Not long.

After Ken, who was hiding in the darkness across the street, moved his body, the image projected in the repair workshop also moved.

Mikayla saw the little black man clearly: "...This is Ken."

Lake asked, "You know?"

Mikara nodded: "Well, Ken was a 98k person before."

Lake was slightly stunned: "98k, are your gangs here so casually named?"

By the way, this name sounds familiar.

And before?

By the way, shouldn’t gang be of the same nature as the Jianghu? Is it easy to get in, but it is difficult to get out?

Could it be that the gangs are now so ruling?

Mikara said: "Yes, it's 98k. Three months ago, 98k and the Gucci family had a fire at Queen's Port. Ken was there at that time, but this guy was hiding in the corner like now. 98k's losses were very heavy. If Ken's uncle was a small leader of 98k, he would have been thrown into the sea to feed the shark instead of just cutting his three fingers."

Lake smiled suddenly.

Every race has talent, and there is no doubt that it is like Lake, who has the talent of homesickness and farming. Races like Ken have talent. So, Darkness is their best friend.

When his eyes closed and his mouth closed, he stood in the darkness, and Onichet and the stars were on it, which was simply integrated with the darkness.

Three fingers?

Lake's eyes fell on the projected picture, and then he looked at the little black man's left hand and ordered Agatha: "Agatha, enlarge that piece."

As soon as he finished speaking, the projection of the little black man was quickly peeled off, and then the part of his left hand was polished and enlarged.

All right.

There is indeed only the thumb and little finger left in the left hand. It seems that this 98k person is still very kind.

Think about it, the thumb can be great to play, and the little finger can be weaker and weaker…

"This little black man should just let go and keep an eye on the news."

“…How do you know?”

Mikaela looked at Lake curiously, and then said, "Once a 98k person came here to repair the car. When he was chatting with my dad, he said that after leaving 98k, he seemed to be mingling with Benjamin and the others."

"Who is this Benjamin?"

Mikaela said, "He is also a local gangster, but he is doing well. Moreover, he specializes in attacking people outside and has not been involved in other gang business, so other gangs are too lazy to pay attention to him. Otherwise, they will definitely be eyeing you."

Lake looked at Mikayla: "What about you?"

Mikaela said: "My dad has bleeding for 98k, otherwise, why do you think I can live so safely on this gang-trace street, as beautiful as me, and have been eaten by those beasts without a background."

Lake twitched his lips: "Michara, I'm getting more and more curious now. What you look like after you become a god."

I have to say that although this time encountered a space-time turbulence, the result was quite good.

Marvel Earth is also the Earth, just like rotten eggs, and I also encountered such a swearing and unpretentious Mikaela. Lake felt that maybe, this is the so-called fate...

Mikaela made a rather free expression: "Okay, go quickly. It's not dark yet. As long as you leave Queens, you will always be safe."

Lake came back to his senses and shook his head.

Mikaela frowned slightly.

Lake's eyes fell on the little black man Ken: "A god, never fears anything, let alone a mortal."

Mikaela said, "But you are not a god now, you have said it yourself."

And it is also a god who can't even catch a stick.

Mikala added in her heart.

Lake smiled slightly: "Even though the stars and the sun and the moon have lost my position for a short time, I am still a god. There is no doubt that in the face of the provocation of mortals, some gods will smile by, and some gods will drop their thunder wrath. Guess, which kind of thing I belong to?"

Mikaela tentatively said, "The first type?"

Lake laughed.

If he belonged to the first kind of god, would his name be arranged randomly by Valorand's people?

Lake recalled: "At that time, the lava beast tried to turn into a mountain to suppress me, but he turned into a pile of broken stones. The biochemical demon wanted to tie me up, but I threw it into the Zuan Madman's potion furnace. The ancient creature's revenge flame soul planned to turn my planet, Ris, into a world of flames. As a result, I slapped to death by my palm and buried in the underworld in the underworld. By the way, I also erected a monument for him, and Evelyn, but I didn't kill her. I killed her husband. Later, I heard that she also had a name, and Valoran called him the widow maker."

His history in Valorand is undoubtedly brilliant. If you say it in detail, ten years will not be enough for him to say...

Lake recalled Valoran's deeds, came to his senses, looked at Mikala who listened to her memories, and the corner of her mouth slightly turned: "Now, Mikala, which kind do you think I belong to?"

Mikala blinked, thinking about the lava monster in Lake's words just now, the biochemical demon, the Zuan madman, the revenge flame soul... and the widow maker, swallowed a little saliva: "The second type?"

After the words are finished!

"Click!"

A mechanical deformation sounded instantly.

The bracelet on Lake's right arm is automatically peeled off and quickly deformed and assembled into a very sci-fi style. The shooting is close to silent and the shooting effect is very gorgeous. The bullet will bring out a blue light band with an arc.

Hold the gun.

aim.

shot.

After completing it in one go, Lake's body did not move, but saw a bright blue light coming from the muzzle with a bullet of the same sci-fi style, almost instantly arrived in front of the little black man Ken.

A bang!

The little black man suddenly cracked like a ripe watermelon. Then, a small black dot automatically appeared behind the little black man. With a sound of a whistle, the black dot expanded into a small black circle. It seemed that the dark man opened his mouth and directly swallowed the little black man who had lost his head.

In just a blink of an eye, the little black man would disappear without a trace. If there is any evidence of the little black man's existence, it should have always been the liquid left in the dark place like watermelon juice.

The click sound reappears.

Lake put on his bracelet again, shook his head and smiled, "I haven't used a gun for a long time, but it seems that this gun technique is already very accurate. What do you think, Mikaela."

Said.

Lake looked at Mikaela next to her, but saw that the latter had a change in his face, staring at the phantom projected in the repair workshop and across the street...

Next second.

Mikaela covered her mouth with both hands and pushed open the door and ran outside.
Chapter completed!