New York, located no more than ten blocks of Brooklyn, has a neighborhood with many criminals. It is a breeding ground for sin. It is a place that more than 90% of Americans are unwilling to mention. It is called Hell Kitchen!

At the beginning, Hell's Kitchen was not called Hell's Kitchen. It was just a slum in New York, just like any slum in the world, poor, backward and dirty.

Everyone can’t see hope, and in order to survive, they can only choose the path of crime.

The reason why Hell Kitchen is called Hell Kitchen is because a big man in the 19th century once said:

In his hometown, you see a man, you usually think of him as a world-class gentleman, but the people here? They are not even as good as barbarians, they are despicable, and they are not even qualified to go to Hell's kitchen to apply the floor.

First of all, I need to explain that this is not referring to Hell's Kitchen. At least when the big man said that, he did not refer to this slum in New York.

But as New York develops faster and faster, a large number of talents and eyes are attracted by New York. In the end, this slum has become the hell kitchen in everyone's perception.

To be honest, the essence of Hell Kitchen is not as bad as imagined. It is just a deformed product of the times, a product that no one wants to appear, but will inevitably appear.

It’s like light creates darkness, and the brighter New York is, the darker the Hell’s Kitchen is.

Jin Bing is very strong, this is an extremely terrifying man.

A height of more than two meters and a weight of four hundred kilograms makes Jin Geng look very burly and bloated, but those who really know Jin Geng know that what flows in this guy's body is not fat, but muscles as hard as steel!

With his terrible power, Jin Bing became the only one among all the underground overlords Boss Mo knew, who could reach the third level rating without relying on the blessing of power and glory!

In addition to having terrible physical qualities, Jin Bing's mind, ambition and pattern are all top-notch in today's world.

If a city has light, there must be darkness.

Who is the owner of New York? The mayor of New York? The braised egg from S.H.I.E.L.D. or Stark, the owner of the money power?

Superheroes don't count, after all, that's a bug that tears order apart.

From the perspective of ordinary people, the bright side of New York has never welcomed a real master.

But Jin Bing, this pure human, successfully became the master of the city with a monster-like physique and a top-notch brain. At least on the dark side, no one can deny that Jin Bing is the overlord of the underground world.

An hour later, Boss Mo met Jin Bing, who was as strong, strong and cunning as he was three years ago!

I like to wear a white suit and hold a gentleman's cane in my hand. It's similar to that hypocritical old demon Mephisto, but I can't hide the banditry on the other party's body.

Seeing Boss Mo, Jin Bing stood up and gave a big hug. The feeling was as if he was hugged by a white bear. His huge palm slapped Boss Mo's shoulder. Although he didn't use any force, he could feel the amazing power of the other party's arm!

"Mo, my friend, I hope you can forgive me for not being able to pick me up at the airport."

"Belly, long time no see, you are getting shining more and more. I can't recognize you. I know that you like the most, the three-point complete charcoal bone. Trust me, the Michelin chef's craftsmanship will not disappoint you."

"Please, don't look at me with this kind of eyes. I know you understand what I said. Don't worry, Mo and I are friends, close friends!"

"Seriously, Mo, I've been keeping dogs since I met you. But unfortunately, they can never be as smart as the pets you have."

"I know you don't like the taste of red wine and whiskey, but Princess Diana of 61 will never disappoint you!"

"What is this? Are you a new pet? This big cat looks awesome!"

This was an extremely sumptuous dinner. The two-star Michelin chef in Manhattan tried his best to leave Hell's Kitchen intact.

Cooked beef may not be the top beef, but it is what this chef is best at.

The taste of 700-quarter cooked beef is the favorite of Boss Mo and the favorite of most Eastern people. It is simply paired with some appetizing vegetables and a bite of champagne. While relieving the greasiness, it can also add a layer of compound fruity aroma to the beef in the mouth.

Big Dog Bailey was also very happy, as Kim Ki said, the chef would not disappoint him.

The three mature beef legs, while ensuring the beef is tender and juicy, give the beef bone the bloodiness of the beast to the maximum extent. While biting with a large mouthful of mouth, Bailey bites off the big stick bone with a strong but not fishy smell.

To be honest, this Michelin chef only believes that seven-year-old steaks are soulless, and except for three-year-old steaks, everything else is blasphemy.

But Kim said that if he could not satisfy the guest from the East, he would not be able to guarantee whether he could leave Hell's Kitchen intact.

Finally, in front of life, the chef chose to compromise and cut a fat tuna belly for the old raccoon.

At the end of the dinner, a caramel pudding was a very special taste and was evocative.

At Jin Bing's warning, the chef left Hell's Kitchen intact, but I don't know if he would consider leaving Manhattan? After all, what happened today has had a great impact on him.

Jin Bing looked at Boss Mo and waited for Boss Mo to eat the last bite of pudding. He took out a card from his white suit pocket. This is a card unique to the pet store. It is magical. Once bound, it will never be lost.

Staring at Boss Mo, the card was flying on Jinbian's thick fingers: "Mo, ten third-level currencies, how about let's go back to the past?"

Boss Mo ignored Jin Bing. He shook the sparkling wine and looked at the group of innocent bubbles in the wine glass, under the terrible external force, drove out of the liquid, and finally went to death step by step.

Boss Mo shook his head and looked at the other party calmly: "Twenty pieces."

A frown frowned, and a hint of anger flashed across Jin's eyes. From his sturdy figure like a giant, the breath of the beast continued to rise.

Feeling the change of Jin Bing's aura, the big dog Bailey came to Boss Mo. The dark beast's eyes were no longer as honest as before, and replaced by cold and violent murderous intent!

The big raccoon looked a little hesitant. He looked at the belly of the tuna that had not been eaten yet, and Jin Geng, which was terrifyingly exuding a terrible aura on the side. Finally, with Bailey's "encouragement" expression, he came to Boss Mo tremblingly.

Bailey is the big brother of all pets. He can allow his younger brothers and sisters to make mistakes, and even don’t care whether they are waste. He only asks for one thing, that is, his absolute loyalty to Boss Mo.

Lao Lizi didn't know that he had just walked around the gate of hell. Now he only knew that he was feeling uncomfortable. The power from the third-level living body made Lao Lizi feel like he was chaotic.

Fortunately, Jin Bing's brow finally relaxed, and his pupils contracted, like a black hole that swallowed everything: "Yes, but I want you to leave New York."

Boss Mo shook his head and sneered disdainfully: "Stop making trouble, this is impossible. You know what it means to leave New York now. Twenty third-level currencies are not enough to make me fail again."

Once again, Jin Bing's expression became colder: "That's nothing to talk about?"

Boss Mo shrugged: "Maybe you can change the conditions."

Jin Bing was stunned and looked at Boss Mo in confusion: "What are the conditions?"

Taking a deep breath, Boss Mo looked playful: "You asked me to leave, but you don't want to be affected. But what if I can keep you neutral?"

His pupils shrank, and a gleam flashed through Jin's eyes. He looked at Boss Mo in shock, and finally shook his head: "Can you tell Mephisto?"

Boss Mo shook his head: "No, but I can guarantee that as long as you don't lean towards that old devil, I will never take the initiative to look for you until the war is over."

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

Jin Ge rubbed his eyebrows and tapped his cane one after another. He was pondering the pros and cons of it.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Boss Mo was very patient.

After three minutes of long wait, a smile gradually appeared on Jin Bing's face, and his thick palm raised his wine glass: "Maybe we can have another drink? For our friendship."

Boss Mo chuckled and raised his glass: "For our friendship."
Chapter completed!