"Bridgedou Mababa, he is mine. Don't snatch any of you from me. I'll pay 100,000 yuan to buy him first night."

Su Mu…!

Where is my mother forty meters machete?

It seems that the great castration technique can come in handy again.

Another cold snorkeling sounded.

Seven or eight garbage immediately closed its mouth and spread out like a mouse seeing a cat.

A middle-aged man with a bare upper body, a short stature and a distinctive line of muscles like steel bars, walked over with his eyes narrowed.

This guy looked at Su Mu with fierce eyes, as if he was about to eat him.

Su Mu saw at a glance that the other party’s left hand was missing three fingers.

He couldn't help but feel funny.

This guy is Yakuza.

He was still an unlucky guy who was punished three times.

If you make a big mistake in the Yakuza organization, you have to cut off a finger.

This guy cut three pieces, obviously he didn't change it after repeated lessons. In the end, he thought he would be really disabled if he cut one piece, so he escaped here.

Su Mu smiled flatteringly, and opened his mouth to speak out the extremely skillful noble Daheyu.

When he heard that Su Mu's accent was a noble accent, the expression on the other person's face was obviously much more relaxed.

"You're still a young master? Boy, what mistake did you make? Did you sleep with your little mother or play with your sister?"

Su Mu really wanted to poke the other person to death with one finger.

"Brother, I'm from Kanto. I killed a few people and was desperate."

The guys around him suddenly burst into laughter.

They pointed at Su Mu for a while, nothing more than mocking him.

The broken finger also grinned.

He looked at Su Mu up and down again and ordered:
Chapter completed!