There are many places where men radiate their energy, but there are two places that are undoubtedly the most classic, that is, taverns and hotels.

Of course, the pub is drinking, and the hotel is looking for a woman, er, of course, there is no denying that there are people looking for a man. The former replenishes the liquid, while the latter discharges the liquid. Tut-tut, this is a loving activity!

In a slightly higher-end hotel room in Nangang, under the fuchsia ambiguous light, a man and a woman are struggling to discharge the liquid.

The man's strong physique is crisscrossed with a lot of scars, and he knows at a glance that he is not a good man. At this time, he was pounding violently against the white body below with the classic missionary position.

A crash, a gasp, a high moan. In a small space constantly reverberate, intertwined into a piece.

"Baby, whoo-hoo, let's change positions."

"well, well, oh."

The woman was picked up directly, her legs naturally locked around the man's waist, and her hands wrapped around the man's neck.

"Ah!" A scream

"well, baby, I haven't started yet."

"some people, some people!"

The man was shocked when he heard the speech. He turned his head and immediately softened below.

I didn't know when there was an extra chair in the open space in front of the bed, on which sat a middle-aged man who was interested to watch.

"Oh, is it over?" The middle-aged man seemed to spread out his hand regretfully, "you only used one posture.". "

"Damn it! Who are you? " The scar man quickly took out a machete from the edge of the bed and roared angrily.

"Ha ha." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. "stop shouting, your eight little brothers outside are already lying down. Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you. My name is Arthur." Are you Holson, the deputy head of the Golden Lions? It's really not easy to find you. "

There is no doubt that this middle-aged man is Dawn. The jackal is still too low-level to get in touch with much. So Dawn had to look for it one by one. Fortunately, Alan is really familiar with Laiyan City, as long as he can name the place name, he can find it. So after five or six trips to and fro, the carriage finally touched the leader of the operation, Holson, the deputy head of the Golden Lion Gang.

Knowing that he could not count on the younger brother outside, Holson did not answer Dawn's question and exhaled: "death!"

Red fighting spirit covered the body of the knife, spicy straight to the top of Dawn's head.

Junior samurai? Tut-tut. Dawn was greeted with a twinkle in his figure.

Ding, Ding!

The dagger pinned it on the back of the powerful knife, swung it away, and then rubbed it on Holson's wrist.

Holson shook his palm and hurried back, dragging the blade to defend himself.

"Ha!" Tang Eng gave a long laugh, his figure burst into a sudden advance, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling. The short red line keeps drifting all over the other's body.

Ding, Ding, poof!

The strength of Dawn is no longer comparable to that of these junior warriors. Although Holson blocked the right frame on the left, his left shoulder was still dagged through.

Holson snorted, and the long knife was still steadily chopped across Dawn's abdomen, apparently intending to lose both sides.

It's kind of interesting, gangsters can't underestimate it. Dawn sighed and flashed behind Holson like a ghost, the palm of his left hand clasping the latter's whole face, and then flashing, boom! Holson was printed on the wall. Slowly slipping down, groaning in pain.

Clapping his hands and kicking off the machete, Dawn condescended and said, "you know what I'm looking for you for? can you tell me about it?"

"what's the matter. Ah! " Holson let out a scream.

Click to rub.

Dawn moved his foot away from each other's calves with an expressionless face: "it's a pity that we didn't get off to a good start." May I remind you that tonight you bring someone. Huh? "

Dawn's body flashed in an instant, the dagger was raised, and hissed.

The naked woman stood there holding a vase behind her, suddenly a red thread spread from her neck.

Bang, bang, bang. The vase broke and the woman fell on her back.

"boring!" Dawn withdrew his eyes and continued to say to Holson, "do you remember anything now?"

"ahem, , yes, I beat a group of untouchables tonight. But you can't learn anything from me. " Holson is not a low-level gangster, he knows the criminal law in the gang is strong, naturally will not easily say anything.

Click! Holson snorted again, and beans of sweat sprang out of his forehead.

"pay attention to the tone of your voice. Well, that's what everyone said at first. " Don leaned over and said, "actually, I can guess some. You are a member of the Golden Lions, and it is the Robert family that can make you do these things." Well, help me identify the specific person. "

"." Holson didn't say a word.

"well, it's a long night. Let's enjoy it together." First of all, let's play a game. Come on, put your hand on the ground. My suggestion is that you should separate your fingers as far as possible. After all, my dagger can not be inserted accurately between my fingers every time. "

Dole, dole, dole.

"Ah!"

"well, I'm sorry, I missed, but it's a pity to miss this finger. Well, in fact, you should look at this problem positively, at least you should rest assured now. Without one, the gap between your fingers will be even bigger. "

"."

"Tut-tut, the craftsmanship is rusty. What if there's only one left? Change your hand. come on, now hold out your left hand. Well, it's no use keeping this one. Let me cut it for you. Don't thank me! "

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Alan stood under the hotel, listening to the screams, cries and groans coming from time to time. Trembling slightly, who is Mr. Arthur?

For a long time, the strange-looking Dawn walked out of the hotel door, took a long breath and murmured, "Evil, Beth, Becky, Bevan." This is the rhythm of the door. What the fuck! "

"Mr. Arthur, do you know who did it?" Alan leaned forward and asked.

"well, I see." Dawn came to his senses and said, "Alan, you'll go to the clinic later. I'm going home."

"Uh, oh."

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Not long after, Dawn returned to the attic alone in his carriage. By this time, it was two or three o'clock in the morning.

Push open the door, the first thing you can see is a woman in a red dress lying on the table in the hall.

Dawn ignored it, took out a basin, plaster and other objects, then went into some water and stirred it slowly.

About ten minutes or so, he stopped his work.

Take out a long rope, pick up Becky and lie flat on the rectangular table.

Then Dawn divided the rope into four pieces and fixed Becky into a large font on the four legs of the table.

"well." Perhaps these actions alarmed Becky, she slowly opened her eyes, confused way, "Hey, where is this?"