Ultimate God Of Death

Maybe it's incredible.

But sometimes

I'm still a little sorry for what happened to them.

During the day, they are working hard for money, power and fame, so they will come to this place at night

And make off-site bets on Gang fire

Those bloody conflicts always appear in intelligence sources

Those struggling in the deep ditch of fate like to drink wine, hug girls, watch others fight and watch the fall of life in a stable environment. They take pleasure in blaspheming other people's lives, and satisfy their desire to gamble with the disappearance of their souls

Man, you are no different from them

Shut up, I have another line.

They came here to see those who had nothing to do with themselves, bleeding

This is a well-known neutral area in lansdenton City: a bar where weapons are absolutely prohibited, the only battle takes place on the screen, and a bar full of women, wine and desire - "neon night" bar. This bar has its unique service: you can bet on the success or failure of street crimes, gang conflagration, even the battle between "Marvel man" (strange people) and the fight against crime by urban Justice Police in the new city, so as to gamble

Ye Feng didn't know the existence of this bar before, otherwise it would definitely become Ye Feng's favorite... From the "imitation expert", Ye Feng knew that the owner of this bar was the leader of Sanzhu club. This is also the reason for his visit tonight to collect the information needed for his work.

Ye Feng is not surprised that the "imitation expert" can lock his position and contact himself through the public telephone booth on the street.

"Imitation expert" told Ye Feng about the "neon night" bar. He used his resources to find out the origin between the bar and the leader of Sanzhu club. It's the one who owes Ye Feng.

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"Hey! Well, well, hum, Shisheng is a genius, a brilliant genius!" a middle-aged man in a pink shirt and white suit, holding a gorgeous girl with a beautiful figure, walked into the working area of the "neon night" bar, which is the area where guests are forbidden to step.

The short man wearing sunglasses is Paul, a professional criminal who has been on the streets of lansdenton for many years. He used to be mainly engaged in kidnapping and drug trafficking. However, in recent years, Paul began to gradually shift the focus of his career from organizing gangs to sell drugs to the field of investment.

Especially in recent years, without investment experience, he has made a lot of money. Who makes Paul's social relations hard enough? Of course, it will be extraordinary if he is supported. Paul and Chen Chuan Shisheng, who owns the bar, are friends who grew up together. Paul, he's one of the shareholders of this bar.

Usually, Paul takes care of the operation and operation of this bar. In fact, to put it bluntly, what Paul does is watch the show. But to be honest, all Paul needs to do is lie down and count the money. After all, no one dares to be uncomfortable in the "neon night" bar unless he doesn't want to live

Paul, in a particularly happy mood, loosened the sexy girl in his arms and asked her to wait for him in his office first. He still has something to do.

"By the standard of a Monday, business is good tonight. We can make about 800000. It's a little fun," Paul said to the tall man with his back to himself. The man's back gave Paul a trace of fear. Paul was sure he hadn't seen the man in the neon night bar before. Was he new?

Walking to the tall man standing in front of the gun rack, fiddling with all kinds of guns collected from the guests and temporarily keeping them for safekeeping, Paul patted him on the shoulder and pretended to casually say to the man in Black: "Hey, don't always protect the gun collected from the guests. You are now in the paradise of lansdenton. You should learn how to have fun."

Everyone who enters the "neon night" bar, whether guests or employees, must turn in the guns they carry for unified management. This is conducive to the atmosphere and public security in the whole bar. After all, gamblers will always be in charge and can't control their emotions

"This is my job," the man said with a smile, turning to look at Paul beside him.

"Well, you'll understand what I said in a few days. You're new, aren't you? What's your name?" Paul said noncommittally. Paul's fear of the tall and handsome man in front of him became more and more uncontrollable.

"Dustman of lansdenton, do you know my name?" the man picked up a Uzi on the gun rack behind him and shot Paul in the arm.

"You're the killer!" Damn it! How did he get in!? Paul resisted the sharp pain in his arm and turned and fled.

But where can he escape?

……

As I said, sometimes I'm really sorry for them

[hum]

Although then I will shoot to vent these negative emotions until I feel better

Your way of venting pressure is really special...]

"Thank you for your gun.", "no! Don't kill me!!!", "Peng!"

"Thank you for your gun.", "God, please don't... don't --", "Peng!"

"Thank you for your gun.", "Oh... Shit! How dare you --", "Peng!"

Listening to the footsteps closer and closer to his hiding place, Paul leaned against the wall and was tightly pressing the wound on his right arm. His heart began to beat violently with the rhythm of his steps, and almost burst out of his chest

The sound of the man's footsteps in Aaron's ears was like the sound of the death knell from hell, which made him extremely afraid... Paul felt that time seemed to freeze. He was trapped in a cage, waiting for the man's arbitrary slaughter. He kept praying to the God in his heart and confessing all his sins.

But to tell the truth, this temporary begging is of no use. Paul himself knows that he just can't stand the fear in his heart

"Ah ah!!! No! No! Ye Feng! I can - Wu Kony picks up the excrement. Heili." when the big hand clenched his collar, Paul Paul was inevitably scared to pee his pants.

Facing Ye Feng's face with sharp water chestnut like a knife, all the flukes in Bao's heart were broken. He knows why Ye Feng came. Although betraying Sanzhu will also be hard to escape death, Paul has heard of the crazy killer. It's also death. He doesn't want to suffer torture before he dies!

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." because ye Feng inserted the muzzle of the pistol into Paul's mouth, Paul can only hesitate to reveal the nonsense that the transferor can't understand. Paul knows that Ye Feng is insulting and trampling on him, but what can he do?

"Wu Kony picks up shit in the black!" Paul tries his best to make his words clearer.

"I still don't understand."

"Wu Kony picked up the shit in the black!!!" Paul, who was abused to collapse, was crying at this time

"Here, write down what you want to say." Ye Feng took out a small notepad and a ballpoint pen from the pocket of the black leather windbreaker and handed them to Paul with tears flowing. As Ye Feng roughly inserted his mouth into the muzzle of the gun, Paul's saliva has soaked his shirt

I can give you Shisheng

Looking at the words Paul wrote in his Notepad, Ye Feng's mouth rose slightly and leaked a demonic and ferocious smile at Paul.

"Chen Chuan Shi Sheng? You know my needs very well."

"Mm-hmm!!!" Paul. Paul nodded his head wildly and faltered in response to Ye Feng's question.

"That's good. Let's go to another place and have a good chat with your good friend chenchuan Shisheng." in Paul's frightened eyes, Ye Feng directly knocked him unconscious.

For Paul, tonight must be a long night