Chapter 1228 The Touching of the Blood Slave

Six large trucks in the distance were scattered on the dock, and hundreds of men with various weapons jumped down from them, all of them were mainly water pipes and iron rulers, and there were also more than a dozen carrying a wrapped strip of cloth, one end flat and one end long, this is the most commonly used pipe knife on the road, this thing is a large blade butt welded with a water pipe as a handle, held in the hand majestic, whether it is a group frame or a heads-up The effect of this thing is leveraged.

This group of people are different in height, shortness, fat and thinness, but they all have two things in common, the first is all men, the second is a bald head, hundreds of bald men stand in one place, their heads are like a bunch of light bulbs, and they are dazzling, and the posture makes people see at a glance that they are not good, this is a group of fierce professional bastards, the so-called bastards have changed when they become professionals, and they have a new name, the underworld.

There were several freighters moored at the dock, and the crew on the deck were all stunned and stopped what they were doing, and everyone secretly wondered who had caused such a big trouble?

The giant man on the deck of the Star was still squinting and smoking his trumpet cigarette, choking smoke puffing out of his nostrils, and the two burly men in black suits standing behind him couldn't help but frown.

"Brother Xiong, are these bald heads coming at us?" One of the black suits finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, and subconsciously reached out to unbutton two coat buttons, and he had a pistol around his waist, which was easier to pick up.

The giant man named Brother Xiong spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth with a puff, and said in a deep voice: "It shouldn't be, you two go to the gangplank on the boat to guard, if you find that they want to get on the boat, shout, I'll smoke again." ”

After speaking, Brother Xiong sat down by himself, took out a cigarette paper and a cigarette purse from his vest pocket, and began to roll up the horn tube paper cigarette again, the two black suits looked at each other, and walked quickly towards the direction of the springboard, and a low voice came from behind Meng Buding: "The things in your waist are hidden, don't fucking take them out and show them." ”

The two black suits paused at their feet, nodded and agreed, and walked forward, Brother Xiong put the tobacco away, and muttered to himself: "Feng Jiao, why haven't you arrived yet, where are you......"

In the basement of the Meisheng jewelry store, Steve stood in front of the wine cabinet and gently slid his index finger against a row of wine bottles, his sharp nails touching the bottles to make a series of tinkling sounds, as if playing an alternative music. There was a very beautiful woman standing beside him, she was Gong Fengjiao who had been captured, but now she was standing by the side like a docile maid, she didn't have any ropes or other restraints, but there was a humble and respectful expression on her face.

Gong Fengjiao is a quasi-Xuan Realm peak ancient martial artist, it stands to reason that if he fights with Steve, it is on par, not to mention that now he is seriously injured, it can be said that the odds of victory are extremely high, but she doesn't dare, the sense of surrender in her blood makes her dare not do anything to this damn old blood clan, she can only watch him flick his fingers on the wine bottle.

Steve finally chose a very ordinary bottle of white bottle Volga, stretched out two fingers to pinch the bottleneck and took it off, pulled off the cork and poured it directly into his mouth, exhaled a breath of wine, and sneered: "Hehe, you must still blame me for making you immortal, right?" ”