"Dear bosses, why are we arrested here?" The braid asked respectfully to the bearded white man behind him.

"Did you speak? Did you speak? Are you seeking death?" The bearded white man suddenly smashed the braid's face, causing the braid's mouth to scream in pain.

As a result, he was beaten and kicked again, and the braided man was beaten to his knees.

When others saw this scene, they couldn't help but frown. It seemed that these people were not from the same group as the braided man? All this was not designed by the braided man?

Is it a bitter plan?

If it's a bitter trick, don't you have to be so ruthless, right?

But if it weren't for the braided man's design, why would these white and black people come to catch them for no reason?

And I just happened to know that they were all there.

If the braided man hadn't called them all there, how could they have fallen into their current situation?

"Do you know what you've made a mistake?" A white man who looked like a leader asked everyone.

"It was him who was rude to the guests and scared the old man to sit on the ground." The flat-headed man pointed at the cowboy man.

"He is a scumbag." The handsome and cool man also added.

"It seems that you know right or wrong! We sent an old man to invite you to the party. Not only did you refuse, you also pointed a gun at the old man, scaring him! What kind of bad people are you!" The leader-like man looked indignant.

"It's all his fault, we are not with him." Others have separated from the cowboy guys.

"You mean he has nothing to do with you? Then, no one will have any objections if I kill him, right?" the leader loaded the shotgun and asked the others.

"Yes."

"Kill him!"

"Kill whatever you want!"

"It's best to abuse and kill him! I don't like this kind of person the most!"

Others spoke to express their attitude.

"Why are you like this? We are obviously companions who come in together. Do you not care about your companions' life or death in order to be able to live?" the cowboy screamed.

"Who is your companion?"

"With your companion? That's a shame!"

"You should die quickly!"

"Kill him soon! You don't want him, we still want to kill him!"

Everyone fell to the ground and hoped that the cowboy would die quickly.

"Okay, I'll satisfy your wish." After the leader said that, he picked up the stock of the shotgun and slammed it on the cowboy man. Everyone seemed to hear the sound of broken bones.

The cowboy screamed and tried to stand up and run away. Unexpectedly, another white man holding a baseball bat had been guarding behind him, facing his knees, and the cowboy had to kneel down on the spot.

A black man holding a shotgun next to him came over and shot the cowboy man. The cowboy man's entire body was hit and flew back half a meter. However, the leader fired another shot behind the cowboy man, and shot the cowboy man's body forward.

The cowboy fell to the ground with blood all over her body. After a few twitches, she stopped moving.

Others remained silent when they saw this scene.

Although they were indignantly asking the other party to kill the cowboy man, when they saw that the cowboy man was killed in this way, they felt inexplicably frightened.

What exactly do these people do? So cruel?

"Your companion was killed. Do you want to say a few words?" The leader walked back with a gun and asked everyone.

"He deserves his sins, and he kills them well."

"Well, we support your approach."

"We and him are really not companions."

The bean sprout man, the flat-headed man and others said to the leader in a flat manner.

"I really look down on people like you! I'm so at ease to betray my companions! How can you have the face to live in the world?" The leader suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Douya Man's head.

"No! He is really not our companion! If you don't believe me, ask them!" Douya Man was scared on the spot.

"And you!" The leader pointed his gun at the flat-headed man's head again.

"We didn't lie! He is really not our companion!" The flat-headed man hurriedly left behind.

"What is this?" The leader took a photo in front of the two of them.

The two looked pale after seeing this, but they kept arguing that the cowboy was not their companion.

The photo shows the scene of five people in Hong's house having dinner together in a nearby restaurant during the day. The five people were drinking and looking very intimate.

"You dare to lie in front of me. People like you deserve to die!" The leader filled the shotgun with two bullets.

"No! Let's do anything, don't kill us!" Douya and the flat-headed man repeatedly told Rao.

I really didn't expect that in the scene of the Horror City, they were not killed by terrifying elements such as ghosts, but actually died at the hands of local natives!

"Don't want to die? It's okay. Show us a show and we'll spare your life." The leader pointed his gun at Douya Man's head and intimidated.

"What kind of program is performed?" Douya Nan really didn't expect the style to change suddenly.

"Can you learn to bark?" the leader asked Douya Man.

"Yes! Yes!" Dousai Man quickly agreed.

"Okay, let's play a song, you listen to it, and then repeat it with the sound of a dog barking." The leader raised it to Douyaman.

"Okay! OK!" Douya Man agreed in panic.

The leader immediately asked the people around him to take out their mobile phones and play a local song. The song was very short and the tone was very simple, and it was finished in a short time.

"Wool! Wool! Wool! Wool! Wool!..."

The bean sprout man quickly sang the song with the barking of the dog.

"The tune is wrong! Do you want to die?" The leader was very dissatisfied after singing.

"I'm not familiar with the song, can I give you an accompaniment?" Douya Man asked the leader.

"Play accompaniment for him! If you can't sing well, then go to hell to meet with your companions!" The leader gestured to the people around him.

The person around the leader adjusted the tune on his mobile phone and called out the accompaniment music for the song. The Douya Man carefully cooperated with the accompaniment music and sang again... and called it again.

"Okay, you barely pass. It's your turn!" The leader turned to the flat-headed man again.

"I can perform martial arts, let me perform a part for you!" The flat-headed man hurriedly asked the leader.

"Can you decide this kind of thing? Do you want to die?" The leader looked unhappy.

"Everything is yours." The flat-headed man quickly silenced.

"Take a pig here." The leader gestured to the people around him.

The person around me really brought a pig over.

"Your performance is about learning how this pig buzzes everywhere on the ground. We provide ten judges, and you must get at least six of them to be considered as passing the test." The leader assigned a performance program for the flat-headed man.
Chapter completed!