Walking out of the alley, Mr. Zhan's expression was cold and his eyes were fierce. This emotional change was almost instantly completed. Mr. Zhan didn't think anything was wrong. If so, he was too compassionate and soft-hearted before. Most of the world should be used by me, and everyone in the world should be eaten by me. Why did he think hunting was cruel just now? Looking back, he even didn't understand why he had let those people chase him all over the street before, but he was like a rat crossing the street and even wanted to hide. Since God gave me the ability, let me have some fun.

Almost in the wind, Mr. Zhan quickly arrived at the famous bar street in City B. In the second half of the night, it would become a chaotic red light district. The exposed-dressed woman stood by the street, looking for drunken prey. Some gangsters whispered to pedestrians with pills of various colors.

Ali has been making a living on this street for a long time, and her flesh-and-skin business every night has gradually numb her heart. Men, their colors are just means of making a living. She took a sip of cigarettes, leaned her head against the tree and gently spit out two smoke rings. Suddenly she noticed that the sisters around her looked at the street corner. Was the police coming? Ali was shocked and immediately turned her head to look over.

Under the street light, a tall figure slowly walked up. The dim light of the street light shone on him, as if a golden halo was plated on his body. Although Ali couldn't see his facial features clearly with her back, she still felt captivated, not because of her appearance. It was temperament, that kind of indifferent and detached temperament, as if everything was under control. The man's pace was not fast, but every step seemed to step on her heart, shaking her whole body at once,

Mr. Zhan's appearance soon attracted the attention of men on the street. A gangster stopped selling pills and looked carefully for a while before he cautiously turned around and nodded to the two men in the black sedan not far away. When the two saw that they immediately started the car and followed slowly. When they passed by, Mr. Zhan turned around and looked at this side.

"That's right, it's him." The man sitting in the passenger seat with a row of exaggerated earrings on his ear, immediately picked up the phone and dialed it out. "Brother Xiong, the person he is looking for appears."

As a vampire, Mr. Zhan’s facial features are now more than ten times more sensitive than ordinary people. All of these things are in his eyes. Are you asking people to come? Very good, I saved myself from finding them one by one. Mr. Zhan sat down on a bench on the street, with his arms stretched on the back of the chair, as if he was here for vacation. Those women who solicited business were taken away from the center area little by little, and people gradually didn’t know where to hide. The always bustling bar street gradually became deserted, and only twenty gangsters were left slowly gathering together in groups of two and two, vaguely surrounding him. They would not act rashly before their boss came.

Finally, a white Santana rushed over from the street. In front of Mr. Zhan's bench, he stopped with a creaking sound. Immediately a gangster ran over to open the car door, nodded and bowed to greet Brother Xiong whom they said.

Brother Xiong was as famous as his name, and his whole body looked like a mountain of meat, with a charred face and a fleshy face. He was covered with a black windbreaker. He was wearing a cigarette in his lips and slapped it, as if no one was caring seriously.

A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old was pulled down from the other side, and was grabbed by the man in the brown car just now, dragged and thrust in front of Mr. Zhan. "Is it him?"

The young man raised his head from the ground, looked at Mr. Zhan's face, lowered his head and pointed silently. He was immediately pulled up by someone else and took him aside. "I'm sorry, Brother Zhan." The young man whispered in a crying voice.

Haha, I'm sorry, when I rescued you who were surrounded by people from the bus, how could I think one day you would say this to me? Mr. Zhan didn't reply, with a faint smile on his eyebrows and eyes. He watched the young man being pushed and hit a gangster by a man with a stud. A horseman next to him immediately came over to tie his hands up when he saw it.

"Boy, I'm very brave." Brother Xiong came to Mr. Zhan in a windbreaker. If it were in the past, his identity would not be easily seen by Mr. Zhan. "I won't find out clearly, no one dares to steal it, right?" He let out a mouthful of smoke, and Brother Xiong looked at Mr. Zhan with his eyes slanted.

Mr. Zhan didn't say anything, his eyes took back from the young man, raised his head and looked at him with a sneer.

"Tell me, where are the money and gold stolen? I can't bear to take it now, and I can't help but save your life if I am happy." Brother Xiong's purpose is only money. Compared with the ones that Mr. Zhan stole, he offered a reward of only 200,000 yuan. Brother Xiong didn't take it seriously. He wanted 200,000 yuan today, and Mr. Zhan stole 2 million yuan.

"It's been spent." Mr. Zhan still had that sneer on his face and replied simply.

"**," the man next to him was about to stab him with a knife when he heard Mr. Zhan's answer. Brother Xiong reached out to stop him, and immediately did not dare to act rashly, so he nodded and stepped aside.

"Then you just want to eat the toast and you will be fined if you don't eat it. For those millions of lives, Brother Xiong is very tempted. It is true to get the money. If you want to kill and cut it, it will be his words to say to Brother Xiong.

Mr. Zhan put down his raised legs and leaned forward to get closer to Brother Xiong. He whispered: "It's not that I don't want my life, it's that you don't want your life. Tonight, you all have to die!"

The last word "death" was suddenly activated. His whole body seemed to be a quick arrow from the string. He grabbed Brother Xiong's neck with his right hand. Brother Xiong, who was more than 200 pounds, was slowly raised by him. Brother Xiong's neck was pinched and immediately kicked his hands and feet. However, Mr. Zhan's hand seemed to be an iron plier. No matter how he moved, he could not shake it apart from becoming tighter and tighter.

The people around him felt a flash in front of him. Brother Xiong had been restrained by Mr. Zhan, and they were all confused. At first, they were a little afraid of being on the side and did not dare to go forward. But seeing Brother Xiong rolling his eyes, Mr. Zhan had no intention of stopping. It seemed that this person was not here to play with them tonight.
Chapter completed!