"Ahem......"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. 35xs

Adam and William coughed awkwardly.

Mingyang smiled and put his arms around William and Adam's shoulders.

"You are different, we have lived and died together all these years, we have shared hardships and hardships, not to mention that you are different races from me, even if you two are a dog, you are also my brother worthy of entrusting your life. ”

"How awkward does that sound to me......"

The largest nightclub in the UK, KCS.

At this time, at the door, dozens of RVs stopped, and Mingyang was the first to jump down in the car: "Catch Victor, those who block it, and kill all of them." ”

Shenji frowned slightly, and said with some concern: "Big brother, this is the largest nightclub in the UK, and killing people here will inevitably cause a lot of public opinion, otherwise we will wait for him to come out outside?"

Liu Jianfeng pulled out his black long sword and said murderously: "Second brother, now that someone has bullied our underworld, if you don't react, how can you gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes?"

Looking at the splendid nightclub in front of him and the extremely luxurious decoration, a smile appeared on the corner of Mingyang's mouth: "What I want is for the whole world to know, my brother of the Emperor of the Underworld, no one can hurt him, otherwise the price to pay is death!"

And in the red-light, green-wine, drunk-and-money nightclub, a tall middle-aged man who wears an expensive suit, but can hardly hide his greedy desire for money and power in his eyes, this person is the world's most notorious arms dealer.

Behind Victor, there are dozens of bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists, and looking at their muscular appearance, it is obvious that they are not good.

Opposite Victor sat a black man of twenty-eight or nineteen, a man in gorgeous clothes, wearing a large gold chain the thickness of a baby's wrist around his neck, and a gleaming Rolex starry sky on his wrist, a gold limited edition, and he looked like an out-and-out nouveau riche......

Victor put his arm around the black man's shoulders: "Paul II, your father is the leader of the rebel army in South Africa, and he is also my biggest customer, today you come to England, I naturally want to do my landlord's friendship, you stand these dancing ****, who do you like, brother, I will definitely send it to your hotel." ”

Paul II stuck out his tongue and licked his thick lips, his eyes squinting in search of the prey.

Finally, he pointed to the corner of the nightclub, drinking alone, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Asian girl.

"I want her!"

Victor frowned slightly: "It's not the **** on the stage, it's a guest?"

Paul II looked at the little girl and grinned: "I'm tired of playing with both white and black people, I want to try them Asian, I heard that they are very small underneath, and when you do it, they will be broken and bleed!"

"It's fucking perverted. ”

Victor cursed in his heart, and then shouted to several pretenders behind him: "Go and bring that girl over, whether she is a guest or a dancer, she is just Asian, the yellow race is a group of inferior races, after Paul II played,."

"Yes!"

Not long after Victor's two men left, he forcibly dragged the little girl over.

The little girl struggled in the hands of the two of them, shouting in standard English: "What are you doing! Hurry up and let go of me, I don't know you, help!

With the little girl's cry for help, many people around looked at her, but everyone not only chose to stand by, but even gathered around with a wine glass and a smile to watch the excitement.

Even the security personnel of the nightclub are the same, they don't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to help, they all hold their hands in their arms, and they look like they are watching a good show.

A young man with a hookah in his hand, obviously skating, pointed to the struggling little girl: "Yellow women, when they come to our Europe, are a group of prostitutes. ”

The ****, who was dressed sexily and had a cigarette in his mouth, said disdainfully: "Prostitutes still have to charge, they don't charge, phew, the world's buses, cheap goods." ”

"Strip her, strip her!"

As several young men with big skating hair shouted, the whole audience also coaxed.

Victor frowned slightly and looked at Paul II: "Brother, things seem to be a bit big, can't we change one?"

"No, it's cool like this, I'll her in front of many people!"

Paul II stood up as he spoke, and began to undress.

"Up, up, up!"

Countless men and women at the scene held up wine bottles and coaxed loudly.

Paul II was in the limelight, and felt very useful, jumped onto the table, grabbed a bottle of champagne, and slowly dragged his pants as he shook it.

"My sister is right, I knew that I wouldn't come to such a barbarian place abroad. ”

The little girl muttered in a low voice, and quickly pinched the seal with both hands: "There is no way, it seems that the only way to kill them is ......"

However, at this moment, a gunshot rang out at the door of the nightclub.

The music stopped, and countless people looked towards the door, only to see hundreds of mysterious people wearing grimace masks, tall and short, fat and thin, rushing in.

Mingyang walked at the forefront with the mask of the ghost king, and directly took off his mask, revealing a delicate face, and scanned the audience.

"Yellow race, world bus, inferior race, well, I, the yellow race, will kill you all today. ”

Fame Yang waved his hand: "Don't leave one, kill!"

Countless people in the underworld, drew their weapons, went up, and faced a group of young men and women who were hollowed out by wine and whose physical fitness was not even as good as that of ordinary people, in the hands of the people of the underworld, it was like chopping melons and vegetables, unilaterally slaughtering.

Shenji pointed in the direction of Victor: "Big brother, he is Victor." ”

Mingyang looked Victor up and down: "Oh, Victor, Victor, today Lao Tzu killed you with his own hands, and you are also lucky." ”

Although Mingyang's voice is not loud, and it is in a noisy environment such as a nightclub, every note can be accurately delivered to the ears of those present, which is amazing.

Vikta hurriedly took a step back, hid behind the bodyguard, and pointed to Fame: "Who are you?" ”

"Even with you Victor, you dare to point your finger at my eldest brother!"

Liu Jianfeng shook his hand and a black card flew out and accurately inserted it into the forehead of a bodyguard.

The bodyguard fell to the ground and died, Victor pulled out the card from the bodyguard's head, only to see that this was a black card that seemed to be gold, jade, not jade, and could not see the material, with countless ghost heads painted on the front, and only one big red character 'Ling' on the back.

Victor trembled with fright, the card in his hand fell unsteadily to the ground, his feet were weak, and if it wasn't for the protection of a group of bodyguards, he would definitely not be able to stand and sit down.

"This is the Hundred Ghosts Soul Chasing Order of the Underworld, you are the Lord of the Underworld, we have no grievances, why do you want to issue a Hundred Ghosts Soul Chasing Order. ”

In fact, it's no wonder that Victor behaves like this, Difu is known as the strongest killer organization in the world, and has only issued a hundred ghost chasing orders twice, once as the prime minister of a certain country, and once as the king of killers who became famous in the previous one.

Without exception, all of them were killed by the powerful and crazy underworld, and Vikta never thought that he would one day get this Hundred Ghosts Soul Chasing Order.

(End of chapter)