Breaking into the studio were four men, clearly dressed as gang members, all wearing black vipers on their clothes.

Three men and one woman, all of medium height, carried cold weapons such as baseball bats and steel pipes in one hand, and guns in the other.

The speaker pointed at the crowd with the muzzle of his gun, a menacing smirk on his face.

Potter hid behind Mo Fan and whispered to the bearded man, "What's going on?" ”

The bearded man smiled bitterly and said:

"A few days ago, when it was still in a state of lockdown, the gang that originally managed Area Z was killed by military drones. Other gangs want to grab this piece of fat, and in the past two days, several gangs have come to collect protection money. ”

"I don't know which bad luck it is, I have to mess with the automatic law enforcement team and make a mess of Wildwind Town."

Mo Fan looked up at the ceiling, his face full of innocence, as if he couldn't understand what the bearded man was saying.

Potter asked, "And what are your friends going to do?" ”

"Depending on the situation, the small gangs will be pushed away, and the big gangs can only pay for peace."

As he spoke, the head of the lightning studio walked out of another garage.

The person in charge is a strong man, more than 1.9 meters tall, his work clothes are tied around his waist, and he wears a white vest on his upper body, revealing his thick arms and strong chest muscles.

"You're mistaken, the Gear Gang came to collect protection money yesterday."

One of the thugs spat on the ground.

"Is Zone Z the Gears' territory? He takes you and gives it, he lets you die, do you die or not? ”

The person in charge said in a heavy tone, "The people of the Gear Gang said that you have already negotiated. ”

"It's been negotiated, the Gear Gang's stronghold was blown up yesterday, and the agreement is null and void. In the future, Area Z will belong to our Black Snake Gang. I don't care what happened to you before, if you don't take the money today, I'll let you close the door. ”

The person in charge was not good-tempered, took two steps forward, grabbed the gangster by the neck, lifted him up in front of him, and lowered his head and put his forehead on the gangster's head.

The huge difference in stature between the two gives people the illusion that the person in charge can stuff the gangsters into their bodies with a little force, and the oppressive force is full.

"You mean to ignore the rules and rob it!"

Hearing the shouts of the person in charge, more than a dozen workers rushed out of the garage, all of them muscular men, and surrounded the four thugs in a semi-encircled shape.

The gangster who was caught didn't panic at all, and said with a grin: "Ah, it's such a big guy, I'm so scared." ”

Boom!

A heavy footstep came from the doorway.

A burly man walked into the studio, he was nearly two meters five tall, wearing a long-sleeved hooded sweatshirt that looked as wide as a wall.

The big guy came up behind the thugs and looked at the person in charge in silence.

The person in charge, nicknamed the macho man, instantly became petite and dependent in front of the big man, and even the hand holding the gangster became unstable.

The thug took the opportunity to break free from the palm of the person in charge and pointed a gun at the person in charge with three other companions.

"Pay the money, or I'll tear down your shop today."

The atmosphere in the studio was solemn, and the two sides were holding on to see who would back down first.

At this moment, a white figure stood up.

"This brother, the gang also pays rules, even if the gang changes, each store pays money at most twice a year."

Potter, wearing sunglasses, walked up to the thugs and spoke in the tone of an insider.

The thug plucked out his ears, as if he had heard some joke, "Who told you the rules?" ”

"The Three Eyes set the rules, and this is the rule in West."

The thug held his gun to Potter's head and asked word by word:

"Okay, smart, tell me now, where is this?"

Feeling the hard touch on his forehead, Potter thought of his old acquaintance, the former escort who had been shot in the head at the bar.

A layer of cold sweat instantly oozed from his head, remembering that this was Wildwind Town, not West City.

He looked at Mo Fan pleadingly, and found that Mo Fan was yawning, looking like he was in danger at all.

"Big brother, I've been kidnapped, can you take a look at me?"

Mo Fan rubbed his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up, and had auditory hallucinations.

The thug swept around Potter's eyes and shouted:

"Who's your big brother? Stand up. You said I broke you, will your eldest brother go back to West City and sue the Three-Eyes Gang? Guess what he's going to sue, crying and saying we're unruly? ”

When the other thugs heard this, they all burst out laughing.

After laughing, the leader of the gangsters continued to ask:

"Hey, little one, you haven't told me where this is......"

"Enough!" The head of the studio couldn't take it anymore.

"We've paid the money, let's let the people go."

"The money must be paid, but it is impossible to release people, this kid just wanted to teach us the rules, and now it's our turn to talk to him about what the rules of Wild Wind Town are. I'm ...... today."

"Enough!"

Another voice appeared, interrupting the thugs.

The thug was interjected and got angry, shouting: "Which fool is it again......"

This time, it was four gunshots that interrupted him.

The others only felt that in a flash, Mo Fan had an extra gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was fired continuously, accurately knocking out the guns in the hands of the four thugs.

Potter rubbed the red mark that had been erased on his forehead when the gun flew out, and took the opportunity to retreat into the crowd, shouting excitedly at Mo Fan: "Big brother is awesome!" ”

The thug looked at the empty palm, was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand and said, "King Kong, you go!" ”

The big man named King Kong slammed his fists to shreds the long-sleeved sweatshirt on his body, revealing his muscular body and the industrial exoskeleton he wore on his body.

Relying on the huge physique that is different from ordinary people, King Kong can wear a bulky industrial external prosthesis, and his actions are still not affected too much.

As soon as King Kong stretched out his hand, he casually ripped off the hood of a car and used it as a shield in front of him, like a small roller rushing towards Mo Fan.

Facing the rushing King Kong, Mo Fan unconsciously showed a smile on his face, fought with an industrial prosthetic, and ran into his peers.

Seeing that Hunting was happy, he didn't choose to kill King Kong with ricochet, but put away his gun and prepared for a cold weapon battle between real men.

He first took two steps sideways, giving way to the charge of the Vajra shield.

Then the aura gathered in his legs, and under the cultivation of the quenching period, his leg muscles swelled, his trouser legs were instantly shattered, and the loose trousers turned into beggar-style shorts.

The leg muscles, which were as hard as steel, carried the sound of breaking wind, turned into a roundhouse kick that went straight to King Kong's head.

King Kong lifted the hood back in time to block the leg, but the force was enough to kick the hood into a dented roundhouse kick, and even if he did, he was still hit by the force and took three steps back and hit the wall.

Without waiting for King Kong to regain his breath, Mo Fan had already followed quickly.

Almost before and after the kung fu of the front and rear feet, King Kong's back just hit the wall, and before he could rebound, Mo Fan's sprint was already following.

With a heavy kick on the hood, King Kong, sandwiched between the wall and the hood, ate all the impact.

The industrial prosthesis is cheap and practical, and is rarely equipped with all-round shock absorption, plus Mo Fan's legs not only have brute force, but also have the unique permeability of fighting skills, and the power is condensed but not dispersed, which is enough to penetrate the armor and achieve an effect similar to fighting cattle across the mountain.

With a foot down, accompanied by a clear sound of bones breaking, King Kong's body went limp, and he fell to his knees, clutching his chest so painfully that he couldn't speak.

It only took two feet to solve the King Kong, which can be called a monster, what kind of species Mo Fan is, everyone present didn't dare to think about it at all.

Looking at the footprints on the hood that even the sole lines were clearly visible, even though they knew that Mo Fan was from their side, the workers still unconsciously took a step back and kept their distance from him.

After solving King Kong, Mo Fan walked in front of the four gangsters, and just as he wanted to say something, a gust of wind blew outside the door, making him feel cold in his legs.

When I looked down, I remembered that he had learned King Kong to burst clothes and burst his pants.

Fortunately, there are world rules stuck, so that he is the same as the Hulk, no matter how big his body swells, the fabric in this harmonious area cannot be broken at all.

He turned back and pointed to the person in charge of the studio, "Who's that, help me find a pair of pants first." ”

The person in charge was pointed at by Mo Fan, and instantly struck a spirit, and when he heard that he wanted pants, he was about to take off his contribution on the spot.

Mo Fan's scalp tingled, "What are you going to do?" Find me a new one! ”

"Oh!"