Chapter 62 (1/2)
The white brute nodded and said, ”Brat, you have guts. If you look so delicate, a few of my brothers will definitely be willing to stab your butt.”
”You …”
Before he could finish his words, a bottle of wine popped up and swept across the big man's head.
The bottle exploded and the impact caused the big man to swallow the rest of his words into his stomach.
Only the heavens knew how powerful this sweep was. The big man flew up and heavily smashed onto a table nearby, smashing the table into pieces.
”Motherf * cker, you dare to make a move?”
”Kill him!”
”Beat him to death!”
When the others saw this, they all shouted in anger.
One of the blacks wore a glove and his fist was covered with sharp willow nails.
He cursed as he punched towards Zero's face. If he was hit, Bao Ling's handsome face would be ruined.
Zero fell back and the girl rolled on the ground.
At the same time, he swung the chair towards the black man. The black man's punch did not hit him, but it was hit by the chair thrown at him by Zero.
The chair shattered into pieces. The black man screamed as he was sent flying backward, crushing his companions behind him.
”Fuck you!”
A burly man with a beard and a chest tattoo of an enchanting woman took out a dagger from his waist. He pounced forward and stabbed towards Lingcun's chest.
Zero pushed the girl away and put one hand on the ground. He bounced up and into the man's arms.
The large mustached man's blade pierced through empty air, but Zero continued to attack him from close up.
He didn't use his enhanced strength. He only used the strength of an ordinary person. His two fists were like flying as they violently clenched into fists.
There was a dull thud on the ripened cowhide, and the bearded man's body jumped. When he stopped the exercise of his fist, he was already foaming with white foam and had fallen to the ground.
Seeing this, his two companions cursed angrily as they rushed forward with their daggers and iron staffs in hand.
Zero was not going to fight them anymore, so he raised the M500 to his hand and pointed between their eyebrows.
The tavern quieted down. Even the wild beasts on the stage stopped their battle of human flesh. Only the wild sounds of heavy metal could be heard.
The white man, who had been flung away by Zero, stood up in a daze. He saw Zero had his back facing him, so he rolled his eyes and picked up the long-bearded dagger from the ground and was about to stab Zero.
”Stop!”
A loud shout came from the direction of the gate. The familiar voice made the white man stop his dagger mid-air.
A middle-aged man walked in from outside the door with a cigar in his mouth and three or four hideous scars on his face.
He walked over to the white man, gave him a slap, and swept the dagger that was still in his hand to the ground.
”Boss, what are you doing?”
cried the white man, touching his flushed face.
With one hand on his head, the middle-aged man puffed out a cloud of smoke at the Caucasian and sneered, ”Damn, I saved you and yet you still have so much nonsense to say.”
If you had dared to stab down just now, he would have instantly shot you.
Get the hell back here and take your people with you.
The white man's face went from green to red, and finally he stopped.
”Hey, outsider.”
Playing with a gun in a tavern isn't anything fun. If you don't put the gun down, I'll call you brother and cripple you. ”
Walking to Zero's side, the middle-aged man pulled the girl over and said, ”And you, Monnie.”
”Stop playing such tricks. If you want money, then come back with me. I love your little butt so much.”
The girl's face turned pale.
Zero finally put the gun down. He was a little surprised to see Monnie.
”No, that's exactly what you think.”
The middle-aged man glanced at the girl and the white man. ”Monnie and Johnson are in cahoots, and usually this is a trick that only a sympathetic person like you can hook up with.”
But then again, people who still have compassion these days are dead.
”If you want to live in the wilderness, kid, stop being so naive.”
Zero's face flushed unnaturally, and his eyes glinted with cold light.
The people he glanced at, not to mention Johnson and the young girl Monnie, even the middle-aged man felt a chill roll down his spine.
It was like being watched by a lone wolf. Although Lone Wolf didn't have any companions, they were more cruel.