Passing by a wine table, he picked up a bottle of hard brandy with a thick bottom, Griffith waved it back at will, and the bottle shattered in the face of a sneak attacker behind him, and then the man fell to his knees with a nosebleed, Griffith turned around, picked up another wine bottle with a faint smile, and smashed it on the head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

smashed a strong man of more than 200 pounds twice, Griffith didn't look at this butt pouting, kneeling and fainting at his feet, it is said that he is the bodyguard of Mr. Eton, who is known as a master of ancient martial arts in a certain country, he is just and mean, and he turned around again, but there was a hint of playfulness on his expressionless face.

"Miss Joseph Rhein, your twin sister and dream girl...... When you were seven years old, you spied on Miss Rhine taking a bath for the first time, and after that, you were in the case a total of 13 times, and you were seriously injured and near death by Miss Rhine because of this incident......

It's a touching and profound idiot story, but it's a pity, it seems that your sister doesn't like you, she beats you ......"

Griffith's kick is like a bottle of home-brewed high-grade rice wine, and the impact is like a sea tide, and the aftermath is great. Eaton sat on the floor, his head blank for a moment.

He heard Griffith mention the deep secrets of his heart, brought up the softest and most deformed emotions that had always been buried in his heart, heard him say 'she doesn't like you, she hit you', his eyes suddenly turned scarlet, anger and strength surged, and hysteria.

"What do you know, what do you know!!" Eaton screamed like this, and his body suddenly bounced upright, and he swung his fist at him.

Griffith's body didn't move, and he slapped Eaton in the face, sending him flying again, spinning in a circle, and falling into the corner.

"If you are obsessed, it is not a pity to die!

There is no shame in wanting to get your hands on Miss Rhein, who has an incomplete personality like you. ”

Eaton was still struggling, but Griffith grabbed him by the hair first, pulled it down, and slammed it with his knees and fists.

Eton's face was blurred after being beaten, his eyes were swollen into steamed buns, and there was blood flowing between his dozen broken teeth, and his mind was blurred, and his head was tilted back like a pig's head, but Griffith grabbed his scalp and hair and pulled it back.

"But Miss Rhine, though perfect, is a woman after all, and always has to marry and bear children for others...... Don't look at me like that, it's a woman's fate, oh yes, can you imagine other men pressing on Miss Rhein...... Well, she still has to give birth to other men......

I've seen pictures of your sister, it's beautiful...... By the way, she's my favorite type.

You, although it's not a good thing, but it has nothing to do with your sister, and when I kill you, I'll go to your sister. Then, when I become your brother-in-law, I will burn a few pages of your sister's exposed photos and worn underwear for you in front of your grave......

You see, as your brother-in-law, I still take care of you.

By the way, I'm here to kill you, you don't know, someone paid you to die, saying that 'I'm going to cut him to scum'.

Although you are my brother-in-law, the in-laws belong to the in-laws, and the work belongs to the work, two different things......"

Griffith said, waving his fist with a flat face, and he said that he would hit the other person every time he said it, as if to tell the other person, 'Look, as your brother-in-law, I know everything about you.'"

When Griffith said that he would be his brother-in-law and let his sister bear him a child, Eton, although he was angry and impulsive, and almost lost his mind, was confused and crumbling by Griffith's rhythmic fist punches.

Griffith sneered, his voice long gone. He took Eaton's curly hair with his hand, pressed it against the other man's ear, and said slowly:

"Go with peace of mind, brother-in-law, Miss Rhine will leave it to me with peace of mind."

Griffith's left index knuckle protruded, forming a phoenix finger, and he was about to crush the opponent's Adam's apple, but in vain he felt a stab in his temple.

He frowned slightly, leaned back, and a lead-gray bullet cut through the air and flew past the edge of Griffith's helmet, leaving a trail of transparent ballistics in the air.

Dodging the gunshot, the causal beast with the helmet on its head squeaked and swerved in the direction from which the gunfire came. When I turned around, I saw a tall and thin man with a pistol, who was hurriedly adjusting his posture, his fingers trembling and trying to fire a second shot.

This man is the gangster Huang Hai who broke into the bar before, his glasses were trampled by Griffith, and he has changed to a brand new one from nowhere.

He'd just gone to the bar cellar to get his guns, and he just missed the moment where Griffith went berserk and smashed Eaton. As soon as he came up from the cellar, the yellow-haired thug happened to see Griffith with his back to the group, so he took the opportunity to shoot a shot, but it unexpectedly missed.

With his finger pulling the trigger, the yellow-haired thug fired three more bullets, and Griffith shook it in front of him with one hand like an Eaton rag, and with a pop, two of the shots clicked into the wall, and one hit Eaton's shoulder blade.

Huang Mao's fingers holding the gun pulled harder, but there was a hollow sound of bells in the pistol, obviously running out of bullets.

Griffith subconsciously tilted his head, and then realized that the short gun was running out of bullets. He shrugged his shoulders and finally loosened the hair of his poor brother-in-law, Mr. Eaton, who slid like mud at his feet.

The big demon stepped out and walked past Eton's limp body to Yellow Fur.

The man's expression was hidden under the thick plastic, and the surface of the glossy helmet reflected the cold light.

There are always many unforgivable things in this world, and pointing a gun at the head of the big demon is one of them.

Griffith strode up to the yellow-haired thug, this stunned young man who had no blood and a hot head and was about to do something at this time, he was completely stupid.

The black-helmeted causal beast reached out and touched the other's face, and then Griffithska's chin held him up with one hand and threw it directly on the bar.

Huang Mao was pulled by the huge force, and his head hit the edge of the bar, and the skull immediately sunken down, lying on the ground and convulsing.

"Okay, the annoying flies are solved...... Oh, my love-hate brother-in-law, where did we talk about......"

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Mr. Eaton eventually died, in the wee hours of the morning at that bar, and as Griffith said, he was chopped to slag.

It wasn't Griffith who did it, in fact, this guy who claimed to be someone else's brother-in-law really shed two tears when his brother-in-law was cut down.

Mr. Eaton's murderer was the little giant Mr. Dimirenko, and after Griffiths beat Eaton to his own life, he rolled his eyes and turned around and patted Dimilenko on the shoulder and asked him to kill his agent.

Of course, Mr. Dimirenko was unwilling, but the yellow-haired and a bunch of negative teaching materials lying on the ground outside the bar seriously reminded Mr. Dimirenko to be cautious in making decisions at that moment.

Gladly, Mr. Little Giant made a wise choice. He grabbed the dagger that had been hidden in his waist and had been ready to sneak up on Griffith ten minutes earlier, and walked towards the poor agent.

Then the tragedy happened, and at Griffith's request, the brother-in-law, Mr. Eton, was slashed more than a hundred times before he was hacked to death, and then chopped to slag.

It is worth mentioning that Mr. Eaton, who was hacked to death by his younger brother, was extremely ashamed, and in the loud insults and curses, Mr. Eaton ended his life of failure.

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Griffith's commission, of course, was to kill Eaton and chop him to slag or something. But the man of the temple was a man who loved tragedy more than comedy, and he took advantage of his client's hatred of Eaton to increase the price, and then came to the conclusion that the more physical and mental torture Eaton suffered before his death, the more the price would be paid.

This price is, of course, the power of cause and effect, which so far is the only effective weapon against the liberation of fate. In order to get more karma, Griffith of course tossed little Comrade Eaton with his life, and when he knew that Eaton was crazy about his sister, he did not hesitate to defile his innocence and be someone's brother-in-law. also let a little brother like Dimilenko be the final executioner, and lose his conscience......

In fact, after being reborn, Griffith, who has experienced the warmth and emotion of human beings and family, has changed a lot and is a little gentler. If it were the same as before, or if it was the one who was in the temple, it might have tormented little Eton into something.

Griffith tortured Mr. Eaton to death with the image of a villain, and was about to leave in the morning sun, but in the cold and humid morning, the roar of motorcycles echoed, and then he walked into the underworld with knives and even pistols.

As soon as they entered the door, they shouted loudly, "Who is making trouble, who is making trouble, and it is ...... to seek death", and before they finished speaking, they were kicked and beaten by the pale-faced bar owner.

The dwarf on the other side was a bloodless murderer, and he had quietly put down the bar to protect him. also chopped Mr. Eaton into a mashed meat, and even the professional boxer Dimirenko did not dare to come out in front of him.

In fact, in the small space in the bar, the dozen or so heavily armed underworld who rushed up may not have a chance of winning Griffith, but the image of the other party from beginning to end is that kind of indomitable, reckless silence and madness, dealing with such a person, even if he will be knocked down by a sea of people, before he falls, he will definitely be able to pull himself back.

In this way, Griffith swaggered from the Oriental Jazz Bar to the stolen motorcycle, and rode into the red dust, leaving black smoke all over the ground in the face of the unkind gaze of the thugs who came to 'help the fist' wearing leather short-sleeved and carrying steel pipes, machetes, and spears who did not know what was happening.