Located in an abandoned warehouse in the south of the city, dazzling lights of various colors are constantly flashing inside, and the loud music makes the glass rustle and vibrate endlessly.
In the center of the warehouse, the original cement floor has been transformed into a dance floor. Amidst the rapid beating of drums, countless women in voluptuous and sexy clothes, as well as young and crazy boys, are jumping and swaying like crazy here.
Demons dance wildly.
"So the guy named Andre is actually very strong, right? Several of them teamed up, but they haven't even fought? He's still looking for me in school?"
Hancock was wearing a large gold chain and black casual clothes, and walked up a simple iron staircase in a leisurely manner.
"Shit! You are just a group of cowards. I know you were carrying guns. A group of guys with little more courage than mice. Okay, okay, I will let someone deal with him. After the trouble here is solved, an unknown person
The bastard——"
At this moment, Hancock suddenly frowned and looked at his feet. They were two young girls on the dance floor, holding his leather shoes and trouser legs tightly with their hands through the railing.
"Hancock, I can't hold it anymore. I can't stand it. I want that thing now. No. 4, can you give me some?"
"I want it too, Hancock. I don't want much, so just give me ten grams, okay?"
"Wow~"
Hancock laughed, then crouched down and attacked: "Excuse me, are you two rich?"
"Can I make an advance?"
One of the girls showed a flattering smile: "I think I'll have it later, there are a lot of boys here."
Another one had runny nose and tears: "I owe a debt. I've heard of your rules. The monthly interest is ten cents, right? Up to ten days. I will pay you back after ten days, and I will ask my family for the money."
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"Then it's a deal!"
Hancock snapped his fingers: "Give them the things. Remember to show me the student ID and driver's license of the girl next to you. I recognize the other one. This is my classmate and the beauty of our class."
Then he quickly stepped onto the steps, walked through the maze-like aisles, and reached the depths of the abandoned warehouse.
This used to be a freezer, surrounded by half-meter-thick walls and steel plates. Now it has been transformed into a secret room, and the decoration inside is extremely luxurious.
When Hancock walked in, he found a man in a red shirt, lying on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth.
Next to him, a group of people were surrounding and beating a guy who no longer looked human.
"Hey! Don't mess up my floor, okay? It's expensive!"
Hancock frowned and walked over, then he was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing a strange color: "Look who this is? Isn't this my lovely classmate Samson?"
He turned his head again and looked at his subordinates with questioning eyes: "Poor Samson, he is a very honest guy, the top student in the school, what has he done? You want to do this to him?"
One of them spread his hands: "He already owes us 3,300 gold shields. He can't pay back the debt, and he refuses to help us bring the goods to the college. You should know Hancock, the school doesn't know what to pay in the past two days.
Crazy, when we brothers entered the school, we had to walk under the eyes of the outlaws of the Linden family. This cost us at least 120 grams of No. 4 and 200 grams of K powder.
There are also several brothers who may be sent to juvenile court."
Hancock's face suddenly turned cold, he grabbed Samson's head and hit it hard on the floor: "Pack it up and throw it out. Clean this place. Inform the guys below not to supply him with goods.
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But just when he was about to get up and leave, he found Samson's bloody hand tightly grasping the hem of his trousers. His eyes, which were already cloudy, were looking at him with pleading.
Hancock's eyes were extremely ferocious, showing strong disgust.
He originally planned to lift his foot and crush the hand, but then Hancock's expression moved slightly and he squatted down again: "You don't want to help me, do you? Samson? I just brought something."
It's just school, it's easy. If you help me, I can write off the debt of 3,000 dollars."
Samson obviously hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head firmly. Hancock smiled instead of being angry, and took out a white pill from his pocket: "Then do me another favor, it will work just as well."
Forgive the debt, I can still pay you wages in the future, and there will be enough 4ths to make you happy every day
.As long as you take this pill, of course, it is a bit risky, Samson. It can make you a powerful person, but there is also a certain chance of death. This has something to do with your own wishes, tell me,
You are willing, right? You are willing to accept it, come alive and be my BUDDY."
At this time, the man in the red shirt on the sofa also turned his head and stared this way.
Samson hesitated again, but ten seconds later, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the pill in his hand.
Seeing the bloody boy swallowing the pill, Hancock suddenly stepped back a dozen steps, watching from afar with anticipation.
"Beast blood type three, have you been asked to find someone to test the medicine again?" This is the man in the red shirt.
"You gave me seven pills and asked me to find someone to try them. What a heck!"
Hancock cursed: "Where can I find so many people to test the medicine? There are not enough homeless people on the street. It is said that it is possible to cultivate beast-blood warriors, but it has never been successful before, and they all exploded with a bang.
Okay. I really hope you can give me a surprise, this guy also has level three magic power after all."
"He is a student of Linden College." The man in the red shirt shook his head: "You will make the Linden family angry."
"Didn't you say that they don't have time to take care of themselves now? Are they some branch of the Linden family who don't like our Miss Louise very much? They are already in civil strife, right?"
"I said so, but the problem is that even if they only have one finger free, they can crush you to death."
Red Shirt sneered and lay down again: "Forget it, it's up to you. I haven't seen a crazy guy like you in many years."
Hancock continued to look at Samson in amusement, who was already bleeding from the corners of his eyes, foaming at the mouth, and the muscles all over his body began to expand abnormally.
But at this moment, an angry roar came from the door: "Dandy Hancock!"
Hancock felt that the voice was very familiar. He was stunned for a moment and looked sideways. Then he saw a familiar figure with a strong body appearing at the door.
"Adam Richard?"
This surprised him, and his eyes were full of astonishment: "Why are you here? Shit, didn't you close the door just now and let our grade counselor in?"
But when he was questioning his men, Richard had already rushed over quickly, and then punched Hancock hard in the face.
The latter staggered back a few steps, with some blood stains on his face.
"Hey! Mr. Grade Advisor, can you please talk to me if you have something to say? Don't hit anyone."
But the next response to him was still a heavy iron fist, which made Hancock vomit blood and become furious at the same time.
"Are you just watching? Pull this old man away and fuck him to death! Do you dare to hit me AH?"
However, his men who approached were all blown away one after another in a few seconds, and Hancock was hit hard on the cheek again, making him almost unsteady.
"Want to help?"
The red shirt was watching the excitement: "Give me a hundred thousand gold shields. This old guy is not simple. He used to be at least a level 10 magic professional, and now he is also a level 7. He is very skilled in fighting skills. I guess he used to be a special forces soldier."
The furious Hancock had reached his hand to his back and grasped a magic gun.
But at this moment, a huge figure suddenly swooped over from the side and hit Richard hard on the waist.
The huge impact caused the latter to be slammed against the wall, and all the bones in his body made a cracking sound.
"Oh My God!"
Hancock first exclaimed, looking at the giant who was at least three meters tall and like a beast in front of him, and then he became a little excited: "Kill him Samson for me, you have been trained by him before, right?"
?No, no, you break his hands and feet for me first—"
At this time, even the man in the red shirt narrowed his eyes slightly and looked unusually solemn.