A few of the Bloods didn't even look at the spirit guys, and their eyes jumped over the crowd to lock on to Kerry in the crowd.

"You're looking for me?" Kerry noticed that these people were staring at him, and his thoughts raced for a moment.

Are these people friend or foe?

Eyes of Darkness shows that these guys have 1500 points each, which is roughly estimated to be about the same strength as Yale.

Surrounded by people eating melons, Kerry decides to leave the place quietly and go to find Alice.

He didn't think it was a good thing for a bunch of unfamiliar Bloods to come looking for him.

After all, the Blood Crystal case a few days ago was enough to make any Blood Clan go crazy.

So he slowly retreated, staring at the group of bloods.

Sensing that Kerry was trying to escape, the Bloodclan led by him took a big step forward, and he prepared to intercept Kerry.

"Hey, the labor-management guy is talking to you!" The drunken spirit guy felt offended, Ya is also a human, why do you want to pretend to be superior?

In fact, most people who have seen the blood clan have a hard time putting the image of amiability on them.

Because of the body temperature, most of them look eerie and dark, and because the long lifespan takes away the ability of most of them to smile, it gives people the feeling of "I'm cool, I'm superior".

Of course, most of the Bloods do feel superior to others.

The blood clan led by him finally lowered his head, he put his eyes on the spiritual guy in front of him, and slowly spoke, his voice cold: "Get out." ”

It's not loud, but it's loud enough for someone within ten meters to hear.

The bar is noisy.

The spiritual girls behind the spiritual guy burst out in unison.

One of the spirit girls with dyed green hair whistled and shouted at the spirit guy in front of her, "Hank, he told you to get out!" ”

The rest of the spiritual little girls are snickering with "hehehehe".

The surrounding melon-eating crowd was drinking wine and watching the development of the situation.

But for the spirit boy Hank, these people's unconscious gazes are interpreted by his self-esteem as mocking gazes.

He felt that he had lost face in front of his companions and the townspeople.

This can make him "shadow kill" Hank, how will he mix in the town after that?

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Annoyed and angry, Hankra didn't put down his face, he took out a black gadget from his pocket and pointed at the man in black who told him to roll: "If you have the ability, you say it again, I can't guarantee that this thing won't go off!" ”

The surrounding melon-eating crowd suddenly felt that this melon tasted terrible, and many people began to disperse tacitly.

Eating melons is eating melons, but life is more important.

After all, they couldn't be sure if this spiritual guy would knock too much and really go off the rails, and then the bullets picked themselves in the crowd to become the lucky spectators.

"Charlie, what the hell are you in the ink, that guy is going to run away." The left of the three Bloodlines glanced at Charlie in the middle.

In their line of sight, the human named "Kerry" was running towards the back door.

"Trouble." The Bloodline named Charlie sighed, and then stepped out.

The spiritual guy not far away didn't even react to what was happening before he felt a pain in his right hand.

"Tell you to pretend to be 13." The man in black in sunglasses smiled cruelly and exerted his right hand.

Hank struggled to look up, and was shocked to find that the other party turned out to be scarlet eyes.

The wrist that was pinched in the right hand made a tooth-sore "crackling" sound.

The wrist was slowly crushed.

The surrounding people only felt a flash of red light, and then the spirit guy was pinched by the man in black, and the spirit guy let out a terrible scream.

"Generous gifts!" A few friends beside the spirit guy were also taken aback, but these people didn't mean to step forward.

The so-called spiritual guys are a virtuous man everywhere, and when they encounter weakness, they rush to it.

When they encounter a strong one, they will watch the play with their hands on their chests.

In the words of an oriental philosophy: the dead friend does not die the poor way.

How can a low education know how to share weal and woe?

Put 100 US dollars in front of him, these guys can and even break their heads for these 100 US dollars.

"Everyone, sit back in your original position." The Bloodline on the left takes off his sunglasses, revealing scarlet eyes.

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain a different kind of magic.

Like a mother singing a lullaby in her ears as a child, the crowd exuded a confused look.

They forget who they are, what they want to do, and they only want to get out of here.

The road was cleared, and the people obediently carried out the orders of the Bloods on the left, and obediently sat in their places.

The road was emptied, revealing floors that had been blackened from years of uncleaned.

"He ran away." The Bloodline on the right pointed to the back door that had been pulled open in the distance, and there was an alley outside.

In the emptiness where they were haunted by the spirit guys, Kerry had already run to the back door of the bar and fled.

Sometimes, in order to avoid police raids, the old bar team will build a back door lane in the bar.

Usually it leads to intricate alleys.

"He can't run away." The blood clan in the middle shrugged his nose and shook his head intoxicated, with a faint smile on his face: "I smell him, a faint smell of garlic." ”

"And, it seems, there is a taste of the same kind?" The Bloodline named Charlie was a little unconfident.

After all, how can the blood clan mix with people.

The man walked back and forth at the counter in front of the bar and asked, "Is that half-breed involved in the operation besides us?" ”

"No, his men ran away to the Cales family who live here tonight." The other Bloodclan shook his head, indicating that the man was not involved.

"What are you afraid of, Charlie, can the three viscounts still capsize?" The black-clothed man of the Blood Clan on the right scooped up a girl in denim ultra-shorts and opened his mouth to feast.

"No, I'm just distracted, maybe I'm thinking too much." Shaking his head, the man did not speak again.

The other two's eyes flickered, and they couldn't help but lick their mouths as they looked at their eating companions, and then glanced at the tavern, revealing disdain.

"It's either LJ or drugged, Paul, can you get your mouth shut?" The bloodline named Charlie shook his head: "Their blood is evil except for decay, it's too exex." ”

"So that's why I'm happier than you." The greedy blood clan named Paul sucked the girl's blood, ignoring the fact that the woman's face had gradually turned pale, and her hands and feet trembled unconsciously.

"Because Lao Tzu is not a picky eater at all." Paul threw away the woman who was twitching, grabbed the spirit sister from before, grabbed her by the neck and drank wildly.

Gulping down the blood, Paul motioned for his companions to leave him alone.

The people around them stood in place, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

With so many ready-made prey, he decided to have a good meal.