"Little girl, where are you going?"

Gibson had a lewd smile on his face.

He knew Landingale, after all, this was a rare blonde beauty, and she often did business in the Randolph Hotel, as the person in charge of the hotel, the first person below Randolph, it was naturally inevitable to be excited.

Speaking of which, he and the other party also have an overnight love.

For the sake of Redbeard's face, he still gave money, no white prostitution, of course, a five-fold discount is necessary, this five-fold money is for Redbeard, not the street girl herself, a little street girl, prostituting her is to give her face, after all, this has a human favor, he Gibson is not one of those bastards who doesn't recognize people when he lifts his pants, if the other party is in need, some small favors can still help.

However, that bit of favor is just a drop in the bucket compared to his own life.

In Gibson's opinion, this girl is still a little more conscious and consciously accepts the sanction of fate, so that everyone does not have to make any effort, and there is no need to resist in the face of an irreparable situation.

Ryan slowed his pace, his toes slightly flexed, clutching the ground.

This body has not undergone rigorous training, and even, because of long-term malnutrition, too little exercise, there is no strength at all, and it is about the same as some big boys in their early teens, as for speed, not to mention, the speed of a short burst is okay, but less than 100 meters will be powerless, and if it continues forcibly, it will even cause asthma.

Yes, Landingale is in poor health and has asthma, and if he exercises vigorously for too long, he will pant like a bellows.

This body, maybe only flexibility, is okay.

The man on the other side is not an ordinary street hooligan, those street hooligans, only have the courage of blood, and there is no way to keep a calm mood when fighting, they only know how to shoot indiscriminately, and with a punch, ten percent of the strength falls on the person is only four or five percent, plus the buffer of the human body's instinct, there is only one or two percent of the strength left, and there is no way to cause harm at all.

This one, obviously, is not.

He has a lot of bloody qi on his body, as well as a tangled dead air, and a cold murderous aura, and there are more or less human lives in his hands, and now, even if he doesn't take Landingle controlled by Ryan in his eyes, the steps under his feet, the movements in his hands still have instinctive defense, and he does not despise it to the extent that he does not make any movements.

But so what?

Ryan lunged at Gibson like a tanuki.

In the eyes of those around him, it was like taking the initiative to give him a hug, so most of the guys breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the target person saw that there was no way to escape, but used a beauty trick.

For Gibson, the beauty trick was useless.

They are very familiar with the character of their own second-in-command, always with a dry mouth and a soft heart, but in fact he is an extremely cold-blooded and cruel guy, unscrupulous in order to achieve the goal, for the sake of profit to turn his face and do not recognize people, in the gang, except for Randolph, who is familiar with him, he is not afraid of anyone, even in the entire depraved street, he is also a famous figure.

This woman thinks the beauty trick is useful?

She would only be teased by Gibson and then treated violently.

Gibson laughed and spread his hands, ready to hold Landingale tightly in his arms, and the second action after holding it was to throw the man in his arms in the direction of the monster.

If he could, he didn't want to go within ten meters of that monster.

At this time, Ryan's face was panicked and frightened, and his whole expression was the same as that of a frightened woman, and he was confused by this expression, and Gibson let down his guard and did not distance himself from Ryan.

At this moment, he is equivalent to opening the middle door.

Ryan was as light as the wind and jumped slightly.

He raised his palm, stood like a knife, and slashed lightly at Gibson's neck.

This movement looked very slow, and it unfolded right under Gibson's nose, however, although Gibson witnessed all this, his body's reaction was half a beat slower, and there were instructions in his head, and the instructions were given to the body through the nervous system, and the body reacted, and before the body could react, Ryan's palm had been split down, and it was split on the exposed left side of his neck.

Despite being hit, Gibson still had a smile on his face.

In his opinion, this is just Landinger's hopeless resistance, and even if he is hit, it is nothing more than flirting, like being bitten by a mosquito, and there is nothing to worry about at all.

This is not the case!

For some reason, Gibson felt a little dizzy in his head, a slight weakness in his feet, something was passing through him, this feeling made him very empty, he hated this feeling.

So, he was ready to fight back.

His hands were still in his arms, trying to make his weak hands full of strength again.

At this time, Ryan lowered his head and walked under his outstretched hands, his body soft as a snake, like a large python wrapped around Gibson's body and burrowed behind him.

This is the only point of Landingale, which is very flexible.

On the water blue star, Gu Chaoyang practiced jiu-jitsu in an ancient country, and there was a performance like juggling at the military parade ceremony in that country, and now this body is more flexible than Ryan's original body, and, in this body, Ryan sensed a trace of extraordinary talent, and extraordinary talent related to flexibility, in fact, Landingale is a talent.

It's just that when she was young, she was not discovered, and at this age, even if someone senses her talent, most of them will only sigh and do nothing.

At this age, talent has been hidden and it is difficult to discover it again.

Even if it is developed, it will have to pay a huge price, it will consume a lot of resources, and this kind of developed transcendent person can basically only stay at the stage of the first order, and it is impossible to enter the next level, and its natural characteristics are more than half worse than those developed when he was young.

The gains outweigh the losses.

There is nothing more to be done than regret.

This is also the reason why Ryan was able to get around Gibson easily, that slap was not fatal enough, only to make Gibson faint slightly, and then, before he could react, he went around behind him and lay on his back.

Then, with his fists clenched, the knuckles of his index and middle fingers bulging, he slammed hard into the back of Gibson's head.

Although there are no acupuncture points in this world, the back of the head is also a vital part of the human body, and it can't withstand heavy blows, although the strength of Landinger's body is insufficient, but under Ryan's preoccupied blow, it still has lethality, and there is no time for Gibson to dodge the buffer, at this time, he is still in a slight dizziness.

This blow fell, and it was instantly KO!