The eighth floor of the Phantom Night Club.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Su Chi smiled.

In the elevator room, a dozen black suits were staring at him, each holding a machete.

The kind with a wide head and a narrow tail, the center of gravity is close to the front of the blade, and it is slashed on the body, and the knife is bone-piercing.

The first person was about thirty years old, tall and strong, with a face full of horizontal meat, a plaid shirt, a large gold chain, denim pants, and a pair of flip-flops under his feet, looking at him with a playful face.

"Brother, one person dares to come to my territory to spread wilderness, arrogant enough!

Su Chi flicked the cigarette ash, leaned against the wall, and put the cigarette to his mouth again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and ignored him.

Whew......

In the stairwell, there were bursts of hurried footsteps, and the security guards on each floor were hurrying to the eighth floor.

"It's pretty good, hehe. The leader chuckled, and was not in a hurry, "Pretend for a while, and after a while, you can only go to the Netherworld and continue to pretend." ”

He is not in a hurry, the people have not come yet, Hongye is meeting guests, he doesn't dare to miss half a point, if he wants to make a move, he must take it down steadily.

After a short time, the footsteps in the stairs stopped, and fifty or sixty black suits gathered inside and outside the elevator room, surrounding the three floors of Su Chili and the outer three floors.

"Who is Mao Kun?" Su Chi spat out the cigarette butt and spoke slowly.

"You're blind!" a leader pointed at Su Chi with a machete, "Brother Kun is standing right in front of you." ”

"Are you Mao Kun?" Su Chi glanced at the leader for a few moments, and smiled slightly, "Take me to see Ma Ruhong." ”

"Okay," Mao Kun grinned, "For a while, I will definitely leave you breathing and let people drag you to meet Hongye." ”

As he spoke, Mao Kun's smile suddenly fell, "Cut it for me!"

"Ahh

"you!"

……

With Mao Kun's order, the black suits rushed towards Su Chi with machetes.

Su Chi's eyes froze, a flying needle spilled out, and the seven or eight people in front fell down in response, and the two machetes fell into Su Chi's hands.

With two knives in hand, Su Chi is like entering a no-man's land!

Su Chi still has some scruples about the prison guards and special police, and he has no mercy on these thugs raised by Ma Ruhong!

He Wei's parents still have to go back to their hometown to live, if they don't give these people a lesson that they tremble when they think about it, they will definitely harass them again.

In less than three minutes, fifty or sixty black suits were all lying on the ground, and those who were lucky enough to miss arms and legs, open intestines or something, and those who were unlucky were killed directly!

The blood is flowing like a river, and the mourning is everywhere, what a tragic word?

The only one who can still stand is Mao Kun, who is already scared stupid.

Devil!

He's a devil!

Mao Kun had an electric baton pinned to his waist, but he was trembling, and he didn't even have the courage to take it out!

"What did you just say, oh, by the way, stay a breath and drag Ma Ruhong. Su Chi walked towards Mao Kun with a smile on his face, "As you wish!"

"You...... Don't you ...... Don't come here!" Mao Kun shrank back as if he had seen a ghost, but he stumbled under his feet and tripped over one of his arms with one of his arms cut off.

"Ah~" Mao Kun exclaimed, even rolling and crawling to run, but his legs couldn't be stiffened, like a helpless child.

Sou!

A machete flew and cut right into his thigh bone.

Click!

The thigh bone snapped, and the machete trembled into the thigh.

Sou!

Another machete flew in, and Mao Kun's other thigh was also plugged in with a machete!

Immediately followed by the arms, two flying machetes spun wildly, directly cutting off his two arms at the root!

"There's almost one breath left, right? Go, I'll drag you to see Ma Ruhong!" Su Chi clicked a few times, stopped Mao Kun's bleeding, grabbed the back of his neck collar, and dragged him into the corridor aisle on the eighth floor like dragging a dead dog.

The private rooms on the eighth floor are all quiet rooms, and the people who come here seem to be vassals and elegance on the surface, but in fact they are aimed at those senior ladies who either like to play the piano and music, or are good at tea art, or have other elegant specialties.

The sound of fighting and screaming in the elevator room was all heard by these people, and those who were timid were tightly guarded with the door for fear of harming the pond fish, but there were also some bold people who came out of the room to watch the excitement.

But when they saw a god-like man dragging a bloody man with two knives stuck in his arms and legs, they were all stupid, trembling like a quail, and they didn't dare to move.

Su Chi easily found the room where Ma Ruhong was shrunk - there were more than a dozen bodyguards at the door, looking at the costumes, these dozen bodyguards should belong to three different people.

"Ma Ruhong, is this a guest?"

The corners of Su Chi's mouth curled, without any pause under his feet, dragged Mao Kun, who had passed out, and walked straight towards the dozen or so bodyguards.

"Stop!"

The dozen or so bodyguards were like facing a great enemy, and the three people led by each took out their electric batons and aimed at Su Chi.

Mao Kun was originally guarding the door with them, and the manager's call on the walkie-talkie was all heard by them.

They originally thought that Mao Kun personally went out and recruited most of the security guards of the Phantom Night Club, and they would definitely be able to clean up the guy who didn't know the height of the sky, but they never expected that it would be such a result - Mao Kun's miserable appearance made them feel terrified.

"If you don't want to die, put away the electric baton. Su Chi spoke softly, his eyes coldly sweeping over the three people with electric batons.

The three of them subconsciously glanced at each other.

In an instant, Su Chi's figure slammed forward, and three ** flew over his head, and at the same time, the three people fell crookedly.

Six flying needles wrapped in spiritual power burrowed into their brains along their eyes, killing them instantly!

Su Chi turned over and stood up, and in the stunned eyes of the remaining dozen people, dragged Mao Kun to the door.

Rumble!

Su Chi kicked the door open, threw the bloody Mao Kun inside, and walked in.

Hula......

The bodyguards at the door all poured in, blocking the three successful people behind them - the bodyguards who came to their senses did not forget their duties.

"Who is Ma Ruhong?" Su Chi sat down on the sofa with a big grin and shook Erlang's legs.

As soon as Su Chi spoke, everyone looked at Ma Ruhong as if reflexively.

"Is that you?" Su Chi looked Ma Ruhong up and down a few times, and smiled playfully, "It's really a big shot, tsk, this hairstyle, this style, it's not called pretending to be b, it's a real cow b!"

"Master Hong...... Help me......"

Mao Kun, who was woken up by the fall, shouted four words with all his strength, tilted his head, and passed out again.

"Who are you, what are you looking for me?" Ma Ruhong forced himself to calm down, but his heart was anxiously thinking about countermeasures.

Mao Kun's miserable appearance made his heart burst suddenly.

"There's nothing else, it's just that I'm short of money and want to borrow some money from Boss Ma to spend. Su Chi said with a smile.

"Borrow money, it's easy to do, let's say a number. Ma Ruhong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Problems that can be solved with money are not called problems, as for the money that is taken out...... When you find out the details of this kid, you will spit out ten times as much as you take!

"Not much," Su Chi curled the corners of his mouth, "I want all your belongings." ”

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