Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 23

For a moment, the entire alley fell into a deathly silence, everything was still, exhaled white air, contracted muscles, steps taken, and the wind passing through the alley, all in some unknown Bewitched by power, it became a momentary freeze.

Then the warm midday winds of winter began to blow again.

The people who followed seemed to be confident, seeing that they were discovered, they did not wait for Porsche and Kinn to react, but they took the initiative to come out of the bunker behind without any hesitation.

Such an arrogant attitude made Porsche and Kinn suspicious, but seeing the number of people on the other side, Porsche couldn't help raising an eyebrow and sneered, "5 people? I hope you can fight better than you look."

As he spoke, Porsche turned his stiff neck and moved his wrists, feeling a long-lost impulse surge up in his body. He grinned involuntarily, looked at the prey in front of him, and showed a malicious grin. At first glance, he looked more like a villain than the opposite.

Although he is not a good person.

The leader of the five was a middle-aged man with a big beard, a typical European and American brawny man, with a height of more than 1.9 meters, wearing a suit full of muscles, with two buttons loose at the neckline, showing his chest without hesitation. A black tattoo with claws. Even Kinn, who always stood out from the crowd, looked slimmer in front of him.

The brawny man was not provoked by Porsche's obvious disdainful words, he waved his hand and showed his yellow teeth, "Don't get me wrong, we were just ordered to invite you to a place."

"Richard Marino sent you here?" Kinn narrowed his eyes unkindly when he heard the "please" that was deliberately emphasized.

"Mr. Marino heard that Mr. Kinn and Mr. Kittisawat are coming to New York, and he especially wants to invite the two of them to come over and do his best to be a landlord."

"Fuck, he is an Italian old man with half a foot in the coffin, what kind of landlord friendship did he play in the United States?"

The strong man kept a smile on his face and didn't answer.

Porsche and Kinn looked at each other, turned their hands away silently, held the folding knife hidden in the belt, and bowed slightly like a cheetah lying in the grass waiting for an opportunity, bit by bit tightening the legs Muscle, "What if we don't go?"

Seeing that Porsche was about to rush towards it by surprise, the strong man suddenly took out his mobile phone, seriously swiped it a few times, and then held the lit screen firmly in front of Porsche, "I'm afraid the two of you can't help it."

Porsche's gaze followed his hand subconsciously landed on the screen. When he saw the picture clearly, there was a thunderbolt, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen. He opened his lips had lost all color in an instant, shouted violently, rushed over, and swept out the jackknife in his hand!

"You are courting death!"

“Porsche！”

Kinn shot to block his arm almost at the same time, the sharp point of the knife slashed in the air, hooked the strong man's receding jaw, and sprinkled a string of dripping blood.

"Hiss, it hurts." The strong man raised his hand to wipe away the thin red blood stains on his chin without paying much attention. the taste of.

Seeing that Porsche was the first to attack, the four people in the back couldn't help but feel a little restless. The strong man stopped them with one hand, and the mobile phone held in the other hand was raised in front of Porsche, which was firmly locked by Kinn, and his long nails touched the screen. In the middle, Thomas's pale cheeks which had not yet regained consciousness after being inserted into an artificial airway made Porsche's eyes redden. Using his hands and feet together, a desperate roar erupted from the depths of his throat, "Bastards! I'll kill you!"