The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1672 Viper
"Your Majesty, are you planning to just keep silent like this?"

Holding the gun in his hand, Li Futu asked with a harmless smile.

Just when Marchel was still in shock and didn't know how to respond.

Sudden.

"Bang" sounded.

The gun in Li Futu's hand suddenly rang, and a cold bullet shot out quickly and sharply, only a few centimeters away from Ma Qier's head, and then pierced through the face of a woman behind.

A glamorous Hollywood baby turned into a miserable corpse in an instant.

"what!!!"

As the unfortunate woman fell to the ground, the spurted blood splashed on the faces of several women next to her, causing them to cover their faces with their fingers open in horror, screaming heart-piercingly and squatting on the ground.

"Sorry, it went off fire."

Looking at Marchel who was trembling all over, Li Futu apologized as if he had accidentally injured someone's life.

"Respect, respected Li, you can't kill me. I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble for you."

Marchel finally spoke with a hoarse voice, his lips were trembling, and his trembling eyes were full of fear of death.

God.

The bullet almost flew past his scalp just now, and he seemed to be able to hear the voice of death whispering in his ear.

At a time like this, it was rare for him not to be paralyzed and fall to the ground.

"Trouble? I don't think there is any trouble."

Li Futu smiled warmly, holding the gun in his hand all the time, and no one knew whether another cold bullet would be fired in the next second.

"Although there are certain differences between the laws of the East and the West, there should be a statement of self-defense. The more than 20 warriors under your command just now wanted to take my life. In order to protect myself, I can only be forced to fight back, and then put you, and They solved it together, Mr. Marcher, do you think this is troublesome?"

Because of fear, Ma Qier couldn't stop shaking from his lips to his face. No one would have thought that he was sitting there like a god a minute ago, hugging left and right, exuberant.

For his own sake, he could only force himself to calm down and answer Li Futu's questions like a student.

"Dear Li, my death will not do you any good. On the contrary, if you are willing to forget the unpleasant things just now, I believe that there must be a lot of common topics between us. Look at the darlings around you. They are all terrified."

In order to survive, Machel could only involuntarily squeeze out a stiff smile that was uglier than crying, and let go of the inherent pride of being a descendant of Rothschild.

"Li, it was just a little joke between me and you. I have always admired you very much. You have to understand how a fan loves an idol."

Marchel stood there alone talking to himself, forced a smile, and performed oriental face-changing acrobatics, while his pet babies squatted on the ground in horror, making Marchel, who stood out from the crowd, look so abrupt , like a clown.

Dai said last night that he is an out-and-out waste, which is obviously subjective. In any case, regardless of his ability, at least the current fourth heir to Rothschild is a very thoughtful person. The character, in the club under his jurisdiction, set up a killing game to invite the king into the urn, let alone whether it was successful or not, but he still dared to make such a plan under the premise of knowing the identity of the other party. This kind of courage is also rare in the world. Few people can compare shoulder to shoulder.

Moreover, he also understood the truth that the green hills he stayed in were not afraid of running out of firewood. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately changed his attitude, and he didn't really continue to shout arrogantly like an idiot.

But his judging the situation may not be able to exchange his life.

The ignorant are fearless.

With a noble blood, he feels that he is superior to others from the bottom of his heart, and he has never realized that those so-called strong men are really so invincible.

No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

No matter how powerful it is, can it stop bullets?
Tonight, Li Futu undoubtedly gave him a vivid teaching lesson. He even stood there motionless without making a move. More than 20 super thugs he had transferred from the Common Prosperity Association joined hands and traveled westward.

It is undeniable that although the current situation is very unfavorable to him, very, very unfavorable, the scene just now still makes Machel feel an eye-opener.

He had clearly seen those thugs faithfully fulfilling his orders, and most of their guns were aimed at Li Futu, but those bullets that could have beaten this guy to pieces started to go off inexplicably around his body.

This is just... so fucking bullshit.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed the scene just now, but the consequences of the failure of this plan are obviously not as simple as refreshing his cognition.

They also worked hard for Rothschild, but because they were loyal to different people, Dai's people didn't show any face to Machel. Two men died in the chaos just now, and the two men who were still alive held their hands meticulously. The guns were aimed at Marchel, as long as the order was given, they would undoubtedly attack immediately.

"Kill him."

Dai naturally didn't show any kindness to this nominal younger brother, and wanted to get rid of him murderously, but Li Futu shook his head.

"No hurry, take him away first."

Dai frowned, but then nodded.

"catch him!"

The two hunks immediately approached Ma Qier step by step with their guns in their hands.

Just when they were about to reach out to control Machel, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Machel's mouth, which seemed to be frightened.

Behind him, a few women squatting on the ground trembling suddenly raised their heads, their eyes were cold and gloomy, they were as sharp and light as wild cats, and rushed towards the two hunk men.

At the same time, Machel also launched a self-rescue operation, arrested the acting and singing superstars on the left and right, and pushed them forward like human sandbags.

Although most of these women are his pets for fun, but a few of them are not just vases in the traditional sense. Their killing skills are stronger than their ability to please men.

These suddenly violent women are undoubtedly Machel's hidden trump card. As the heir of Rothschild, how can there be a real fool, knowing that tonight will be a fierce battle, how can he only play one hand? Prepare.

These seemingly sexy and seductive women were unambiguous in their ruthlessness. Their previously charming and well-behaved expressions had all become cold and cruel, like a few poisonous snakes suddenly jumped out, with tricky and vicious moves, thunderous.

(End of this chapter)