In the face of Gordon's hateful punch, Hood was defenseless.

The fist fell, and Hood's gums suddenly became fishy, and he felt that his eyes were dark, and he took a few steps back.

Gordon then lunged forward, pinning him to the ground, frantically swinging his fists.

Hood took a few blows and relented, and slammed Gordon into the air.

He got up, gritted his teeth and grabbed Gordon's hair, and punched his right hand.

Gordon was already drunk, and after a few strokes, he lost his strength, and he was punched in the face by Hood and fell to the ground.

Hood wanted to swing his fist again, but when he saw Gordon curled up on the ground in pain, he gasped and put his fist away, and cursed angrily in his mouth:

"Fake."

Hood took a few steps back and forth in exasperation, and stepped forward to extend his arm to Gordon.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

"You trash."

Gordon rested for a moment to regain his strength, and he roared as Hood's arm slapped away, and he burst from the ground, grabbed Hood's waist and rushed forward.

The two men scrambled backwards and slammed into the wall.

The head slammed back, and a sharp pain came, and Hood scolded angrily, and no longer kept his hand, his elbow raised high and chiseled hard.

"Ahh

Gordon was hit hard in the back and fell to his knees screaming.

Hood didn't stop, kicking Gordon over and riding on top of him, his fists raining down.

Ethan pushed open the door and saw that Hood was holding Gordon down, punching down hard.

"Stop, stop fighting."

He rushed over and grabbed Hood.

After a few hard strokes, Hood let go of Gordon's grip and was carried to the side of the room by Ethan.

"Shet."

Hood took two steps back, tidying up his messy clothes.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Gordon viciously, "Do you want another round?" ”

Ethan stood between the two and asked Gordon:

"Are you alright?"

Gordon lay on the ground, his chest heaving sharply, and after a few breaths, he finally regained his strength.

He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then struggled to sit up.

Ethan tried to help him, but was slapped away.

Gordon picked up his phone on the table next to him and glanced at it, then staggered out of the room with his coat in hand.

Ethan turned around and said helplessly to Hood, "Waterfa, now is not a good time to offend the mayor. ”

Hood clenched his hands and roared indignantly:

"That's my woman."

"Mom Fark, that's my woman."

Originally, he didn't plan to clash with Gordon, but he didn't expect Gordon to swing his fists at him instead, and those punches knocked out the resentment in his heart.

Ethan didn't know what to say, for Hood, his beloved woman became someone else's wife, and his daughter called someone else's father, all of which seemed extremely aggrieved.

For Gordon, his wife, who has been in bed with him for more than a decade, is the daughter of the head of a criminal gang.

His wife and Hood are not clear, and they would rather leave their children behind than sacrifice their lives to save them.

As a former district attorney, while his wife is squatting in prison, all this seems so ridiculous.

Ethan sighed, both of them needed to vent their emotions, and it would be good to have a fight.

He patted Hood on the shoulder and walked out of the room.

An hour later, a fast-moving Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Sava Gentlemen's Club.

Proctor hurried into the club, with Borden and Rebecca following closely behind.

The club was quiet, except for a few waiters and security personnel who were cleaning.

Procott's face became more gloomy and his pace slowed down a bit.

Regarding this, in fact, he had expected it a long time ago.

Ever since learning that his men had failed to kidnap Chino Tribe Commissioner Thompson and accidentally killed Kate Moody, he had anticipated his retribution.

Hood and Kate have an intimate relationship, which is no secret to him.

Although it is not something he wants to see Kate killed, since it has happened, he can only accept it calmly, and he can't go to three dead people to vent his anger.

It's just that he didn't expect Hood's action to come so quickly, and he swept his club the next day.

At a table next to the dance floor, there sat several security guards in black suits.

One of them, seeing Procott walking in, hurriedly put down the beer bottle and stood up.

"Mr. Procout."

Several security personnel behind him also stood up one after another, folding their hands in front of them.

"Simos, please tell me more about what happened here."

Proctor stopped, pursed his lips and looked at the tall, bearded man in front of him.

Simus rubbed his nose and said helplessly:

"Those people from the Banshee Town Police Station broke in, and they swept everyone's interest."

"The girls are also taken away by the strips, and there is no fun without the girls, and the customers are gone, which is basically the case."

"That can't be helped, it's not your fault."

Procott looked around, "There's not much you can do about it. ”

Simus hurriedly nodded in agreement, and he was relieved.

"Then please give me the arrest warrant." Proctor turned his head and said calmly:

"I'll let the lawyer handle the rest."

"Arrest warrant?"

Simus asked with a wink at him, puzzled.

"Yes, an arrest warrant."

Proctor noticed that Simus had a blank look on his face, and his tone turned cold.

"Mr. Seamus, I don't think you're stupid enough to let someone from the Banshee Town police station rush in without seeing an arrest warrant, take all my girls away, and shut down my business, right?"

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Himus's forehead, and he stammered:

"They're coming in right through the front door, they're strips, what can I do?"

Procott's eyes turned grim, and he unbuttoned his blazer and threw a punch at his side.

"Ahh

As if he heard a crisp sound, Simos screamed and covered his ribs with his hands.

"What can you do?"

Procott angrily raised his arm and smashed two punches into his face, causing the bridge of Simus' nose to collapse and get a bloody face.

"All you can do is take my money and do what I have to do and keep the club open instead of standing there like an idiot.

Procott grabbed his black curls as he reached for the heavy glass on the table next to him.

Seeing this, several security guards standing behind Himos stepped forward to stop them.

Proctor jerked his head up, his icy gaze causing the man to stop.

"Bang."

The glass slammed into the skull and shattered instantly.

Proctor let go of his hand, and Simus fell to his side, bleeding from his head and his body still twitching.

Rebecca took a few steps forward, took a handkerchief from her satchel and handed it to Procott.

He took the handkerchief and wrapped it around the hand that had just held the glass, and the handkerchief instantly dyed red.

Proctor took a few steps further and walked up to the remaining security personnel, all of whom lowered their gazes.

(End of chapter)