At this time, the gun in Li Fei's hand did not stop, and kept firing while his body was rotating.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the air, wine bottles were constantly hit by whistling bullets, and debris splashed everywhere, and fragrant wine poured down. So far, no wine bottle had fallen to the ground without any damage.

In other words, all targets were hit. Soon, the hands of the people around him were empty and there were no bottles to throw.

Yang Qiong stopped and wiped the wine on his face: "It makes you laugh."

Chen Chen grinned silently, and under the light, his white teeth looked particularly white.

Li Fei clapped his hands: "What a mandarin duck butterfly gun, a man and a woman, so he won't be tired of shooting."

There was a burst of cheers around.

Huo Jing walked forward, held Yang Qiong's hand, and said, "In terms of fists and feet, I, Huo Jing, do not admit your excellence, but in terms of gun technique, I am convinced and admired it."

Chen Chen clasped his fists: "Brother Jing has been awarded."

Li Fei looked at Yang Qiong and Chen Chen: "From now on, you will be responsible for the shooting skills training of your brothers."

"Thank you, Brother Fei."

"I should be the one who said thank you. You two were soldiers before?"

"We are from a special forces."

Yangqiong then said, "Later, because members were not allowed to fall in love there, we were removed from the list."

"Don't worry, here we support free love."

When Chen Chen heard this, his fair face turned red.

Qinni teased: "No wonder the mandarin duck butterfly gun is so powerful. As long as two people in love meet each other, they will be able to realize their potential."

Li Fei then joked: "Do you and your elder brother practice the Mandarin duck butterfly sword, etc."

Qinni smiled pursed her lips and said, "Look at his performance."

Huo Jing asked Chen Chen curiously, Yang Qiong: "How did you meet Mr. Lai?"

Yang Qiong explained: "When we arrived in Beihai City, we were bullied by local gangsters. Fortunately, Brother Hong took action to rescue him in time."

Chen Chen nodded: "We heard that Fei Ge is an amazing person in Beihai City, but I didn't expect to be so young."

Li Fei looked at them: "I hope you can set up a home in Zhonghai City and don't have to run around."

"Thank you, Brother Fei."

Li Fei nodded gently, and then ordered: "Haonan, Huo Jing, we will start training from tomorrow."

"yes!"

In the Maple Leaf Bar, in the boss's office, Basettato was just savvy, raised high on the desk, leaning back on the boss's chair, looking leisurely and contented. He was slowly savoring half a glass of red wine in his hand, looking very enjoyable.

This place was previously where Du Yuesheng sat, but now it has changed hands, and Sicily's tentacles are finally about to expand again.

In front of Basettato, there were more than a dozen European faces, some from Europe, some from America, and some took photos in the dark and could only see the guys with white teeth, undoubtedly from Africa. They were a group of hermits sent by the headquarters of Sicily.

"Mr. Basettato, let's act. There are so many hermits who don't believe that they can't beat a Chinese boy."

The words are a guy nicknamed Shadow, with dark skin and a toothpaste spokesperson when he smiles.

If he had taken off all his clothes, from a distance he thought he was wearing black clothes.

"That's right, we want to show our strength in China. Whoever dares to refuse to accept it has only one word of the end, that is death."

The European man who was answering the conversation was named Rick, with a deep blue eyes, as if the dark fire was floating in the dark night, which made people shudder when they saw it.

"Our branch suffered a great loss in Li Fei's hands before, otherwise Mr. Alexander would not have sent you here." Basettato put his feet off the desk, and his body, which was deeply trapped in the boss's chair, sat slightly straight, with a solemn expression, "So everyone must not take it lightly."

Rick smiled: "It seems you are not at ease with our skills."

After saying that, his eyes stared at the red wine bottle on the desk, and then a magical scene emerged.

The red wine bottle slowly floated and moved, as if an invisible hand was controlling it in the air.

Basettato's eyes widened. To be honest, although he had played in Sicily for many years, fighting and killing countless days, and had seen countless people, he rarely had the opportunity to deal with the hermits. Now, when he saw the hermits showing his strength, he was shocked.

The scene in front of me was like a magical magic performance.

The red wine bottle stopped beside the goblet held in Basettato's hand, and then slowly tilted, pouring the wine into the glass.

All of this was controlled by the hermit named Rick.

Rick is a spiritual practitioner, and in terms of his mind control, it is as simple as playing house.

When the wine in the goblet just passed halfway, the red wine bottle tilted upwards again, slowly drifting back to its original place with the bottle mouth facing upwards.

"Thank you for your drink."

Basettato expressed his gratitude while shocked, and then sipped the wine. At this time, he had not decided whether to attack now. Perhaps in his heart, he really left a huge shadow on Li Fei.

Otherwise, why do you act so indecisively? You are not like the terrifying hero of the past?

"Mr. Basettato, with our ability, can take root in the small Zhonghai City." The shadow is full of confidence, "What's more, our blueprint is the entire China."

The other hermits nodded and agreed: "I don't want to waste my time here."

Some people even said boldly: "What's the point of wasting time? I'm afraid I'll hide here for a long time and become a turtle."

When Basettato heard this, his face quickly flashed with embarrassment, and then his face became gloomy. No matter what, he was at least the leader here.

Even if these group of cultivators are very skilled, they are still sent by Mr. Alexander to assist him. I should be as arrogant as a child. If I don’t give the boss face, how many good ends will there be?

"You know nothing, you know how to use fists and feet, or do you understand strategies." Basettato's eyes swept coldly across the faces of everyone, "I ask you, who has ever seen Mr. Alexander fight and kill himself?"

The hermits looked at each other and then shook their heads.

"What's this? The boss is tempted by his brain. If he is like everyone, he will be destined to be a little brother for the rest of his life."

Bassettato reached out and pointed to the shadow, "Let me see your skills."

The shadow took out a pair of silver long-handled sickles from his arms. Under the light, the crescent-shaped blades were extremely sharp and shining with a cold and cold light. In the silver light, several dark green lights flashed occasionally, as if those green lights came from hell, and the sickle was the deathly curved sickle!

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Chapter completed!