President Hunting Love is too fierce

"Who are you, you dare to barge in and say, who are you, dare to smash my territory?" Du Si has been doing well in the Longtan Gang for these years, and no one in the street calls him Brother Du.

He was used to his younger brother's compliments, and when he saw someone dared to smash his position, he suddenly felt unable to hold back, and wanted to teach these reckless people a lesson.

A deep and seductive mature man's voice, as low and elegant as a cello, but with a blood-stained gorgeous color came from behind the men in black and sunglasses:

"You are Du Si?"

His voice was extremely cold, carrying the undeniable might of an emperor, making one involuntarily surrender. [

"Yes." Du Si seemed to be drawn by some strange force, but he answered obediently, after hearing his humble voice.

He was suddenly furious, and he couldn't help but respectfully answer the man's words.

"It's unreasonable. Who are you, dare to speak to Lao Tzu like this? Tell me your name."

"You don't deserve to know." After the extremely arrogant man spit out these words.

Before Du Si could get angry, a bullet shot into his forehead like a ghost, with such precision that Du Si didn't even realize what happened.

I just felt a thick blood flow down my forehead.

The other thugs didn't see clearly how the mysterious man made the move, but saw the arrogant Du Si die like this.

A strong sense of fear suddenly rose in their hearts, and they felt that the man hiding behind those men in black was as terrifying as the devil king of hell.

"Brother, please forgive me, we don't know him." Several men were so frightened that their feet trembled like shrimps, and they knelt down on the ground.

Suddenly they thought of one thing, whether Brother Zhao and Brother Shan who had been missing for a few days also died like Du Si.

Who are these terrible people?

But the only response to them was the sound of a few bullets, and there was blood in Lan Shen's dark eyes, and he wanted everyone who had hurt Bai Xiaoqian to die.

He turned and went out, and the black overcoat disappeared into the bar like smoke, as if it had never been there.

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Moshi's private training camp.

Purgatory flicked the golden pistol in his hand lightly, and smiled at Bai Ling who had just stepped out of the system training program.