"Big brother, how does this batch of goods taste?" In the private room, several hooligans were gathered at the table, sucking the powder on the table with relish. Han Chao leaned back in the chair and entered a wonderful state. He closes his eyes, relaxes, and feels the joy of his body and brain stimulating each other.

The door was quietly opened, and the red fur turned around, revealing that it was the two thugs who had left earlier. One of them, who seemed to have little strength, leaned limply on top of his companion, and was carried in by him.

The young man who was holding him was wearing a black sweatshirt and a hat, his head always bowed, and his face was blocked by his companions. But the red hair recognized the other party at a glance through his clothes: "Ah Xing, hurry up and close the door, don't let anyone outside see it." ”

"Hmm." The gangster named Ah Xing answered lightly, put the people around him on the ground, turned around and locked the door of the private room.

"Grass, Gangzi sucks up again." One of the thugs laughed and kicked the man on the ground, only to find that the other man was still motionless and unresponsive. "You kid, get up, don't play dead for me!" The thug lifted the other party up from the ground with some unhappiness, and shook his shoulders with both hands.

The little rascal named Gangzi closed his eyes tightly, and did not respond at all to his companion. The thug suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and quickly reached out to probe his snort......

No more breathing! Could it be that Gangzi is dead? The thugs were shocked and subconsciously let go. Gangzi's body lost its support and fell to the ground with a "bang". The loud bang caught the attention of the others.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The redfur looked up in displeasure.

"Boss, no...... Oh no! He seems to be dead! "The little thugs can't even say what they are scared of.

"What?" Several other people were originally immersed in the happiness brought by gambling, but when they heard this, everyone was excited, and they suddenly sobered up a lot. Hongmao dropped the cigarette in his hand and rushed forward to check it out.

I saw that the little rascal on the ground had a pale face, no breathing and no heartbeat, and he was indeed dead. Startled, Redfur fumbled around him, and soon found the small bag of white powder in the corpse's trouser pocket.

"No, Gangzi's things haven't moved at all, he's not sucking ...... Hey? The red-haired hand touched some viscous liquid, and he moved the corpse away, only to find that there was a hideous wound in the back of his heart, and blood was constantly gushing out of it.

He suddenly remembered the other gangster who helped Gangzi enter the door before, the red hair raised his head alertly, and just as he was about to speak, he was pierced in the throat by a sharp dagger.

"Ah Xing, are you crazy?" Amid the shouts of the other thugs, the young man just now slowly took off the hat on his sweatshirt, and under the black broken hair, there were a pair of cold eyes. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses as he pulled the dagger from the red-haired throat.

Blood splattered all over the ground like a fountain, and also splashed the young man's body.

"Grass, who the fuck are you?" When several other people saw this, they immediately became a mess. Several hooligans immediately took out the daggers on their waists and pointed them at the young man, trying to make the other party disarm and surrender by threatening them.

"Fortunately, it's a black dress, and I can't see it if it's stained with blood." The young man shook the blood on his dagger, as if he had not heard them at all. He looked around at the hooligans in front of him and pointed a dagger at them, as if counting the numbers.

“1、2、3、4…… Plus 5 and 6 on the ground, and 7 in the toilet...... Well, it's all right. "It seems that he is not killing people, but chatting with him. Han Chao felt that something was wrong, the other party didn't look like a police person.

Could it be that some other competitor sent it? Thinking so, while Dai Shikai was talking to his subordinates, Han Chao took out his mobile phone from his pocket under the cover of the computer desk, preparing to send a message to others.

However, before he could turn on the phone, he suddenly felt that his body could not move. Not only him, but several other hooligans as well.

"Everyone, I just had too much physical exertion in the toilet, and I'm in a hurry now, so can you cooperate a little?" Dai Shikai looked at his watch, and the props could only have a fixed effect for about a minute.

"You...... What have you done to us? When one of the thugs saw Dai Shikai walking towards him, he couldn't help but shout in fear: "Help! Someone is doing murder here! ”

"If you shout in your throat, no one will hear you." Dai Shikai had already activated the props when he locked the door. This was borrowed by him asking Xu Zhen, which could temporarily isolate the place around him from the external environment for a period of time. During this time, no matter how loud the movement and noise is coming from inside, it will not attract the attention of others.

Although these props are not of any use against ghosts, they are surprisingly easy to use when it comes to killing.

He frowned, blocked his ear with one hand, and quickly cut off the carotid artery of the thug in front of him. Dai Shikai prefers this method of killing, which is clean and effortless, and kills with one knife, which can save a lot of time.

"Please, don't kill me......" Seeing his companion's body fall limply, the other two thugs were already so frightened that they couldn't cry. Dai Shikai did not relent because of their request, seeing that there were less than twenty seconds left, he quickly killed these two people, and then took out the handcuffs that had been prepared in his pocket and imprisoned Han Chao.

The moment the props failed, Han Chao also regained control of his body. It's just that his hands are already cuffed, and he has a knife against his neck.

"Don't move. Otherwise, I'll kill you right away." Before the blood of the few people who had just died could be wiped dry, feeling the blood flowing down the blade to his neck, Han Chao swallowed and spit, and nodded with an earthy face: "Don't kill me, you can as much as you want...... The goods are yours too......"

Dai Shikai didn't look at the things on the table, wiped his face that was splashed with blood with one hand, and said lazily: "Brother is not interested in those things." ”

"What the hell do you want?" Han Chao couldn't help but straighten his body. He could see that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary outlaw.

"I, I want you to come with me, brother will take you down to the restaurant. Are you going or not? As Dai Shikai spoke, the dagger leaned against his neck again.

"Go ......" Han Chao took a deep breath, although he didn't know what the other party meant, he didn't dare to disobey Dai Shikai's request: "As long as you don't hurt me." ”

"Ojbk, I'm definitely not going to do anything to you." After Dai Shikai finished speaking, he dragged him up from the chair. There were five corpses on the ground, and the brown carpet of the Internet café had been stained dark with blood, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Han Chao slowly walked past his companion's corpse, looking at the mysterious black-haired young man beside him, his heart beating faster and faster.