The bald head covered the bloody back of his head, and before he could take a few steps, he felt a piercing pain again. When he looked up, he saw that the ghost hand was still standing as if nothing had happened, without any fear. He couldn't help but anger burned all over his body from his heart. Even the pain on his head seemed to have been relieved a lot in an instant.

"Boy, where are you doing? Don't you know my prince, Dao Bald Brother? Who is your boss?" Although he was very annoyed, according to the rules of the world, the bald man who was hiding in the ** still claimed his wealth. He was also afraid that this young man who looked like a fool would be a big brother or a rich man, and it would not be a good end if he caused an accident.

But after waiting for a long time, the bald man didn't wait for his mouth to move from the ghost hand's face. The bald man suppressed his anger and asked, "Are you deaf? I asked you what I asked? Where did I offend you? If you don't explain it clearly today, I will make you a piece of fragments."

The bald face was ferociously flowing with blood, and he glared at the ghost hand with evil spirits. As he spoke, a group of young men with tattoos behind the bald head were holding the guys one by one, and they couldn't help but take a step up. The eyes were full of provocation and contempt! Just waiting for the boss to say something and teach the ghost hand a lesson!

The ghost hand frowned and his fist tightened even tighter. So many people surrounded him, even if he was a real ghost, he could not escape. It seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable. He was not afraid of dozens of people who were vicious here. He was so murderous that he would not be able to kill in such public places. If that were the case, even if he left this door, he would be chased by black and white.

This was not his original intention. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hate the cunning Nighthawk again. He actually gave him such a question.

The bald man endured the pain and waited for a long time. The ghost hand in front of him not only did not speak, but instead glanced at the other side and directly crossed his head. The bald man was so angry that he didn't take the underworld into consideration, which was a great deal.

Without saying a word, he picked up the bottle beside him and shouted behind him: "Brothers, beat this bastard to death. Whoever beats him to death will I give him a hundred thousand yuan."

The gangsters who were already extremely arrogant had already been eager to try it out. At this moment, they heard that the elder brother was still working at his job and had an additional reward. The joy was nothing to mention. The look of the ghost hand was so bright that it directly looked like a shining golden pig's head. With a whistle, almost half of the people in the bar were holding the guys around.

In fact, this cannot be blamed on Ghost Hand. It’s not that he doesn’t want to explain it clearly, but it really doesn’t understand the language. Although Ghost Hand is also a famous international killer, it will be in the language of many countries. However, the bald man didn’t use international English to greet him as soon as he came up, but directly mentioned the local characteristics, which even Chinese people can’t understand. This is called Ghost Hand, who was inexplicably involved, and even more confused.

He just looked at the bald man and kept saying something, and from time to time he cooperated with lower limb movements to increase the infectiousness of his language. But Ghost Hand really wanted to say to him: "Brother, can you change the words you can understand? Go home and talk."

However, the proud killer will not soften the first half even if he has never done such a thing. Although the bald man looks like he deserves a beating. If you are wronged, you will be wronged. No matter how many people you have, the ghost hand will never be afraid of the first half.

The gangsters rushing like a tide, howling like ghosts and wolves rushing forward, and they greeted them according to the ghost hands. They used their strength so hard that they were afraid that the whole family would not be able to beat the ghost hands. They all held their strength and smashed them hard on the ghost hands.

The ghost hand stretched out his eyebrows when the crowd was crowded. What he was best at was strangling back and forth among the crowd, which was also the ancestral tradition of his family, and his father, Kinomaru, never learned the ghost movement technique in his life.

The gangsters suddenly had a flash of flowers, as if a black shadow was floating by. The thing hit the guy who was supposed to be standing in front of him was gone. Just as everyone was confused and thought they were drinking too much or were holding too much medicine, the bloody bald head suddenly screamed and flew into the air.

But his body was too heavy, and he was still crying in a scream before he was halfway through. Several gangsters who had not had time to react instantly made their boss's natural human flesh pads and were pressed to the ground and shouted.

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up again. The ghost hand that had disappeared suddenly appeared in the position where the bald boss should have stood, laughing at everyone. The bald boss was curling on the ground like an earthworm, covering his stomach and shouting. It seemed that he was kicked into the air by the ghost hand just now. But no one present could see clearly what was going on.

The gangsters who came to their senses were not afraid, but perhaps because of the effects of alcohol and drugs, but were aroused by the blood and even more anger. The whole bar shouted and rushed towards the ghost hands together.

The ghost hand really frowned. He originally wanted to fight the culprit and the boss of this group to establish his authority, so that he could retreat safely and safely, and also pretend to be a thug in front of these gangsters and show off the slogans of a first-class killer.

But he missed a little. It was just that drugs and alcohol killed people. People who may be cowardly will immediately become tall and proud as soon as they drink alcohol. They dare to mess with anything.

He was so drunk that he was so courageous. The ghost hand sighed helplessly. When he moved his body, his hands quickly bounced into the crowd like a flower and a butterfly. His ghost movement technique had reached its peak, and he was almost indifferent in the crowd. He had just finished hitting a person in front of him, and the person next to him had not yet reacted, and the ghost hand had already overflowed from the crack of the human being, and he might have already stepped four or five steps away.

The more people there are, the more they can exert the power of the ghost movement. The ghost hand is like the legendary ghost, invisible, making these already dizzy gangsters unable to see his traces. Only a punch from the front will let the gangsters know that the man has not left yet.

Ghost Hand's boxing technique is also very special, taken from the Chuanye Fist, which has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is said that one of his great ninja ancestors practiced in the bamboo forest and transformed this boxing technique based on the floating bamboo leaves. Just like bamboo leaves, this set of boxing techniques is erratic, sometimes calm, sometimes restrained, and sometimes unrestrained. The huge power is released between Chuanye and butterfly, which is unpredictable. There are countless famous people who died in this set of boxing techniques.

This is also one of the three unique skills inherited by the Kitomaru family. Unfortunately, Kitomaru only learned Netherworld Fire, and the remaining two were learned by him, a century-old genius, but a rebellious and lonely son. This made Kitomaru sigh that his life situation was so complicated and wonderful.

In less than a minute, the ghost hand had knocked down nearly a dozen people. At this moment, he had stood from the crowd to the door of the bar, hid in a dark corner, and quietly watched the noisy bar.

The remaining dozens of people were raiding the guys in a mess, looking for the already safe ghost hands everywhere.

Ghost Hand didn't want to stay for too long. Today I received the news that I was going to snipe Lao Zhou, but I didn't want to be rescued by Nighthawk. At this moment, his identity has been exposed. This is the first time he has fought in a group fight in his many years as a killer career.

Finally, he glanced at the chaotic bar. The ghost hand sighed, turned around, and disappeared on the confused prince's path.

A man with a strange smile suddenly walked out from behind the alley of the bar. He watched the ghost hand disappear at the last contour of the street corner, and laughed. Then he turned back and disappeared again in the darkness, never disappearing again.

"Captain! Your move is amazing. This is enough for that kid to drink a pot. There are so many people, I don't think he can get out." Seeing Ye Ying rushing on the road, Meng Fei deliberately interrupted and told the bar about it.

However, even the military baton who was silent on the side nodded for such a big deal.

Ye Ying was stunned, thinking about Lao Zhou, but forgot about this matter and said obscurely: "You are too simple. That guy just now is definitely a master. From the speed of his throwing knife and the strength of a punch against me, it can be described as terrible. When you see this person in the future, try to walk around if you can fight."

"Is it so exaggerated?" The military slammed in disapproval. The arrogant spirit in the soldier forced him not to allow others to be stronger than him. After Nighthawk said this, wouldn't he be useless?

Nighthawk sneered: "If you don't say exaggerated words, you two will probably not support it for half a minute without moving your gun."

The two were shocked and stopped talking. They knew the weight of Nighthawk's words, and Junta knew even more. When he and Nighthawk first met, they were knocked down without even being beaten. Seeing their situation of fighting just now, it seemed that they were both in the same way, and a sense of awe arose in their hearts.

Nighthawk stopped talking. He was very surprised when he thought of the mysterious young man just now. Who is he? Why did he come to kill Lao Zhou? What is involved in this?

Thinking of Lao Zhou's final look, he must have something important to say to him. Alas! It will be a problem when he will see him again.

When they returned to the hotel, the old team members were not asleep yet, and they all sat on the sofa waiting for him to come back. Hong Guang, Baiyu, Wang Chao and the other two were also inside. After the bloody battle of life and death in R Country, the old team members no longer regarded these three new team members as outsiders. Although they still called them, they were kind enough to treat them as their own people.

This also made the new team members living next to him very envious, thinking about when they could think of Bai Yu and the other three, calling brothers and brothers to the veterans. But they didn't understand that these names and friendship were all exchanged for blood. In the minds of the three new recruits, they would never be able to wield the appearance of poppy covered in blood before they died.

"Captain, how about it? Have you caught Lao Zhou?" Daniu was the first to run up. He was particularly concerned about this matter. He was not familiar with Lao Zhou, but the death of Black Bear made him familiar with Lao Zhou. Because of Lao Zhou's betrayal, Black Bear died tragically in a foreign land, which made Daniu hold his energy.

Others also surrounded him with concern. Nighthawk shook his head and roughly talked about the situation in the bar. Everyone was surprised. No one expected that in addition to their power, there was someone who wanted to kill Lao Zhou. It seemed that Lao Zhou had become a hot commodity, which attracted a lot of people.

Only the big bull said heartlessly that he was unlucky and said that he must catch Lao Zhou with his own hands and must not let outsiders take the lead. This made Ye Ying even more irritable, and he could not tell everyone about his thoughts. Lao Zhou's face was still vivid in his mind. He was irritable and pushed everyone away and returned to the house.

I fell on the bed and closed my eyes, and my mind was full of scenes of tonight. I shook my head hard, forcing myself not to think about it anymore, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I was destined to spend this night in sleeplessness.

The ghost hand pushed open the door, walked to the side of Song himself who had been waiting for him for a long time without any surprise, picked up the water on the table and drank it all.

"How is it, have you succeeded?" Matsumoto stood up with concern and asked.

The ghost hand shook his head and leaned on the chair a little tired.

"What? You haven't even succeeded, is it very powerful?" Matsumoto asked incredible. In his image, as long as he gave Ghost Hand information, even among thousands of troops, Ghost Hand could kill the other party without knowing it. Now he was defeated, which really surprised him.
Chapter completed!