Chapter three hundred and sixty seventh welcome revenge
The door of the hotel was rudely opened, and several young people dressed in fancy clothes broke in.
Their faces and arms are covered with tattoos, they wear earrings and hold cigarettes in their mouths, their hair is dyed red and green, and their leather jackets are hung with jingling silver jewelry.
These guys must have drunk a lot of alcohol and taken contraband. Their faces were smiling but not smiling, their eyes were crazy, and they looked arrogant and cool.
"Old ghost!"
One of the tall, thin men wearing a gold chain came to the front of the counter and grinned at the old black man: "We are here to collect protection money. From today on, your hotel will be managed by our punk gang!"
"I haven't heard of any punk gangs."
The well-informed old black man replied calmly: "We are under the protection of the Soth Gang. I advise you to leave."
"FK!"
The man with the gold chain cursed loudly, and instantly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the old black man: "Shit Soth Gang, this street belongs to our punk gang now, don't you understand?"
In fact, while negotiating with the other party, the old black man secretly went to get the shotgun fixed under the table.
However, he didn't expect that the other party would move so fast, and he would lose the opportunity after half a beat.
Several companions of the man with the gold chain also took out weapons such as pistols and daggers.
One of them was playing with the butterfly knife in his hand, and the sharp blade swirled with a cold light under the light!
"Oh oh oh!"
The old black man quickly raised his hands: "Don't be impulsive. How much do you want?"
He knew very well that the gangsters in front of him were in a very unstable mental state under the stimulation of alcohol and contraband. They were like dry powder barrels that might explode at any time.
So the old black man wisely chose to cooperate.
"If I had said so earlier, it would have been over!"
The man with the gold chain smiled ferociously and poked the old black man on the forehead with the muzzle of his gun: "Originally, I only planned to charge you a thousand dollars, but you made me very unhappy, so I have to double it!"
The old black man was distressed: "I don't have that much cash here."
"FK!"
The man with the gold chain suddenly swung his pistol and hit the old black man's head hard: "Is there any?"
The old black man who was caught off guard was immediately hit with a bloody head and fell to the ground in pain.
"stand up!"
The man with the gold chain yelled: "Damn Nig, believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!"
He was not making false threats, his finger was already on the trigger.
"Enough!"
At this time, Gao Jing, who had been sitting next to him, put down the wine glass in his hand and said in a deep voice: "I suggest you get out of here immediately."
"Um?"
The man with the gold chain turned his head and looked at Gao Jing.
It was as if he had seen some strange species, with an incredible look in his eyes.
Shaking his head, the man with the golden chain showed a creepy smile to Gao Jing: "Sir, what did you just say, can you say it again?"
He asked Gao Jing to say it again, but he actually raised his pistol and aimed at Gao Jing's head.
Just take it off!
What gold chain men hate the most is people who make them feel unhappy.
Whoever makes him unhappy will die!
But before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly found himself flying up, and his vision suddenly rose several meters higher.
Huh?
Whose is that headless body below?
When the man with the gold chain realized this problem, he was already plunged into boundless darkness!
But what his fellow punks saw was that Gao Jing waved his hand, and saw a red flame flash past, and the gold chain man's head flew high into the air.
This scene was so shocking that they were all stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.
What the hell?
A gangster reacted and pointed his weapon at Gao Jing in horror.
He didn't even notice that his hands were shaking.
Gao Jing smiled coldly, then suddenly waved his arm towards the opponent and chopped him off on the head.
Big cleaver!
The flames of the sword inspired by the fighting spirit flashed, and the young gangster was split into two halves.
Two corpses fell to the ground on the left and right, and the wounds were all traces of high-temperature ablation!
"ah!"
The other two gangsters woke up from a dream, screamed in terror, and rushed towards the door in unison.
Bang!
Gao Jin flew up and kicked a gangster hard on the back.
The gangster felt as if he had been struck by lightning and flew out like a kite with its string broken, blood spurting out from his mouth.
And knocked his companion to the ground!
"I was wrong!"
The only remaining gangster realized that something was wrong. Instead of trying to escape, he lay on the ground and begged: "Sir, please let me go!"
Gao Jing retracted his feet and said calmly: "Go and tell your people that I am here and welcome revenge!"
"Go away."
This gangster couldn't believe that Gao Jing really let him go.
He was stunned for a moment, then rolled out of the hotel and crawled to the ground.
Gao Jing returned to the bar, sat on the high stool, and asked, "Are you okay?"
The old black man climbed up with difficulty and cursed: "These bastards..."
The next second, he seemed to have been punched in the face, and his eyes bulged out.
Because the hotel owner saw the horrific and bloody scene on the ground: "OMG!"
"What did you do?"
Gao Jing smiled: "It's nothing, I just removed a few scum from the world."
"Thank you."
The old black man covered the wound on his forehead and poured a glass of brandy for Gao Jing: "I'll buy you this glass."
He knew that if it weren't for Gao Jing, he would probably be a corpse.
So even though Gao Jing's methods were extremely cruel, the hotel owner didn't have much fear.
"Thanks."
Gao Jing raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Putting down the cup, he took out a bottle of healing potion from his pocket, unscrewed the cork and poured some potion into the empty cup.
Then he pushed it to the old black man: "Put this on your wound."
Although the old black man didn't understand Gao Jing's intention at all, he picked up the wine glass without hesitation and applied the potion inside to his forehead and the bleeding wound.
"Huh?"
The old black man was surprised to find that his wound no longer hurt and bleed, and he felt cool and comfortable.
He couldn't help but touch his forehead and found that the wound had healed!
"This, this..."
This experienced hotel owner no longer knew what words to use to express his inner shock at this time.
All I can say is: "Thank you!"
"You are welcome."
Gao Jing pointed to the corpse on the ground: "I'm afraid our troubles are not over yet."
"I'll give Charlie a call!"
The old black man picked up the phone and started dialing. After getting through, he muttered to someone for several minutes.
His accent was so thick that even Gao Jing couldn't understand him.
I just saw that the old black man’s face was getting uglier and uglier!
"We are really in trouble."
After ending the call, the hotel owner smiled bitterly and said: "The punk gang is out!"