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    Walking out of the alley, Master Zhan's expression was cold and his eyes were sinister. This emotional change was almost instantaneous. Master Zhan didn't feel anything was wrong. If anything, it was because he had been too compassionate and soft-hearted before.  , all the people in the world should be used by me, and everyone in the world should be eaten by me.  Why did I feel that hunting was cruel just now?  Looking back on the past, he even didn't understand why he allowed those people to chase him all over the street, but he lingered like a mouse crossing the street, and even had to hide. Since God has given me the ability, in the long night, let me  Come and have some fun yourself.

    Almost walking on the wind, Mr. Zhan soon arrived at the famous bar street in city B. In the middle of the night, this place would become a bustling and chaotic red light district, with scantily clad women standing on the street looking for drunken prey.  Some gangsters were selling pills of various colors to passers-by in low voices.

    Ali has been making a living on this street for a long time. The sex business every night has gradually made her heart numb. Men and sex are just means of making a living. She took a puff of the cigarette, leaned her head against the tree and exhaled softly.  Two smoke rings, and suddenly she noticed that the sisters around her were looking towards the street. The police are coming?  Ali was shocked and immediately turned her head to look over.

    Under the streetlight, a tall figure walked slowly. The dim light of the streetlight shone on him, as if giving his body a golden halo. Although Ali could not see his facial features clearly with the light behind him,  But even so, she still felt seductive, and it wasn't because of her appearance.  It's the temperament, the kind of indifferent and detached temperament, as if everything is under control. The man's pace is not fast, but every step seems to step on her heart, shaking her whole body.

    The appearance of Mr. Zhan soon attracted the attention of the men on the street. A gangster stopped selling pills and looked carefully for a while before cautiously turning his head to face the two men in a black car not far away.  nodded.  When the two saw it, they immediately started the car and followed slowly. When they passed each other, Mr. Zhan happened to turn around and look this way.

    "Yes, that's him." The man sitting in the passenger seat with a row of exaggerated earrings on his ears immediately picked up the phone and dialed.  "Brother Xiong, the person you are looking for has appeared."

    As a vampire, Mr. Zhan¡¯s facial features are now more than ten times sharper than those of ordinary people. These things all fall into his eyes. Have you called for someone to come?  Very good, save yourself the trouble of finding them one by one.  Mr. Zhan sat down on a bench on the street, his arms stretched out on the back of the chair, as if he was here for vacation.  The women soliciting business were gradually taken away from the central area, and gradually no one knew where they were hiding. The always bustling bar street gradually became deserted, with only two dozen small gangsters left.  They slowly gathered around him, faintly surrounding him.  They won't act rashly until their boss comes.

    Finally, a white Santana came rushing from the side of the street and screeched to a stop in front of Mr. Zhan¡¯s bench. Immediately, some gangsters ran over and opened the door, nodding and bowing to welcome the Brother Xiong they called out.

    Brother Xiong lives up to his name, his whole body is like a mountain of flesh, his face is charred and full of flesh, and he wears a black windbreaker on his body.  There was a cigarette in his fleshy lips, curling it up as if he didn't care about anyone.

    A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old was pulled down from the other side, grabbed by the man with earrings in the brown car just now, and dragged and thrown in front of Master Zhan's eyes.  "Recognize it, is it him?"

    The young man raised his head from the ground, looked at Master Zhan's face, lowered his head and nodded silently.  He was immediately picked up and taken aside by others, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhan." The young man whispered with a cry.

    "Haha, I'm sorry. When I rescued you from the bus where everyone was surrounded and beaten, how could I have thought that one day you would say this to me?  Mr. Zhan didn't reply, with a faint smile on his face. He watched the young man being pushed by the man with earrings and bumped into a gangster. A horse boy next to him saw the situation and immediately came over and tied his hands.  .

    "Boy, you are very courageous." Brother Xiong, wearing a windbreaker, came to Mr. Zhan with a shudder. In the past, his identity was not something that Mr. Zhan could easily see.  "I don't want to know more clearly. Anyone dares to steal it, right?" Breathing out a puff of smoke, Brother Xiong looked at Mr. Zhan sideways.

    Mr. Zhan didn¡¯t say anything, he looked away from the young man, raised his head and looked at him with a sneer.

    "Tell me, where did you put the stolen money and gold? Hand it over now, or I can spare your life if I am happy." Brother Xiong's purpose is only money, compared with what Master Zhan stole  , Brother Xiong didn't look down on the mere 200,000 reward. He wanted 200,000 today, and even wanted the 2 million stolen by Master Zhan.

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

    "Damn it," the earring man next to him heard Mr. Zhan's answer, and he gestured with the knife to stab him. Brother Xiong stretched out his hand to stop him, and immediately did not dare to make a mistake. He nodded and stepped aside.

    "Then you're going to have to drink wine as a fine if you don't eat the toast, and you're willing to give up on those millions of lives?" Brother Xiong was good at tempting.  The real thing is when you get the money. When the time comes, it's up to Brother Xiong to decide whether to kill or cut him into pieces.

    Mr. Zhan put down his crossed legs, leaned forward to get closer to Brother Xiong, and 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!"

    When the last word "death" came out, Mr. Zhan suddenly started to move. His whole body was like a fast arrow. He grabbed Brother Xiong's neck with his right hand. He slowly lifted Brother Xiong, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, and his neck was pinched.  He immediately kicked his hands and feet wildly, but Master Zhan's hand was like an iron vise. No matter how he moved it, he could not move it except getting tighter and tighter.

    The people around felt their eyes were blurred. Brother Xiong had been restrained by Master Zhan. They were all confused. At first, they were a little defensive and did not dare to step forward. However, when they saw Brother Xiong, he rolled his eyes, but Master Zhan did not stop at all.  I mean, it seems that this person is not just joking with them tonight.

    The man with earrings and Brother Xiong are older, and this is the time when they show their loyalty the most. Although the ferocity shown by Mr. Zhan makes people a little frightened, who in this industry doesn't have the courage to draw a switchblade?  He went to Mr. Zhan.  Mr. Zhan didn't let go, his left hand was like electricity, and he grabbed the ear-stud man's wrist. With a little force, the ear-stud man immediately let out a shrill scream, and his face turned pale instantly.  His wrist was actually broken by Zhan Shaosheng.
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