The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1673 Charlie's Angels
There is no doubt that Marcher is not timid, at least not as timid as he appears.

Although in the end there can only be one winner who can successfully take over the supreme power of the huge financial empire, the support of each heir requires the various factions within the empire to pay a huge price.

Rothschild has many direct relatives. If Machel is really so unbearable, how could the faction that supports him choose him.

The main purpose of the 'Hongmen Banquet' he held tonight was not to kill Li Futu.

Of course, if it is really successful, it is certainly a thing to be happy about, and it is not worth regretting if it is not successful.

His main purpose of setting up such a Longmen formation is to show the first heir, to show his loyalty and determination, in order to exchange for more benefits for himself in the future power changes.

Now, Machel feels that his goal has been achieved.

His cousin Ferry must have seen who his most trustworthy friend is, and now all he needs to think about is how to get out safely.

Yes.

Get away.

When he saw that Li Futu was still motionless and his more than 20 super thugs had all fallen down, he understood that the only issue he had to consider next was to save his life.

The two strong men loyal to Dai obviously didn't expect that these cats, which were trembling with fright, suddenly exploded and were bumped by the two actresses pushed by Machel. Before they could move, several women has jumped to the front.

"Fuck!"

Without mercy, he pushed aside the famous 'Black Widow' in his arms, and the hunk immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger without thinking.

"boom!"

Thermal weapons are indeed extremely deterrent in long-distance combat, but when they develop into close combat, they are not so effective.

A woman squeezed her fist and hit his wrist the moment he fired the gun, forcing the muzzle of his gun to move upwards. The bullet shot upwards obliquely and hit the luxurious crystal lamp above his head. dazzling spark
"Crack!"

Not giving the other party a chance to continue shooting, the woman was extremely straightforward, and the other hand turned into a palm knife and slammed the fierce man's throat violently, viciously and viciously, but also exuded a sense of hearty beauty.

What the hell is this baby pet? It's even scarier than a professional killer.

His eyes widened incredulously, and the hunk was full of resignation, but his throat was shattered, so he could only slowly fall backwards.

"Clap!"

Soon, the weapon in another hunk's hand was knocked down under the siege of two women, and then he was kicked in the vitals. While he squatted down in pain, a woman jumped up in a shocking and gorgeous way, with a straight and slender leg Throwing it out suddenly, the eight or nine centimeter long high-heeled shoe under his feet became the deadliest weapon, and the sharp toe directly hit the macho man's temple.

The fierce man was kicked and flew out, fell heavily on the floor, and died on the spot!

In an instant, there were two more corpses on the ground!

Li Futu's face remained unchanged, and he even raised his hands leisurely and applauded slowly.

"I thought those action scenes in Hollywood were just special effects. It seems that I am ignorant."

Several women's faces were indifferent and stern, they dealt with the two strong men, and they were about to rush towards Li Futu while stepping on their high heels.

They really are a bunch of Charlie's Angels.

"How are my babies, Lee? Aren't they nice?"

Marchel had already begun to move secretly in the direction of the gate.

Li Futu smiled without saying a word, seeing several sexy girls rushing towards him like wolves and tigers, like most men, he did not choose to resist, standing still did not mean to hide, but some people seemed not to want him to enjoy the sex all to himself.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, cracks appeared on the marble under his feet, like spider webs, extending in all directions, and then Ma Qier saw the exceptionally powerful blond man holding the five-six-meter-long strip table to the ground with one hand. Grab it!

You know, this table is made of solid wood, and it weighs at least two to three hundred kilograms. It is still difficult for four adults to lift it together, let alone one hand?

Seeing the guy grabbing the edge of the table with one hand and lifting the table suddenly and smashing it towards his babies, the corners of Marchel's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help cursing inwardly.

"Fuck!"

What the hell are these monsters!

Several Thunderbolt girls stopped in their footsteps, seeing the table flying towards them, and tried to resist it together, but in the end, they were all knocked out, fell to the ground in a mess, vomited blood, and their faces were bleak.

"hey-hey!"

The Clown King grinned, without any gentlemanly demeanor at all, and walked up quickly, as if he felt that he had found a convenient weapon, and once again lifted the long table that was astonishing in size and weight.

But this time, it was hands.

Then, in Dai's constantly fluctuating eyes, I saw the clown king who had been with her for several years holding up the table and throwing it at those women.

There was a continuous crackling sound.

A woman tentatively raised her hand to resist, but under the heavy force, her two slender arms were directly broken, bending into a creepy arc.

Soon, all of Ma Qier's hidden cards disappeared, and all of them were lying on the ground covered in blood, their bodies were in dilapidated condition, and there were almost no complete bones in their bodies.

Dai's face was pale, looking at the excited and crazy Clown King who was still smashing around, and finally witnessed the horror he rumoured, she felt sick to her stomach and wanted to vomit.

It was too cruel.

Looking at the 'babies' who had become a pile of rotten meat, Marchel couldn't help but trembled.

If it was really impossible to escape death, he would rather be killed by a bullet than such a painful death.

After torturing several women, the Clown King turned around, his eyes fixed on Marchel, grabbed the table, and started walking towards this side.

He didn't seem to have played enough, and planned to use the same method to torture Ma Qier to death.

But suddenly, a loud voice sounded.

The Clown King stopped walking, and raised his head in confusion.

Li Futu also frowned slightly.

"what sound?"

Hearing more and more noise, Dai's pale face suddenly froze.

"It's... the propeller!"

Because of the huge fluctuations in mood, her tone was a bit sharp.

"propeller?

Li Futu raised his head subconsciously.

Through the ceiling made of glass, a helicopter gradually appeared in the sky above their heads amidst the loud noise.

Li Futu's eyes fluctuated in vain, and he quickly said: "Get down!"

He grabbed Dai's hand and left the spot in an instant. At the same time, the Clown King set up the table again.

The next moment, a deafening rattling sound suddenly resounded.

Like a violent storm, swift and violent!
"boom!"

The thick glass ceiling of the VIP room was overwhelmed, and after holding on for a while, it suddenly burst!

Glass shards splash everywhere!
The luxurious crystal lamp hit the ground and was instantly shattered.

The sound of the propeller became more and more obvious, and at the door of the helicopter, two men wearing sunglasses could be vaguely seen.

With their strange screams, a line of fire pierced the night, and madness poured into the hall!

(End of this chapter)