"How do you want me to send you to hell?"

Bourkeso looked at the little man in front of him, and the muscles in his body had begun to swell.

For him, taking human life is a rare experience at any time.

But in his long fighting career, he has experienced more than once what it is like for human life to be extinguished in the tide of demons.

In that world, humanity has always been on the same side, and no human being would think of attacking their fellow human beings.

Because just dealing with the demons that came like a tidal wave had drained the last of their bodies.

Battles between humans have always been a rarity.

The killing intent rose in Bourkeso's body, bringing not the cold and piercing illusion, but the danger of death and burning as if he was in a crater about to erupt.

"Sir, please calm down!"

A big word named Luke said to Bourqueso.

"Although I want to kill this guy too, but if you do this, it will attract endless revenge from the gang!"

Luke keenly felt the blazing killing intent that made it difficult for him to breathe, and he had no doubt that the stout old man with full white hair in front of him could crush the thug like an ant all along.

Even if this happens, he will not be in danger.

But the gangsters will definitely try their best to find this old guy, and this method definitely includes the investigation of everyone who is in the vicinity at this time.

And the way the gangs investigate will eventually turn violent.

Luke wasn't worried about that, because a normal attack wasn't even an itch to him, but the barbershop daddy couldn't hold up the constant trouble.

"Damn, why is this troublesome spirit the cousin of that shit gang boss!"

Luke was already scolding fiercely in his heart.

Although this cousin doesn't have much status, even if Luke breaks his leg, it won't be a problem.

But it's not the same when you're dead, especially at the hands of an old man who is clearly an outsider.

For gangs, outsiders killing their people is the most serious provocation, and they will definitely retaliate with no end to death.

Especially for these lowest-level gangs, they can only build their reputation on hatred and brutality, and they never use their brains to solve problems!

"Young man, I'm not going to be convinced by you!"

Bourkeso strode towards the open-mouthed guy, the overalls on his body were tightly pressed against Bourkeso's body under the action of the wind, and the sturdy figure was finally shown in the eyes of the two.

"I don't think he's joking, you better run, I'll break your leg next time we meet."

Luke's head was sweating a little, and he felt a power that he could never defeat.

"This is Hell's Kitchen! Luke! Luke Cage! Are you letting me escape! ”

I have to say that most of those low-level gangsters have no brains, and they are even dull to make people laugh.

On a normal day, Luke would have joked about it with those guys at the bar.

But the pressure he felt was getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't even speak at this time. Perhaps at this time, he had begun to regret why he had a keen perception beyond ordinary people.

His thick hand gripped the top of Hit's bastard's head, and the power of his fingertips made him feel the danger.

No matter how dull a thug is, he will not be idle when he is pointed at gunpoint, and for this guy named Hit, the pressure he feels at this time is even heavier than the moment when he saw Kim Ji from afar.

"Say, I'll give you a chance to choose, how you want to die!"

Bourqueso's loud voice echoed through the street, and all felt the resoluteness.

At this time, Luke Cage, who was standing in front of Bourkeso, felt like he was being suppressed by the bloodline of the species.

"If I could, I would like to die of old age."

The brain-caught asthine said in the humblest voice of his life.

At this time, he completely lost the arrogance of his previous command, but was like a cat that was grabbed by the back of his neck, pitiful and helpless.

"Leave him alone, old man."

The door of the barbershop, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and a black man with white hair clinging to his scalp staggered out.

"I can feel your anger and believe that you are not ordinary people, but those of us who live here are not as careless as you."

The old man's voice spoke with a hint of pleading, causing Bourkeso to hesitate for a moment.

The old man's face looked a little like Tyrell's, and his actions were also called courageous, and such actions naturally won some favor from Bourkeso.

"So, what can I do?"

Bourkeso said in a somewhat amused tone, his beard shaking with his smile.

It wouldn't be a problem for Bourkeso to sweep away the annoying creatures of this place, but he wanted to know what choices the people who lived in this place would make.

In the world, there are countless strong people, they have some God complexes in their bodies, they hope that they can save others, and they can stand up in times of difficulty.

But Bourkeso was different, he was just a warrior.

He only thinks about how to chop his enemies to pieces, and he thinks about salvation beyond that.

Save? It's just a side gain on the way to fight for life.

"You don't have to do anything, old man, just let go of that nasty bastard and go home and get a good night's sleep."

The old man said in a low tone.

"If you come here next time, my barbershop is free for you. I'll also give you a hairstyle that I've carefully designed, so put that guy down now and go home. ”

The thug who was grabbed by Bourkeso's head tried his best to nod, but he obviously didn't have that much strength to allow his neck to move the head that looked like it had been nailed.

"Demons? It's just a bunch of garbage! Their tables are just a puddle of shit, and even those are luxuries! ”

Bourkeso gradually relaxed his palms, his anger and murderous intent gradually subsided in the almost pleading voice of an ordinary old man.

Not far from Bourkeso, a mage was breaking out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

After the Ancient One mage sent this powerful barbarian, he emphatically told these mages who were resident in New York to avoid those ignorant fools from provoking this strong man.

Probably no one in this world at the moment understands the power of Bourkeso better than the Ancient One.

If Bourkeso fell into anger, then he was afraid that the Ancient One would have to learn from the future Doctor Strange, and would have to use the closed loop of time to hold the barbarian back until he had extinguished his anger.

Now the situation is good, the barbarians are beginning to extinguish their anger, and all will be calm again.

Perhaps at best, it will be an after-dinner conversation in Hell's Kitchen.

For example, a story of a burly old man who cleaned up Hitt ruthlessly, and perhaps an exaggerated description of the old man's height and waist circumference of one zhang will be added.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have changed shifts with Sly, otherwise how would I have encountered such a thing."

At the moment when Bourkeso was provoked, the mage was eager to catch the thug and hit him with eighteen sets of military body punches.

Bourkeso is undoubtedly a hero, but the heroes of the barbarians are the kind of special people who don't care about what others say.

Even the witch doctors who tinkered with the mystical voodoo were better at talking than the angry barbarians.

There is no way to restore peace to this world except death and the savage himself.

Fortunately, today's events are a false alarm after all.