"Look, my food is here!", Jim watched a guy walk over two half-meter-long, golden-colored ribs dripping with hot butter with two hooks, his saliva secretion became even stronger, "I can't wait, damn you can't go faster?"

The fellow looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, childish, with a circle of black fluff on his lips, and he carefully carried two beef ribs and walked slowly, and the other hand was still holding on to the ribs. When he placed the rib on the plate in front of Jim, it was pointed straight at him, which made Jim very unhappy, because he couldn't see more flesh in that way, so he raised his stubby hand and took a turn, "Are you new here?"

The young man, with a shy guilt on his face, immediately walked around to Jim's side directly across from him. The bodyguard guarding him gave way, and he knew that the only thing he could do at this time was to let Jim have a good meal.

Everyone has their own temper, and Jim is a good talker a lot of the time, and he can't find the hideousness behind the murderous nickname "meat grinder" at all. You can even joke with him a little too much, even if he is the one being joked about, he will laugh and scold, but definitely not get angry.

Only when you eat, you can't provoke him.

Wood once said that Jim is like a dog that shows his fangs when you interfere with his eating, so even Wood doesn't disturb Jim too much during his meal to keep him from eating.

The bodyguard moved some distance, and the young man walked up to Jim's side and laid two beef ribs across in front of him. Jim's smile was as bright as a summer flower, and he even laughed out loud. He didn't eat with a knife or anything like that, he wasn't a decent person in front of food, so he stretched out his hands, grabbed the bones exposed by the slight contraction of the beef at both ends of his ribs with his fingers, raised them and bit them hard.

There was also a crispy sound from the moment his teeth cut into the beef, and the beef had some chopped fruit peppers on it, as well as some spices that provided the aroma mixed with butter and beef, exploding on his taste buds. He raised his head comfortably and used his taste buds to feel every change in taste, it was really delicious!

At this moment, a guy on the side of the road was unconsciously standing behind Jim's bodyguard, he suddenly took off the scarf on his collar, jumped up and wrapped it around the bodyguard's neck, and then stared at his back with his knees, strangled him deadly. As he did so, the boy kicked in, stabbing the hook he used to hold the cow's ribs down Jim's jaw, and a smaller hook hooked into the chair.

Jim struggled immediately, but the hook made of steel was enough to hang hundreds of pounds of flesh, pierced into his jaw and then tightened on the back of the chair, let alone talk, he couldn't even open his mouth, and his tongue was also pierced together, except for making a meaningless whine, he could only wave his arms indiscriminately and struggle hard.

At this time, he realized the importance of losing weight.

The young man turned and stood behind Jim, ignoring Jim's round eyes and looking into his fierce eyes, reaching for the unused knife on the table, aiming it at Jim's neck and stabbing it in. Blood spurted out in an instant, and the hot blood steamed, spilling onto the plate, bringing more flavor to the barbecue beef ribs.

He stabbed Jim several times, and the last one stabbed Jim in the chest, and after being stabbed several times in a row, Jim's struggle suddenly increased for a moment, and finally slowly weakened. The guy drew his knife and turned around and stabbed Jim's bodyguard in the chest, stabbing him twice before quickly leaving with another teenager. It was only at this time that someone came back to their senses from the great change and screamed in shock.

The whole process of murder took ten seconds at most, so fast that many people didn't know what was happening, and the two guys ran away.

At this time, the boss, who was instructing his son in the back hall to grill beef ribs, ran out with an apron on, and when he saw Jim's hands hanging at his sides, his eyes were blackened, and his legs fell to the ground weakly.

It's over, Jim is dead here, and Wood will get his revenge!

The boss is a person from that era, and he knows that these people are far from being as glamorous as they seem, and when he thinks of the results he may have to face, his whole person seems to have lost his soul.

On the other street, a group of people gathered, all of whom Wood had found to gather information about Doolin, but all they knew so far was Dorin's name, his appearance, and his age. Although the information had been repeated over and over again, Wood didn't care, and instead asked Gigi to give them the money at the agreed price.

Since becoming a gentleman, he has lost a lot of things in the active whitewashing of wanting to enter high society. Now, he regrets it, so he needs to spend more money to be able to buy back what he lost.

After this incident, he didn't want to be a gentleman again, maybe he was best suited to be a thug, a villain, not a well-dressed beast.

"My ......", a thin guy just wanted to reach out and take his share of the money from Gigi's hand, but Gigi's hand shrank, so he couldn't help but scream.

These guys who have been wandering the streets for a long time are actually very cheap, and you can buy some news from their mouths for only five dollars. Wood offered a higher price, ten dollars a message, and didn't mind the junk news, which drove all the homeless people and these street prodigals crazy. Looking at the stack of at least fifty dollars in Gigi's hand, the few muscles on this thin guy's face jumped and jumped, and his eyes became dangerous.

Gigi didn't have the slightest fear of these people, and even if they were combined, they didn't dare to do anything to him. Everyone knows that Gigi is Wood's bodyguard, and moving Gigi is tantamount to challenging Wood.

Ignoring the threat in his eyes, Gigi looked at him, "It's okay to want money, but if it's still this kind of spam next time, you don't expect to take even a penny from me, understand?"

The thin guy was stunned for a moment, the fierce look on his face immediately faded, he changed into clothes with a flattering look, nodded and said: "Understood, understood, next time it will definitely be useful news, otherwise there will be absolutely no charge!"

Giggi then stretched out his hand in satisfaction, spread it out, and the thin fellow immediately snatched the money from him, walked out of the crowd, counted it twice, and stuffed it into his pocket contentedly.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and these people worked harder to gather information for money, and just as Gigi was about to leave, a young man wearing a trench coat and a peaked cap walked over. He looked at it twice, because the young man was very handsome and sunny.

No matter what era, no matter what background culture, face culture has always been the mainstream of light or dark, and it has never changed.

The delicate young man walked over, with a smile on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze, Jiji had planned to leave, but stopped because the young man smiled at him.

The boy walked up to him and nodded with a smile, "Is that Mr. Gigi?"

He didn't say much, and most of the time he only nodded and shook his head, but he actually said unexpectedly, "Yes, I'm Jiji, what's the matter?"

The young man nodded vigorously, "Mr. Dolin asked me to say hello!"

In the next second, Gigi's frightened eyes reflected the pistol that the young man had taken out of his pocket, and he had already made a move to turn around and flee, but no matter how fast his movements were, how could he be faster than the bullets of the pistol?

A violent air stream with a hint of mist erupted from the chamber of the pistol, and a thin black dot flew slowly, and Gigi could even see the bullet spinning in the air.

With a pop, a large cloud of blood mist exploded next to Jiji's head, and his short but extraordinarily strong body collapsed. The boy walked up to Gigi and shot him in the head several more times, until his whole head was shattered, and then he took the pistol into his arms and left quickly.

Lying on the ground and having lost his life, his body was still convulsing, Gigi could not die anymore, and the homeless man and the street prodigals, who had been some distance away, seemed to be stunned for a brief moment, and then rushed back, prostrate on Gigi's body, rummaging through his pockets for money.

As for what just happened and what will happen in the future?

Who cares?!