Whether this Zhao Ling’s son Dave is a hormone, we need to carefully examine whether he or she is a hormonal person. W√wくW★.

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√CoM So, that night, the three of us were squatting around a hotel near a small nightclub of the strong club and staring at this dave.

I kept watching until the evening, and he called six or seven street ladies to his room. We thought this guy had such a wide range of interests, or he was just a pimp leader, which I didn't find it strange.

However, after that sound came out inside, the three of us knew what this guy named Dave was doing this time.

Originally, I planned to rush in after he was over, but Leng Yi gave me advice that if he was really a hormonal person, rushing in at this time would be the most effective and fastest time to subdue him. He also said that your injury is still in the recovery period. For such a small person, you should learn from the first and third generations of the third generation, and use the simplest and most effective means to subdue him.

I instantly understood what he meant. My body was indeed the case. So far, it has only recovered by about 70%. Once he encounters Master Tuo again, he can easily kill me without activate the hormonal violent attributes.

After making a decision, Leng Yan took the lead, knocked out the two guards and rushed in. I followed closely behind. Haozi was still the same and was out there. Once Zhao Ling or other big figures in this club came, he would immediately notify us, or lead them away and pave a way out for us.

After breaking in, we arrived at the third floor, we quickly approached the door of this guy's room. The sound inside was unpleasant. Anyway, it was very disgusting. How could we say that the most disgusting thing in the world is the art of the Japanese, and then the art of black and white in Europe and the United States. We Chinese and even Asian yellow people cannot do those extremely extraordinary things, such as this dave, six or seven girls, who are really a top character.

Lengmo kicked open the door, holding a pistol in his hand and pointing at everyone inside. I was stunned when I entered. Fortunately, Lengmo is a person who is used to storms, and he is not very interested in female sex, so he ignores everything, but for me, it is a bit indescribable.

Three or four of them were entangled with Dave, and the others were hanging in the air, ready to have an air action with Dave at any time. They were really speechless. Such a difficult action was only these Europeans and Americans who could play, especially the number one thug in the strong club Dave.

Even Lengmo and I had not tried much to subdue all of them. We just put on our clothes in the middle immediately. We shouted in English in a very angry way, "Come on!"

Unfortunately, no one birded him.

And he was staring at me and Lengmo, two Eastern Chinese, and asked us coldly.

"Who are you? Is there anything you want to ask me?"

It seems that this guy has experienced a lot of storms in the underground clubs of this city. How to say, in M ​​Country, or in Europe and the United States, the ban on guns is not as strict as in China. In other words, they are originally a major gun manufacturer, and there are countless manufacturers of underground forces. Therefore, any small club in a city can have guns and ammunition. So, he doesn't think it is strange at all.

I nodded and immediately let the women get into the quilt and force them to get out. Then I said coldly to this dave, "Let's go with us."

"What's up?"

He asked, and at the same time, he put on a top and pants, and coldly ordered him not to move anymore, but he seemed to have calculated that we would not shoot, and calmly put on his clothes and shoes. He became angry and shot him directly on the wall next to him. The lime and soil on the wall fell down, but the guy said coldly without blinking his eyelids,

"You want to kill me, you have already started to do it. Don't scare me. Tell me, what's wrong with me? If you don't say it, I won't follow you even if I die!"

His words are good. This guy doesn't look like a person who is afraid of death. He can become the number one thug in a club and the most powerful person who charges, so of course he won't be afraid of death.

I didn't hide it, and I just said two words.

"Zhao Ling!"

I guess he could guess, after all, Zhao Ling is a Chinese, and his son must know that Zhao Ling's identity is extraordinary and his strength is extraordinary. And we are both Chinese dressed up with black eyes, so it is not difficult to guess.

After hearing this name, I saw Dave's face suddenly changed, and then, with contempt and disdain on his face, he snorted coldly, "If you want to find him, go find him, don't involve me and him!"

He was very angry, as if he felt it was an insult, and he was cold, and went up and pressed his gun against his head, saying, "You can't help it."

But Dave cursed angrily, "I said it, I have nothing to do with him, you can let me go!!"

But I walked up to him, lowered my voice and said to him,

"I know you have nothing to do with him, but we are looking for you, not looking for him. Let's go with us, you can't help it."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a gunshot. It was cold and indifferent. Obviously he was not trying to kill Dave, but this guy jumped away. Cold and indifferent did not control him, but instead made him jump from the window. This was the third floor, not high. As soon as my face changed, I immediately jumped down, and shouted, "Indifference, you follow, or cut off, be careful."

He said, "Okay", and he followed.

My degree has been opened to the extreme at once. I basically treat him like a hormone. I must not let him run away. We have to use him to attract Zhao Ling to appear.

However, I didn't expect that he had only that skill. He didn't seem to be a hormonal person. After falling from the third floor, he almost broke his leg. However, his treatment method was quite good. He rolled on the spot and used this buffer to prevent himself from being injured.

But just this revealed his strength. He was definitely not a hormonal person. It seems that this guy doesn't admit that Zhao Ling is his father, and Zhao Ling doesn't want to harm him, it's different from Meng Xing and Meng Hun.

I caught him immediately, and he looked at me as if shocked, jumping down from the third floor. It was so fast that it was not enough to be damaged. He widened his eyes and punched me, but unfortunately, his punch was directly caught by my palm. I twisted it slightly, and at the same time, his body swung, which also drove his body, causing him to fall to the ground.

It's certain that he is not a hormonal person, and he is just a M-Chinese man with relatively strong physical strength.

The cold indifference that caught up with him was also funny because this guy was so weak. However, we could not neglect it, because at this moment, we were exposed to the air. Several people from the strong club rushed towards us at this time, shouting ** in their mouths, standing and waiting for English words, ordering us not to move, and one or two even took out their guns.

But we would not wait for them. The people have already been caught, so what are we waiting for if we don’t leave?

Dave was still thinking about Moji, but I punched him directly on the back of his head, making him dizzy. At the same time, he hugged his body and ran towards Haozi.

The three of us kidnapped this dave. After we arrived at our hiding place, Haozi poured him awake with a bucket of water. The guy looked around blankly and recalled it. Then he glared at me and coldly and said, "Let me go, I have nothing to do with that bastard Zhao Ling, I have nothing to do with him, **Your mother, let me go!"

He said a lot of unpleasant words, and he was so cold that he was unhappy with his ears. He went up and slapped him in the face. His indifference was not very heavy, but this guy also lost a few teeth in pain and immediately stared at us with wide eyes.

I stepped forward, pinched his chin, stared at him coldly,

"If you know the truth, just contact Zhao Ling. If we have something to do with him, you should have his personal contact information as his son, right?"

But this dave gritted his teeth and said, Who knows him, who is his son, you cowardly Chinese, I am your son, I bah! Just your low bloodline and low race...
Chapter completed!