldn't help but tremble.

If he really couldn't escape death, he would rather be knotted by a bullet than die in such a painful way.

After destroying the women, the Clown King turned around, his eyes fixed on Marcell, grabbed the table, and began to walk this way.

He doesn't seem to have had enough of it, and plans to torture Marcel to death in the same way.

But suddenly, a loud voice rang out.

The Clown King stopped and looked up in confusion.

Li Futu also frowned slightly.

"What sound?"

Listening to the growing movement, Dai's somewhat pale face suddenly stiffened.

"Yes...... Propellers!"

Because of the huge fluctuations in mood, her tone is a bit sharp.

"Propellers?

Li Futu subconsciously raised his head.

Through the glass ceiling, a helicopter could be seen gradually appearing above their heads with a loud noise.

Li Futu's eyes fluctuated in vain, and he quickly said, "Get down!"

He tugged at Dai's hand and left the spot in an instant, as the Clown King re-erected the table.

The next moment, a deafening clatter suddenly sounded.

Like a raging storm, turbulent and violent!

"Boom!"

The thick glass ceiling of the VIP room was overwhelmed, and after holding on for a moment, it burst suddenly!

Glass shards are splashing everywhere!

The luxurious crystal lamp smashed to the ground and shattered in an instant.

The sound of propellers became more and more obvious, and two men wearing sunglasses could be faintly seen at the helicopter door.

With their strange screams, the lines of fire pierced the night and poured madly into the hall!