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Chapter 1838 Three punches for one hundred yuan

"Your Majesty Shi knows you? If you shoot today, you don't want to live!" Huo Jinzhi threatened.

The man holding the gun was stunned. Of course he knew Master Shi, who would not know Master Shi in this city?

"Stop bragging, will Shi Ye know you?" The man obviously didn't believe it, and slowly pulled the board with his fingers off.

Tang Xiaonan wanted to go forward to block it, but she caused it. She couldn't let Huo Jinzhi block the bullets for her, but Huo Jinzhi blocked it very tightly and she couldn't move at all.

"I don't need to lie to you. This is $10,000, so I'll use it to have fun with my brothers!"

Huo Jinzhi took out a stack of money from his body, which he had just taken out from the bank. The gangster's eyes lit up and emitted a greedy light. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to get the money.

But this gangster was not stupid either. He quickly reacted, retracted his hand, raised his gun, and mocked: "You are dead, the money is still mine, go die!"

Huo Jinzhi smiled calmly, not because he was ready to die, but because he saw the restaurant owner right behind the gangster, with an iron stick in his hand.

"Okay, if you have the courage, just shoot me. See if Master Shi will spare you!"

The gangster hesitated again and did not dare to gamble. If he really knew Master Shi, he would be in trouble and he would definitely lose his life.

All the Chinese were cruel and ruthless, and they didn't even dare to provoke the three K sects. They were just a gangster, and of course they didn't dare to.

But he didn't believe that these Chinese people would know big names like Shi Ye, and they were probably lying to him. If he really believed it, he would be a fool.

"Come on, shoot here!" Huo Jinzhi pointed to his chest, deliberately stimulating the gangster.

The gangster was even hesitant. It seemed that Huo Jinzhi did not look like an ordinary Chinese and was extremely courageous. Do you really know Master Shi?

At this moment, the hotel owner took action and knocked the gangster's back neck with an iron rod. The gangster's eyes turned pale and his body became soft. He fell forward. Meng Liyan didn't know where he got out. She had two big spoons in her hand and knocked her headlessly at the half-dreaming gangster.

After knocking for more than a dozen times, he kept fighting, but in the end he was forced to stop by his boss. If he kept fighting, the gangster would be knocked to death.

Huo Jinzhi stepped forward and took away the gun from the gangster's hands, picked it up, suddenly sneered, and skillfully removed the chamber of the gun. There was only one bullet inside. These gangsters were really poor and dared to come out with a gun with only one bullet.

After reloading the gun, Huo Jinzhi pointed the gun at the left ear of the guy who was obviously a gangster boss and said coldly: "Have you tasted the gun? When the bullets are shot from this side, they will shoot out from the ear on the other side. If the speed is fast enough, you may just feel a bug in your ear, buzzing, and then... with a bang, it exploded!"

In just a few words, the arrogant gangster boss was so scared that he burst into tears. He was not as arrogant as before and begged for mercy.

"Don't worry, I don't like killing people, but I like to bully people with power!"

Huo Jinzhi stood up and picked up the ten thousand yuan that had been worth 100 yuan. He pulled out one and rushed to the crowds who were surrounded and said, "Whoever dares to punch three punches and scold them the white-skinned monkeys will give this hundred yuan to whom!"

As soon as the words came, the masses were ready to move, including those locals, which cost a hundred yuan.

"Will there be more six punches?" someone asked.

"Of course, but you must use all your strength in every punch, otherwise you won't have a penny!".

"I'll do it!"

The man who asked the question came first. He was a young African-American man, tall and big, with his fists like a sand bowl. He was fists at the gangster boss, and his flesh fists were fists and blood was spurted out.
Chapter completed!
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