The originally bustling street quickly became deserted in just a few seconds.

The civilians who were laughing and chatting with each other just now lowered their heads in unison and crowded on both sides of the road in silence.

It seemed that just for a moment, the only people left able to move on the wide road were the two men who were walking swaggeringly and dressed like gangsters in the middle of the road.

The people in Hejin Town have long been used to it.

Ever since the gangster force called "Bato Club" took over the local underground world with thunderous means a few years ago, scenes like today have become a daily routine.

"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"

It's just a matter of paying more so-called "protection fees" and wasting some time when we meet on the road.

For these people who have lived a hard life since they were born, being able to breathe the air tomorrow morning is already a blessing.

Today is no different than before.

Thanks to careful plans made in advance, the "outsiders" who sneaked into the town in batches have not yet attracted the attention of local forces.

Bidun was as usual, holding out his round beer belly, enjoying the fearful eyes of the surrounding civilians, and walking in the middle of the street with a proud expression.

The sleeveless red jacket that symbolizes his membership in the "Bato Club" and the standard musket hanging on his waist are almost the entire source of his confidence.

"Have you collected the protection fee for the tailor shop on North Street? I think his business has been very good recently, so he can charge more 'appropriately'."

Next to him, Matt, who had two delicate mustaches, asked casually, his cold eyes scanning the silent crowd around him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Of course, I went there yesterday with a few brothers."

"The old guy in the store thought we didn't know, so he secretly hid fifty thousand beli in the closet. If I hadn't searched it again before leaving, I would have let him get through it."

As if he remembered something, Biton's greasy face, which had not been cleaned for a long time, revealed a mocking smile.

"He said he was leaving money for his son's wedding, and he refused to let it go. I slapped him twice in the face before he became honest."

"If you ask me, I'd better bring some people to destroy his shop tomorrow, just to scare the monkeys!"

When Biton said the last four words, his voice was deliberately raised.

Naturally, the heads of the surrounding civilians also hung lower.

"That's not possible." Matt squinted his eyes and shook his head slightly. "You can leave the people, but the store must remain."

"Haha, you are still thoughtful!"

Hearing this, Bidun couldn't help laughing, and his whole body trembled with fat.

His red and fat rosacea nose like a dumpling suddenly twitched twice, and his footsteps suddenly stopped, looking at a figure on the corner of the roadside.

Immediately ignoring the doubts of Matt beside him, his huge body rushed straight into the crowd.

"ah!

!”

Accompanied by a shrill female voice of panic, a girl with a pretty face and slender figure was grabbed by Biton's hair and lifted directly from the ground.

"I've walked through this street many times, but I didn't expect there to be anything like this."

His eyes filled with evil desires cut across the girl's body like a knife, and Bidun licked his lips.

With his free left hand, he couldn't help but start groping up and down the girl's slim body, as if his semen was on his head.

Although the surrounding civilians were faintly commotion, they were too angry and dared not say anything, just pretending not to see it.

"That's almost it."

Unexpectedly, Matt frowned and said.

"The goods from the boss will be delivered today. If you are delayed, you will be in front of the boss then. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Naturally, he didn't dissuade her because of the girl.

In fact, as long as it didn't affect him, he didn't care if the other party brought all the women in the town over to have an unobstructed party.

However, the mission of the two of them today is indeed more important. If the other party's mindless behavior is delayed, with the character of Boss Bato, they will not be able to afford it.

Matt's words seemed to calm down the lustful Biton.

Recalling the cruel and ferocious style of Boss Bato, his fat body couldn't help but tremble.

The original desire in my heart was suddenly washed away by the fear of not completing the task.

"Little beauty, my brother will come to see you again in the evening."

Biton's eyes slashed hard at the girl twice more. Just as he was about to let go and put her down, a roar full of anger suddenly came from beside him.

"Asshole, let her go!"

I saw a strong, simple young man rushing over with a red face and a steel harpoon in his hand.

His wide-open eyes were filled with resentment towards Biton and concern for the girl.

"Don't! Abel, don't come here!"

The relationship between the two seems to be unusual.

Seeing the young man rushing towards him, the girl who was originally heartbroken suddenly panicked and begged to the gangsters around her.

"Please, don't kill..."

"Bang!"

The piercing gunfire suddenly erupted, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The steel fork fell, the young man's body fell forward weakly, and a pool of bright blood spread on the ground.

The color in his eyes disappeared quickly.

Matt put the musket back into his waist, as if he had just crushed a small insect without even looking at it.

Just urging:

"Let's go quickly, don't waste time."

The girl slumped down on the cold ground with blank eyes, her mouth open, and tears silently filled her face.

They didn't even know that Bitton and I had left.

It wasn't until the streets became noisy again, and the sympathy from the people around her, along with a hint of joy in their eyes, that she returned to reality.

Almost crawling on the young man's body, the girl cried loudly, as if she wanted to vomit her heart out.

At the same time, on the street corner.

Little John sighed as usual.

He poked his head out and saw that the two gang members had disappeared at the end of the road. He couldn't help but pull the corner of Nolan's clothes behind him.

"Sir, they have left. Let's keep walking."

It didn't pull.

Somewhat confused, Little John subconsciously turned his head and couldn't help but feel a tremor all over.

It was an extremely cold look that he had never seen before.

It was as if even the air was frozen because of this, and in the dark and deep eyes, there was a cold flame that could almost condense into essence.

It was like falling into an ice cellar, and Little John couldn't help holding his breath.

But in just the next second, the coldness dissipated again.

Instead, there was a smile that looked gentle but was actually weird.

Nolan touched Little John's head, took out two banknotes with a face value of 5,000 beli from his pocket, and stuffed them into the other person's arms.

Said softly:

"I have something to do at the moment. Just wait here for a while. It will only take half an hour."

"If I haven't come back by then, you can go home by yourself."

Then he moved and disappeared into the crowd on the street.

I don’t know how long it took before Little John came back to his senses.
Chapter completed!