There were always four or five thugs stationed at the Randolph Hotel.

Of course, Randolph's subordinates are not only these, although they eat and drink in the basement of the hotel all year round, normal people can't bear it, so there is also a shift change, which is about once every three days.

Gibson, however, was not among the shifts.

Gibson was the hotel's security captain and Randolph's deputy.

Randolph often stayed in his own inn, for he liked it more than his home, but, because of his work, he still had to go out often, and Gibson would sit in the hut in his place, and be in charge of the registration of the inn, and the collection of money, and basically all the affairs of the hotel would be handled by him.

He is a very careful person.

Hearing Randolph's order, instead of stepping forward, he took half a step back, allowing a reckless accomplice to rush forward, armed with a machete, and slashing at the uninvited young man's head with a machete.

In general street fights, veterans have a sense of proportion in their hearts.

Even if you are holding a sharp blade, such as a short dagger that can be deadly, or a weapon such as a stabbing sword, you will mostly attack at the part of the opponent's body that is not critical.

It's just that it's a street fight, not a gangster vendetta.

A real gangster vendetta is about killing with one hit.

These guys follow Randolph and can occupy a piece of territory in Fallen Street, and they can take this inn from its original owner, naturally they have experienced a lot of bloody storms and bloodshed, and they want to gain a firm foothold here, and the same is true, even if they have Randolph's long-sleeved good dancing, and have a good relationship with all underground forces, they will still have to go through a lot of battles after all.

After all, many times, many people are not able to reason with each other.

The truth does not make sense for everyone.

For example, the person in front of you must be a guy who has no way to reason, and in the face of this kind of person, you have only one choice, and that is to destroy them physically and mentally.

The thugs who stayed in the hotel were all iron-blooded men, even if they didn't have any lives in their hands, they had experienced many battles between life and death, killing people was not the same thing for them, and some of the floating corpses under the Reims River Bridge were also made by them.

These guys don't even care about their own lives, let alone other people.

So, the knife slashed directly at the young man's head.

The person who did it seemed to be reckless, but in fact he was also a veteran, and this knife looked extremely fierce, but it was just a false move.

In the face of such a machete as if the mountain collapsed, the vast majority of people can't help but retreat, this is human nature, when the other party retreats and distances away, the big man will also cut into a thorn, the target person's body stabbed out of a big hole, he once achieved a feat, the blade stabbed the opponent's body through the body, really the front chest in, back out.

However, the young man seemed to be stupefied.

It didn't go backwards because of the knife.

Even, he didn't move at all, and turned a blind eye.

It wasn't an adjective, and his eyes kept falling on Landingale, who was shivering and unable to walk and only knew how to pray, as if the stab didn't exist.

"Maniac!"

Randolph muttered, but there was fear in his eyes.

He has been in the dark world for a long time, and he has seen too much darkness, and he has encountered some unbelievable things, and occasionally, he has also dealt with some mysterious guys, and he has always stayed away from those monsters, because he knows very well that everything he has is nothing to those monsters, just an ant-like existence.

So, avoid a little.

What if someone accidentally tramples themselves to death?

This guy has the aura of those monsters on his body.

Randolph is an ordinary person, and he doesn't know anything about the energy fluctuations of transcendentals, so he thinks that in fact, there are no energy fluctuations in the public sense on the young man's body, which is also the reason why Fallen Street did not call the police even though it has a node of the magic circle.

There are too many mysterious and unpredictable existences in the world, and not all energy fluctuations can be monitored.

A knife fell, and the cold light shone through.

It stands to reason that the next step should be a splash of blood.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the situation is not working as usual.

Obviously, the young man was standing in front of the big man, but the big man slashed into the air with a knife and slashed down against his side, however, looking at the expression on his companion's face, it didn't look like the machete was empty, he had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, his eyes were crazy, he kept waving the machete, and kept looking forward, although it was cut in the air, it was like slashing on a human body.

After a few slashes, he turned his head and smiled wickedly at Randolph.

"Boss, it's done!"

He pursed his lips and cracked his gap, revealing his yellow teeth.

"Damn, I scared Lao Tzu, I don't know where the madman came from, pretending to be so great, looking for ...... death"

Then, there was something wrong with his expression.

This was because the eyes and expressions of Randolph and the others were wrong, and in his companions, he did not see relief and pride, but only fear and uneasiness, as if a giant python was wrapped around him.

"Boss?"

"Gibson?"

Weakly shouted twice, he turned his head.

By this time, the young man had already walked behind him.

Because he was in the way between the young man and Landingale, and was right on the straight road, when the young man walked towards Landingale, he also blocked the other party's way, and when he turned around, he would naturally see.

Young people, however, seemed to him to be non-existent.

In his sight, the corpse on the ground that had been cut into a bloody blur by him still existed, which meant that he had solved this guy who didn't know the height of the sky, why, the expressions of his companions were like that?

He expressed puzzlement.

In front of everyone's eyes, everything in front of them was so weird.

The young man in black and his companion were face to face, almost close to each other, but the companion was as if the other person did not exist.

"It's over!"

Randolph shivered and muttered to himself.

The young man then ran into one of his men.

It's not right to say that it was bumped, but in fact, it was just a slight touch, and there was a slight contact.

Then, a look of intoxication appeared on his men's face, as if they had swallowed something, and finally this expression froze on his face.

"Ahh

There was a shrill exclamation from the foyer.

The flesh of the man was lost at that moment, only a layer of skin against the bones, and he stood there, motionless, obvious, no longer breathing.