In the dimly lit bar, empty tables are scattered around the stage.

The lights on the stage had gone out, and the lever of the microphone stood alone in the dimness, and it was dark all around, except for the dim lights on the bar.

The lights shone and several white men in black suits and top hats stood there.

Two of them are behind the bar and one in front of the bar.

In the place where the three of them could not see, there was another person standing silently in the shadow at the base of the wall, staring at the figure in front of the bar with a gloomy and slightly frightened gaze.

This person is tall and strong, wearing the largest black suit, weighing two or three hundred pounds, and has a fierce face, a face full of meat, thin lips and no blood, and at first glance he is a ruthless character who is not easy to mess with.

"You're here, Luca."

Behind the bar, one of the men smiled, took out a bottle of whiskey from under the bar, and introduced himself with a smile as he poured it: "Would you like a glass of whiskey, pre-war?" ”

The tall man named Luca did not stretch out his hand, but said calmly, "I don't drink. ”

The man pursed his lips and walked to the other side of the bar with his glass, as if he wanted to mix a drink.

Another person on the side immediately filled the man's place, looking at Lukka with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes."

Lukka nodded, a kind smile on his vicious face.

"You've talked to the Tartaglia family, right, I think we can do some business together, I need someone as strong as you to escort me."

Speaking of this, the man paused and grinned, "I heard that you are at odds with the Corleone family, do you want to join?" ”

Lukka was silent for a moment, as if he was struggling with his thoughts, but eventually he looked up at the man.

"What's in it for me."

"The first batch of goods will give you 50,000 first, this is just the beginning." The man chuckled and said confidently, "You should know the future prospects of this business, it is by no means as simple as tens of thousands of dollars." ”

Lukka seemed to be very impressed, and nodded slightly after thinking: "Yes." ”

"Good!"

The man smiled as he reached out to shake Luca's hand.

But Lukka pretended not to see it, and pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

But before he could pull out the lighter, the man with the wine glass in front of him handed over a lighter like a trick, lit it and handed it to Luca.

Lukka glanced at him, leaning forward with his hands on the bar.

At that moment, the man threw away the lighter, grabbed Luca's left hand, and pressed his left hand tightly against the bar.

Luka's face changed abruptly, and even if he wanted to get up and break free.

But the other man was prepared, took out a dagger and stabbed him through his right palm, nailing his right hand firmly to the bar as well.

At the same time, a man in a trench coat rushed out of the shadows behind him, tightly wrapped a string around his neck, and made Luka's face turn purple, his eyes red and bulging, and he couldn't even breathe, let alone break free.

Soon, Luka's eyes bulged out, his legs were circled, and his body collapsed weakly, and feces and urine were mixed up and flowed all over the ground.

The man in control of Luca's left hand had a smile on his face, and was about to take out a cigarette and light one when he suddenly heard a crackling sound outside the bar.

It's as if someone kicked over a trash can, which in turn caused a chain of reactions.

The man's face immediately changed, and he gave the man in the trench coat who had just strangled Lukka to wink.

The trench coat nodded, pulled a revolver from Luka's body, and turned to walk towards the gate.

Outside the bar, a figure staggered against the wall.

Black T-shirt, black shorts, black broken hair, a height of more than 1.8 meters, and a slightly pale Chinese face, it doesn't look like the person who should appear on this street at all.

It doesn't look like going out in December.

There is no doubt that this person is the one who appeared here for some reason after gaining the ability.

After being engulfed in black spots, Yi Shu felt like he was on a roller coaster with crazy shifts, rampage in the belly of a blender, and finally vomited out mercilessly.

The whirlwind of dizziness filled my brain, and my chest and abdomen were filled with the uncomfortable feeling of wanting to vomit.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Yi Shu's face was ugly, and he stood with one hand against the wall, closing his eyes, trying to suppress the surging qi and blood all over his body.

At this moment, there was a sound from inside the bar, and there was a faint trace of blood.

Yi Shu frowned, leaned against the wall, and walked forward with a feeling of dizziness, during which he accidentally knocked over several small metal trash cans due to uncoordinated limbs.

After he turned the corner, a man in a trench coat cautiously pushed open the door and walked out, and with a glance, he saw several trash cans that had been knocked over by Yi Shu.

"Sure enough, there are people!"

The man in the trench coat had a fierce glint in his eyes, clenched his revolver and chased after him.

As soon as he turned the corner, a fist rapidly enlarged in his eyes.

"Bang!"

Yi Shu punched him right in the face, followed by a sweeping kick to the trench coat's jaw.

The man in the trench coat rolled his eyes, and fainted without even seeing the figure of Yi Shu.

"It's a foreigner, and there's a gun."

"Where the hell is this?"

Yi Shu frowned, looking at the man in the trench coat who fainted in front of him, his heart was full of questions.

It's a pity that the increasingly strong feeling of dizziness is no longer enough to support him to think more.

In desperation, Yi Shu endured the feeling of fainting and hurried, not knowing how far he had walked, before he saw an antique Chinese-style courtyard among many buildings.

"No matter, that's it!"

Yi Shu gritted his teeth, walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, and knocked on the gate of the courtyard before fainting completely.

With Yi Shu's willpower, the simple crossing process was not enough to make him faint completely, but he had just touched the crystal in the super runaway before, and his spirit was the most exhausted.

Coupled with the whirling process of crossing the world, as well as Fang Cai's forcible attack, the qi and blood that he had barely suppressed just now churned again.

At this time, he only felt lightheaded, and his whole body was weak.

With the triple dizziness of his body, it is already his limit to be able to hold on until now.

After Yi Shu passed out, the gate of the courtyard opened gently.

A sturdy man with a vague fierce look in his eyes poked his head out of it, looked left and right, and only after confirming that there was no one did he look at Yi Shu, who fainted in front of the door.

“…… Are you Chinese? ”

Seeing Yi Shu's face, the fierceness in the sturdy man's eyes eased slightly.

But after seeing Yi Shu's clothes, the sturdy man was a little puzzled.

"Why do you wear so little?"

The sturdy man frowned, and after thinking for a moment or two, he still dragged Yi Shu into the courtyard, and then closed the door.

On the other side, the two people behind the bar didn't dare to act rashly, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, until the follow-up people came one after another, only to find that the man in the trench coat had been knocked unconscious on the street corner.

The two of them suddenly looked ugly, and after glancing at each other, they quickly made a decision.

"Can't wait any longer!"

"We have to do it as soon as possible!"

"And!" The man with the top hat added with a gloomy face, "The person outside the gate also needs to be checked, whether he is from the Corleone family or not, and he can't be allowed to deliver the news - at least until we act!" ”

"Yes!"

……

……

Inside the Chinese courtyard.

The unconscious Yi Shu was lying flat on the floor of the living room, and a young man in a white coat was squatting there, with two fingers on Yi Shu's wrist.

Behind the young man in the white coat, an old man in a black coat with gray hair sat on the sofa, and next to him stood the sturdy man who had dragged him in just now.

Soon, the young man in the white coat stood up and nodded to the man on the sofa.

The sturdy man breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the old man in the black coat and said, "Grandpa, you're still alive." ”

"It's more than being alive!" The young man in the white coat glanced at him angrily, "This person has a strong pulse, and the vigor of qi and blood is the only thing I have seen in my life, even if you are far inferior." ”

"I dare to assert that this person is either talented or a martial arts master!"