In the night breeze, the godfather of Queenstown sat on a high platform, his eyes half-squinted, and his face had the scars of his youth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He sat there with a blank face.

And at his feet, there were dozens of black pressed human heads, they were the elite of the wild wolves, and more of them were the people from the Heavenly Wolf Hall, they gathered together and looked at the silent man on the stage.

A little further ahead of them, a man with a broken hand and a foot twitched the ground.

"Our wolf has a history of more than 100 years.

I don't want to talk nonsense about a long history and a lot of seniority, but I, Steve Shrek, the sixteenth godfather of the wolf, stand here today to tell you brothers that no one has been established since the wolf was established to this day, and there is no one, mind you, who can escape revenge after killing our people......

We are brothers, we are relatives, and we will never let the blood of our brothers be shed in vain! ”

The middle-aged godfather's voice was steady and penetrating, and he sat on the platform with a golden knife, as if surrounded by thick darkness.

The picture fell silent for a while, and the godfather stood up and walked alone into the brightly lit factory.

And the bald man who had been following him walked on the high platform at this time, his figure was sturdy and majestic, his eyes were cold, and his momentum looked equally unreckless.

"Brother's blood will not be shed in vain. The blood feud of brothers cannot be avenged!

Since this waste refuses to speak, we have another way to know the truth of the matter, and no one can escape after killing our brother.

We do this blatantly, not to show off, but to show. so that you may know how we are a family and how we deal with our brothers' blood feuds......"

The bald man seemed to have great authority among the wild wolves, and when he spoke, the people under the high platform consciously quieted down. He glanced at the crowd and continued:

"Let out the **** who harmed the brothers......"

After saying this, the door and high window of the originally closed side room in the factory behind it slowly opened from the inside, and the firelight came out of the door, followed by a fat man with bronze skin and a shirtless body and a woman who was hung high on the beam of the house, and only a single dress was left on her body.

The fat man's figure and the strangely shaped torture instruments in the room swayed in the firelight, pulled out from the main entrance of the side room, and pulled into a dancing light and shadow, like a ghost.

And the woman's body was slender and weak, and seemed to be shaking in the firelight. She was hanged high above the threshold and into the skylight, where she was seen by the crowd outside.

The vain unfolding picture spread silently through the night, and the bald head on the high platform said, 'She is the one who caused us to lose four relatives,' and then in the midst of such shouts, the man in the factory took up a leather whip dipped in butter and flames.

At this moment, the man's fat figure and the woman's thin and small figure swayed and appeared alternately in the sight, forming a stark contrast of tones.

Then the fat man waved his whip......

……

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The crisp sound of leather twitching flesh resounded through the winter night, and everyone raised their heads and looked in one direction.

Someone opened and closed their mouths and counted the numbers in a whisper.

'Forty-nine, fifty ......'

The woman's muffled snorting, screaming, and begging for mercy were clear and clear, and after a few minutes, her momentum had weakened a lot—she should have lost her desire after being beaten.

However, tonight's woman's pain has only just begun.

Many thugs thought like this, and some people couldn't bear it, but many more people looked forward to it.

In such a strange and deformed atmosphere, at some point, the roar of the engine suddenly sounded.

Everyone didn't pay attention at first, but the roar came very quickly, and in just a few minutes, it was from a long distance to the vicinity of the factory.

Someone was distracted by the sound and shook his head to look around, and as soon as he turned his head, an SUV smashed through the steel gate and ran over the crowd like an angry bison with red cloth.

The accident came so quickly that there was little time to react.

The car hit it, and everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they were knocked off and run over to death.

Ki watched dumbfounded as the car accelerated all the way to the crowd, then with a domineering tail flick, it crashed into the air twice, turned around, and ran over again.

The SUV's new, specially designed anti-skid tires played a superior control at this time, and Kei saw the dark brown car roar past him by stepping on the accelerator, and the other thug standing next to him was rubbed down by the bumper of the car, lying on the ground, and then being run over, but only causing the car to jolt for a moment.

Griffith drove the car and wanted to do it again.

But at this time, someone had already reacted, pulled out a gun, and shot at the car.

The big demon pursed his mouth, tilted his head, and slammed the steering wheel. The dark brown SUV roared and crashed into the high platform.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, the bald man who had been talking on the stage before was still standing there. When the vehicle hit, he pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the cab, which was then caught in the front of the car and pretended to be a meat puree.

However, after this ferocious force, the brown SUV has fallen deep into the ruins of the wooden pile and is considered to be scrapped.

Amid the debris, smoke, and human blood, a man less than 1.70 meters tall pushed the car door. He spat out the dust and dirt that had accidentally drifted into his mouth, and then looked back at the SUV that was slumped in the wooden pile with dissatisfaction, and his mouth squirmed silently:

"This......"

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After a moment of chaos and noise, from the smoke and dust of sawdust in the sky, a boy of moderate stature slowly walked out with his mouth squirming.

It was late at night, and there were only two faint lights in the factory yard, located on the east and west sides of the high platform, which was originally designed to set the mood for tonight's speech.

Not far away, several of the wolf's thugs were crushed into a blur of flesh and blood, and some were pressed across the waist and abdomen by the car, and the cyan intestines were crushed, and the miserable white spine was faintly visible.

But now for death, it is more about being hit by a rampaging SUV, and after hitting the body, the scream of checkmate is not dead, including some people whose legs have been crushed or their arms and ribs have been broken.

At this time, someone had already calmed down from the panic, and the person with the gun, with his hands raised, moved in small steps to this side.

And beneath the high platform, not far from Griffith, the beaten almost dying third-rate thug called 'Tork Ferron' was covered in blood. One of his eyes seemed to be blind, and the other was bruised and swollen from the blows.

He barely opened his swollen eyes, which were already the size of steamed buns, and in the slightly drunken line of sight, the boy walked casually from the fire, sawdust and light. Light, shadow, and silhouette gradually became clear in the swaying, and the horizon of that gap blinked, and Faerun's body trembled in vain.

"That's him! It was he who killed Liu Qiang's boss...... He's the wizard......"

Faren was beaten very badly, probably because he injured his lungs, so his voice was not high.

But this time happened to be in the interval of Griffith's domineering appearance, and everyone was shocked by this futile change, so no one said anything, but let Pheren's voice spread throughout the audience.

Griffith looked down at the man lying at his feet, he had been beaten badly, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. The big demon thought hard, but after all, he still couldn't find a little information about this person from the memory bank that spanned tens of millions of years, so he subconsciously touched his nose, feeling a little inexplicable.

"What Liu Qiang, I don't know."

A huge uproar sounded in an instant, that is, someone in the gangsters was already whispering:

"What kidding, there really are children."

"Did you kill Boss Liu Qiang......

"Kill him, he killed our brother ......"

"The Godfather is here, let's capture him alive."

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Griffith turned his head to look at the edge of the building, where the fire flickered, and Fenciel was hanging from the beams, blood soaking her clothes.

The meaty-faced guy in the room with the whip of fire oil lowered the whip when something happened. When Griffith turned his head to look in, Fenciel was looking up over there.

She had obviously cried, and there was some joy on her face with the inferior light makeup, and she looked a little surprised to see the way Griffith appeared, standing in the middle of the crowd.

But the accident didn't last long, and the woman shouted as if she had thought of something. However, because of the extreme distance between the two sides, there were questions and noises from the gangsters in the scene, and the voice was not clear. If you look at the shape of your mouth, you should say something like 'go away' or 'run away'.

Griffith shook his head, ignoring the other side, and he stepped over Tock Pheron, who was lying on the ground, and walked towards the thugs.

Now the situation is clear in the eyes of both sides, in the eyes of the big demon probably saw a group of rabble with teeth and claws, and in the eyes of the wild wolf, they actually saw a single-handed child, who was blocked in the courtyard by a group of heavily armed men.

Since ancient times, there have actually been fierce generals such as the so-called ten enemies and a hundred enemies, most of these gangsters are not familiar with history, and there are some hearsay in and out of the play, but most of those things happened in the era of cold weapons, and there are many elements that have been deduced and deified - in short, there are few things to fight a group of people.

And the current situation is that a teenager with a clean and slippery body is pointed at a gun by a group of heavily armed uncles, and any person with a normal brain will probably not question what happened afterward.