Seeing that Lin Mo was going to be tough, Manager An Zhui's expression changed drastically.

"Mr. Mo, they are from the Sword Sect, we can't afford to offend them!"

Those swordsmen are all murderous existences.

If you offend them, you will never know when they will die on the streets.

"Then let others shit and pee on our heads?"

Lin Mo's rhetorical question left the manager speechless.

"Anyway, we have to clean up, and they are not less than a knife teacher."

The manager had no intention of responding to the latter sentence.

Lin Mo has already walked to the hall.

"Little Huangmao, do you know that cutting someone's fortune is like killing one's parents!"

As a dog-legged son of Matthews, whoever meets in these three districts is not allowed to say anything about Huang Shao or Brother Mao.

This kid dared to call himself Little Yellow Hair.

"I'll cut you off, uncle, and I'll cut him off!"

Hearing the words, the thug turned his gun and aimed directly at Lin Mo.

"Snapped!"

Without any precautions, a crisp slap sounded.

The thug was directly slapped!

He has a gun, this kid dares to slap himself.

"Am I he..."

Before he finished speaking, he slapped again.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Snapped!"

Fighter: "..."

I am Nima!

The thugs stared and pulled the trigger directly.

Such a move made Gila scream directly.

"boss!"

Mr. Mo is doing it for himself.

If he died in the hands of the enemy, his sins would be great.

Huang Mao's face was full of pride at this time.

After slaughtering this boss, the Mohs Hotel can be dedicated to Master Matthews.

It must be a great achievement by then.

Pull the trigger!

boom!

As expected, the bloody picture did not appear.

The thug stared blankly at the exploding pistol in his hand and his blackened palm.

The fear in his eyes instantly condensed.

This... this is still human!

With a slight squeeze of two fingers, the pistol slumped!

Snapped!

Before the thug could react, another slap landed on his face.

This time, Lin Mo didn't hold back.

The huge force flew the beater fan out.

It hit the wall heavily, forming a shocking depression.

The unexpected flip made Huang Mao stunned.

This is a master!

Lin Mo didn't say anything, his eyes swept away.

Several thugs who were originally arrogant and arrogant instantly showed their timidity.

He just glanced at Lin Mo, and was frightened to withdraw the pistol.

"You...what do you want!"

Huang Mao watched Lin Mo approach and stammered.

"Our young master Matthews is still upstairs. If you dare to touch me, you will hit our young master in the face."

He knew that he kicked the iron plate, and at this time, he did not have the arrogance before.

Since Lin Mo can easily squeeze a pistol, he can also easily smash his neck.

Lin Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

He stretched out his hand, pinched Huang Mao's neck, and lifted it into the air.

The thugs on the side, even with guns, could only watch as their boss struggled desperately.

"We... Knife Sect... won't let go... yours!"

Huang Mao made his last struggle, trying to frighten Lin Mo with the sword teaching behind him.

It's a pity that Lin Mo doesn't eat this set at all.

"Then I'm going to try it!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes turned cold, and the strength in his hands increased a bit.

Since the other party has already killed him, there is no need for him to be soft-hearted.

Seeing that Huang Mao was about to die.

The door to the second-floor box finally opened.

"Stop it!"

Beside the guardrail, a man dressed in a cape, Matthews, stood quietly.

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

There was no trace of mood swings on the man's face.

Even if his subordinate Huang is about to die.

"Come up for a drink?"

Matthews raised the goblet in his hand and issued an invitation.

Lin Mo nodded and threw Huang Mao far away. JrNovels.com