Maxwell stared at the person in front of him and determined that he had never seen such a star on TV. He couldn't help but sneered: "Are you a singer or a movie star? How come I have never seen it before?"

The man smiled and said: "Take a closer look and think about it, is it worth tens of millions!"

When Maxwell heard the other party's firm tone, he raised his head and looked over. He thought carefully in his mind. Suddenly, something moved in his mind. He thought of someone and his eyes widened, "Your surname is Yang?"

Yang Bo chuckled and said, "Don't be too surprised. You have been looking for me for so long. How come you don't recognize me when you see me?"

Maxwell took two steps back, looking slightly nervous. He was a killer, and a killer who often took on tasks. However, ordinary people could only see him bartending, but anyone who saw him doing anything was no longer alive.

Therefore, it is difficult for outsiders to detect his identity!

He stared at Yang Bo and touched his waist with one hand. He had also seen that mission before, but he saw it a little later and was picked up by Nick and the other two. At that time, he was still very regretful because

He felt that the kidnapping task was undoubtedly easier!

But no one expected that after Nick took over the mission, they would be sent directly to the police station. There were too many lives on their hands, and they might not be able to get out in this life. He had even secretly rejoiced in the past two days. Fortunately,

I was a little slow at that time and didn't receive the mission!

However, Yang Bo's sudden appearance made Maxwell's heart beat fiercely, "What do you want to do?"

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Have a drink of Bloody Hell."

Maxwell didn't believe that the other party was just here to drink a glass of wine. He wanted to raise the hand on his waist, but before he could do it, a silver light flashed through, and he felt his right hand stiffen, and a coin fell to the ground under his feet.

the sound of.

For a moment, his stiff right hand recovered slightly, but then severe pain hit him, and he felt that the whole hand was no longer his!

Maxwell bent down and squatted on the ground, just wanting to rub his hands on the ground. The pain was so severe that it was unbearable for him!

Yang Bo stared at the other party, "Have a glass of bloody hell!"

Maxwell had gone through pain training. He gritted his teeth and stood up. He glanced towards the hall. The waiters were still cleaning, and they didn't seem to notice what was going on here!

No wonder they are always waiters!

Maxwell cursed secretly in his mind. He knew he couldn't escape, so he had to endure the severe pain and started making cocktails with his left hand.

Although he only has one hand, Maxwell's movements do not seem to be greatly affected. His hands are flexible and the cup flies up and down in his hand. It is very beautiful!

The waiters were a little surprised when they saw that Maxwell was actually mixing drinks, but they still cheered for Maxwell. After all, mixing drinks with one hand is a skill!

Soon, a red cocktail was delivered to Yang Bo.

Yang Bo picked up the cup, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed, "I know you have an alarm here, please ring it!"

Maxwell stared at Yang Bo with wide eyes, full of surprise, and then he was horrified. I am afraid that the other party came here with bad intentions this time. He even inquired about this little thing clearly, but he didn't know how much the other party knew about them!

However, since the other party asked him to ring the alarm bell, Maxwell did not hesitate at all. He walked aside and reached out to press the alarm bell in a hidden place under the bar.

This alarm bell goes straight to the headquarters, but it doesn't sound here.

"Your alarm bell is too remote. If something big happens, I won't have time for you to ring it!" Yang Bo said.

Maxwell smiled bitterly. Under normal circumstances, even if the opponent had a gun in his hand, he would have time to ring the alarm. But Yang Bo's movements were too fast. The coin that was tossed just now was several minutes faster than the bullet.

!

Under such circumstances, he didn't dare to ring the alarm bell at all. If Yang Bo threw a coin, not on his body, but directly on his head, would he still be alive?

Maxwell lowered his head and looked at his right hand. His right hand was completely swollen, and it was obviously a broken bone!

Yang Bo held the drink in his hand and tasted it carefully, as if he was just a guest who came to drink.

The waiters cleaned up and left the place to get busy in the back.

The sun shines in from outside, but Yang Bo is sitting in the dark, and he can see the floating dust clearly in the sun.

After a moment, there were rapid footsteps outside the door. Yang Bo smiled at Maxwell and said, "Look, someone is here to help you!"

Maxwell felt relieved, and then became nervous again. He was hoping that someone could rescue him, but Yang Bo was too strong, and he was afraid that his companions would be injured, so he was very conflicted.

A group of people ran over in a hurry. The leader was a man in his early thirties. When he saw the room was quiet and Maxwell was standing at the bar, he couldn't help but frown, "Maxwell, what's going on? Why are you doing this?"

Want to ring the alarm?"

Maxwell was helpless. He glanced at Yang Bo and said, "Chief, someone is here to find you!"

"Oh?" The man seemed to understand Maxwell's eyes. He walked over, but kept staring at Yang Bo's back. He knew Maxwell's situation very well. If he hadn't encountered something uncontrollable, Maxwell would have been there.

Swale would never ring the alarm!

Now Maxwell not only rings the alarm bell, but also makes drinks during the day, which shows that the person in front of him is not simple!

"This is Mr. Yang!" Maxwell introduced.

Yang Bo held the drink and turned around, "I don't know what to call you? Chief?"

"You can call me Charlie." The man stepped forward, but his eyes were wary. While Yang Bo turned around, Maxwell had already raised his injured hand.

Charlie's eyes narrowed and he became more and more cautious. He was very aware of Maxwell's strength, but he didn't expect to be injured by Yang Bo.

"Charlie, why are you so cautious? You just knocked this man over with one punch, and we're going to drink here today!" A man suddenly said loudly.

Yang Bo followed the sound and looked over. When Charlie came over just now, there were four people behind him, and it was one of them who spoke. That person was wearing a tuxedo, with white face and red lips, and extremely strong blood. He was a member of the Vampire Clan!

However, Yang Bo didn't take that person seriously, because in terms of qi and blood, that person should be just a viscount, the lowest vampire, and his strength is only equivalent to the qi-entraining realm!

"Sir Mike." Charlie turned around and looked over, with a respectful but hesitant tone in his voice: "This man looks like someone we want."
Chapter completed!