The strength displayed by Ye Qingchen was enough to intimidate the members of the Tomahawk Gang. They looked at each other, wondering whether they should continue to behave recklessly.
The Russian ladies in the bar didn't seem to be surprised by the scene before them. On the contrary, they took the customers out of the back door of the bar very calmly, and they were very familiar with the road. It seemed that they were also familiar with the Tomahawk Gang.
Kicking the waiter aside who was completely paralyzed at his feet, Ye Qingchen showed no fear and sat back on the bar chair leisurely. He picked up the prepared spirits that the bartender had just thrown at him and opened the lid.
, Gudong Gudong, two sips in a row, and not a drop of wine was left in the entire bottle in an instant.
"Can we talk again now?" Ye Qingchen put the bottle on the bar and said calmly.
Judging from the expressions on the faces of the bartender, security guard, and waiter, they seemed not to want to talk, but facing a powerful being like Ye Qingchen, they had no choice. They could either fight to the death stubbornly, or tactfully
In negotiations, there will never be three possibilities.
"Sir, we are just an ordinary bar. We don't have the Tomahawk Gang you are looking for. I have never heard of it." The bartender was very angry and refused to admit it.
"It's okay to use your rhetoric to fool a three-year-old child, but since I can find this, it means I have clues. If you keep arguing with me, my patience is limited, and I don't mind killing you all.
Use human methods to force your gang leader to show up." Ye Qingchen said lightly, without any dignity. But no one among the four bartenders dared to doubt that Ye Qingchen would really use this method.
"What this brother said is really domineering. I wonder what you want from me?" A middle-aged Russian walked down the stairs on the second floor of the bar. From his tall figure, he was so strong that he even took off his clothes.
Judging from the strength of his body, this person should have considerable strength.
Ye Qingchen turned his head, looked at the middle-aged Russian man carefully, and said, "Can you make the decision?"
"In China's Tomahawk Gang, I can still take charge." The middle-aged Russian man said humbly.
When the four members of the Tomahawk Gang saw the gang leader coming down, they bowed down and said respectfully: "Gang Leader!"
The leader of the Tomahawk Gang waved his hand to indicate that they did not need to pay such a courtesy. Then he told the security guard: "Send the gangster to the hospital."
"Yes!" The security guard got the gang leader's order and immediately carried the waiter who was beaten to death by Ye Qingchen behind his back, then turned around and left the top bar, stopped the car and went straight to the nearest hospital.
Then the leader of the Tomahawk Gang ordered the bartender to go back to the bar to continue making the same spirits for him and Ye Qingchen. As for the other two waiters, they did whatever they were supposed to do and acted as if nothing happened.
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"Tell me! What do you want from me?" The leader of the Tomahawk Gang sat on the bar chair next to Ye Qingchen and asked with a calm expression.
"I'm looking for you to buy a batch of arms, and I also want a person." Ye Qingchen said with a faint smile.
"Arms are easy to talk about, but I don't know what kind of person you want?" The leader of the Prisoners of War Gang asked carefully, looking into Ye Qingchen's deep eyes.
"Woman, a very beautiful woman. She is the kind of rose with thorns!" Ye Qingchen revealed Yao Lin's personality.
"Our Russian girls are all beautiful, and they all have thorns. I'll find some for you later, and you can tell me which one you like." The leader of the Tomahawk Gang looked at the bartender's alert look and laughed.
: "If it's just for such two simple things, then my little brother, your anger has gone too far."
"Wrong! The woman I want is from China. She is a police officer responsible for investigating arms smuggling cases. I think you should have seen her, right?" The bartender had already mixed the spirits and poured them into Ye Qingchen and
Ye Qingchen asked and drank from the gang leader's cup. It was obvious that such a sip was not enough for him.
"Are you a policeman?" The leader of the Tomahawk Gang had a very ugly look on his face, and murderous intent instantly filled his forehead. As long as there was a flaw in Ye Qingchen's answer, he would suddenly take action without hesitation.
"You look like a policeman. Have you ever seen a policeman come to buy a gun from you? Have you ever seen a policeman come here and not arrest you, but instead ask you for someone else? In our Chinese language, your head is purely
Let the donkey get kicked." Ye Qingchen said without mercy, causing the Tomahawk Gang leader's brain to completely short-circuit, and he was a little stunned.
"We can talk about arms, but we don't have to talk about that woman. I can't give it to you. That woman is of great use to us." The leader of the Tomahawk Gang refused directly.
"No matter how useful it is, that woman is my girlfriend, and I must take her away today." Ye Qingchen also said firm words, making the scene full of gunpowder, and it is very likely that the two of them will fight in the next second.
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"Then we have nothing to talk about. Either kill us all or leave the bar." The leader of the Tomahawk Gang did not take Ye Qingchen's words seriously at all.
The performance of the leader of the Tomahawk Gang made Ye Qingchen even more certain that the Tomahawk Gang definitely has mysterious power. Otherwise, knowing Ye Qingchen's strength, he would still not take him seriously. I'm afraid there wouldn't be many people in the world.
Do it to this extent.
The moment the leader of the Tomahawk Gang stood up and was about to leave, Ye Qingchen grabbed his shoulder with one hand and relied on his strong internal force to immobilize him. He said one last time: "Will you hand it over or not?"
Facing the murderous Ye Qingchen, the leader of the Tomahawk Gang was not afraid and shouted loudly: "Cole!"
Before he finished speaking, a figure shot towards him from the second floor at such a speed that Ye Qingchen felt his lips smack in the face.
Giving up the attack on the leader of the Tomahawk Gang, Ye Qingchen poured his inner strength into his fists and punched away the incoming figure.
Bang!
A huge crash sounded in the bar, and the violent impact made the entire bar seem to tremble. The figure was very powerful. After the confrontation, Ye Qingchen's body inevitably took five steps back, but the figure remained steady.
It landed next to the leader of the Tomahawk Gang, showing no signs of difficulty.
This pair of punches really surprised Ye Qingchen, not because the opponent was able to force him back five steps, but because during the punching process, Ye Qingchen didn't feel any fluctuations in the opponent's body's internal energy.
That is to say, the opponent is relying on his own physical strength to fight against Ye Qingchen. If he uses his internal strength, Ye Qingchen will not even have a chance to escape.
Stabilizing his body, Ye Qingchen finally saw that person clearly. He was more of a monster than a human. His innate ferocious appearance, dark green glowing eyes, and exploding muscles on his upper body were enough to make those worlds fit.
The gentleman lowered his proud head in shame. If the whole body was like this, it would be considered coordinated, but his lower body had no muscles at all, and seemed to be just a layer of skin wrapping the bones. The level of incoordination was simply outrageous.