White of Brick Street!

This name is like a bomb that explodes suddenly, exploding in the hearts of several people at once, causing the fear in the blood vessels to fly everywhere, making people unable to control themselves.

Instead of meeting this guy, it would be better to meet the resurrected monster.

White is more frightening and unsettling than urban fantasy.

The legend that he once single-handedly fought back and forth in a hostile gang's base camp and retreated with injuries all over his body is quite telling.

A guy who doesn’t care about his own life, what else is there to be afraid of?

In the underground world, White's legends are even more diverse and countless.

Fighting with others on the street, one horse leading the way, one against ten, is not news.

What is frightening is the way he deals with his enemies.

As gangsters, it is very common for everyone not to accept each other's opinions.

When White became famous, many people were not convinced.

In the final analysis, everyone feels that his glorious achievements, in addition to his ability to play, mostly come from luck.

If I were so lucky, I could become as famous as him.

That's what the viper thinks.

Whenever his younger brother talks about doubts and has an admiring look on his face, it makes him very unhappy.

"White looked extremely handsome at that time. He fired three shots at his opponent with a gun. The shot was not fatal, and each shot hit the vital point. I think old Andy must be disabled."

"Especially when he said 'I am White', more than a dozen people in the whole place were so frightened that they did not dare to move. Even though there were more than a dozen guns, they still let him leave in a big way!" The younger brother boasted about White's record with great joy.

Viper carefully wiped the snake tattoo on half of his arm and sneered, "What's there to brag about? I can do it too."

I can do it too!

These words are not just words.

The venomous snake has only half a tattoo on his arm.

To be precise, it is in the shape of a snake. Every time he defeats an opponent, he will have someone add a scale to it.

The poisonous snake is his symbol and his record.

Now the scales of his snake have reached the center of his body.

But in recent years, there have been fewer and fewer suitable opponents. Although he still defeated many people, many people were not worthy of being the scales on his arms.

Only guys like White are worthy of being his opponents.

Although he is over thirty-five years old, his physical strength and reflexes are not at their peak when he was killing everyone, but the poisonous snake on his arm must be completed.

Is it right for anyone to quit the world with a half-snake tattoo?

And White, who has become famous and has a brilliant record, is the best candidate.

This guy deserves at least three tattoos, no! At least five...

There are not many guys with such arrogant records in recent years.

That night, Viper went to find White with one knife and one shot.

Early the next morning, the venomous snake's body was dumped in a rubbish dump on Brick Street.

There were multiple stab wounds all over his body, and he was also shot in the forehead.

There was no blood at all on his knife.

The gun didn't fire a single shot, and there wasn't even a chance to pull it out.

His right arm was cut off and thrown aside, and the unfinished shadow of a poisonous snake on it exuded a sense of sadness as if it were the end of life.

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Some people say that when Vipers enter Brick Street, they demand a one-on-one fight with White.

In full public view, White stabbed a poisonous snake fifteen times, but the blows were not fatal.

When Viper wanted to draw his gun for final resistance, White had already shot him in the head.

The half-venomous snake has finally become a legend.

It's just someone else's legend, it's him who made it happen.

This was the first time White truly became a legend.

After that, he and Alvin from 18th Street chased each other on a rainy night.

The gunfight lasted until midnight.

After both sides fired bullets, a thrilling knife fight ensued.

In the end, White returned to Brick Street with more than a dozen wounds and lay there for more than a month.

But Alvin died in the heavy rain.

Apart from one scratch all over his body caused by the high temperature of the bullet, there was only a fatal wound on his neck.

After that, White's name began to become bigger and bigger.

Half of the underground world has heard of his name.

And his methods of dealing with enemies are becoming more and more brutal.

The gangster who wanted to attack him from behind was beaten to death on the spot, and his body was left in the garbage dump for wild dogs to eat.

The younger brother who offended him had his hands and feet cut off and was left to fend for himself.

As for people from rival gangs, no one who encounters him will end well.

The better part is that I died miserably, the better part is that the whole family died and disappeared from this world.

A few years later, White became a legend, and no one dared to challenge him.

White and the Garner brothers suppressed the entire Brick Street.

For the first time, Brick Street became uniform.

When encountering such a guy, Jin Yuanlin would rather encounter those weird puppets and urban ghost stories, at least there would still be a chance to escape.

Now surrounded by seven big men, the chance of escape is zero.

What's more, the cold and whizzing muzzle of the gun makes it impossible to think of any resistance.

"Mr. White, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us!" Jin Yuanlin doesn't think these guys can make any movies.

Judging from the way they hide their heads and tails, I'm afraid they have the same purpose, otherwise they wouldn't hide themselves under the cloth and scare people.

It doesn’t make sense no matter what.

"If you, Mr. White, are interested in this batch of goods, how about we stop and leave this place to you?" Jin Yuanlin showed the demeanor that a thief should have. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately took advantage of the situation.

Compared with the brain, there is no need to think when the task is successful.

"Misunderstanding?" White rewarded him with a rifle butt.

The merciless blow from the metal gun handle caused blood to spurt out from Jin Yuanlin's forehead.

As expected, he is worthy of being a gold-medal thug from Brick Street, with top-notch strength in his hands.

"Mr. White..."

"Idiot, don't think of us as unworthy little thieves!" White pressed the black muzzle of his gun against Jin Yuanlin's chin.

The strong smell of gunpowder smoke let Jin Yuanlin know that the other party was not trying to scare anyone, but was really going to kill him at any time.

"Mr. White, what can you say? We are just here to make a small fortune. No matter what, there will be no conflict between us. If you like, you can leave this place to you. We choose to withdraw."

Jin Yuanlin worked hard to show the grandeur that we are not just petty thieves, but terrible thieves who can rival Destiny in the future, thieves who are destined to leave a mark in the history of darkness.

"Leave it to me?" White said with a smile on his face, and gently pulled the safety button with his thumb, "Do you think you did it very grandly? You did it very gracefully? I don't know if my bullet will forgive you!"
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Although his legs had begun to tremble involuntarily, Jin Yuanlin's face remained calm and he suppressed the fear in his heart.

"Mr. White..."
Chapter completed!