"Do you feel good? If you have enough fun, just stop." Jiang Xiao turned his right foot left and right, smiled at the strong black man on the ground, without looking up at the four people around him. He knew that with Zhao Tianyu there, he would never be in any danger.

"No...don't...please...stop!"

George finally burst into pleading from the depths of his throat, but his face was already full of twists and tears in pain and fear.

"Okay. So now... can you tell me how to go to the Wilmington neighborhood?" Jiang Xiao withdrew his feet, squatted down, reached out and pressed his hand on George's head, and gently stroked it, as if he was stroking a child.

His smile and tone were still so gentle, but in George's eyes, it was so terrifying, like a demon climbing up from the deepest part of hell.

He couldn't understand why the Asian chick in front of him... No, the Asian man obviously looks far less powerful than himself, but why can he have such terrible strength and speed, and... cruel!

It was not until this time that George noticed that the four companions beside him were already rolling on the ground with their right hand in their arms. And beside them, there were four broken hands, and their index fingers were still firmly slamming the trigger.

"Hurry up. If you don't give me a clear answer within three seconds, I think I can only ask your friends. Maybe they will be more willing to help us lead the way." Jiang Xiao's hand gently rubbed George's shiny bald head. Although his tone was gentle, the meaning of the words was so terrible.

"I...I will lead the way!" George nodded quickly like crazy, trying to stand up, but his trembling legs worked hard several times, but he could not stand up straight.

His fat crotch was stained with blood, and almost half of his pants were blood flowing out of the wounds under his crotch.

"What a pity. It seems... you can't walk very well." Jiang Xiao shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand and pinched one of George's knees, turned his head to look at Zhao Tianyu: "Do you think that for such a person, which one is better, killing or sabotaging?"

His words were said in Chinese. George couldn't understand what Jiang Xiao was saying, so he could only look at the terrifying Asian man in front of him in horror.

"Is that going to be said? Let him be able to lie in bed for the rest of his life. But... after he becomes like this, I'm afraid his life will not be long." Zhao Tianyu lightly sentenced George's fate.

She had suffered from Li Qin twice, so she naturally knew that George and Li Qin in front of her were the same. The only difference between them was that Li Qin had more power.

If she hadn't been rescued by Jiang Xiao that day, the final result would have been so miserable that she could not imagine.

And such things have happened to George more than once.

"Okay!" Jiang Xiao smiled, and his right hand suddenly squeezed, crushing one of George's knees.

A long scream echoed throughout the night sky, and George burst out from somewhere, and actually broke free from Jiang Xiao's clamp and rolled on the ground.

His rolling movements were like maggots in a cesspool.

Jiang Xiao frowned slightly disgustedly, stood up, and kicked George hard. He did not deliberately choose the part, and kicked him on the hip. With the crisp sound of clicking, George's pelvis was shattered.

"Only one leg is useless... No, two are still not enough." Jiang Xiao smiled, reached out and grabbed George's back neck, lifted him up, raised his right foot high, and stepped on it heavily.

Three times in a row, George had already fallen into a coma. His arms and legs were broken so hard that he was pressed by a heavy roller.

If he was a billionaire, then maybe there was a glimmer of opportunity to stagger on prosthetics and crutches after several years of treatment.

But how can such a street gang gang gang gang afford such a terrifying sky-high medical expenses?

His life is about a few months left. And it is the most miserable and painful months.

But even so, I am afraid that he may not be able to redeem his sins.

After throwing away George, who had been broken limbs and joints like a dead dog, Jiang Xiao turned around and looked at the four remaining black men on the ground.

Their dresses are the same as George, sloppy and hip-hop, but now everyone's eyes have long disappeared, and they have changed to fear and unknown.

This kind of scum in the world has always been bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. When they see people stronger than them, or even terrible powers that they have never thought of, they will act more cowardly than ordinary people.

A small man suddenly got up from the ground and screamed and ran, but when he had just taken the third step, he suddenly stepped on the air and fell heavily to the ground, hitting the ground in a graceful dog-eating posture.

Because just as his right foot strides out, his left leg, which was supporting his weight, suddenly broke from his calf, leaving a wound that was as smooth as his wrist.

He originally instinctively stretched out his hands to support the ground, but forgot that his right hand had been cut off. The fresh broken mouth on his wrist rubbed heavily on the ground, and intimately contacted the rough ground.

The pain caused by such friction is far greater than the wound cut by Gao Zhoubo. The little man screamed shrillly, and he twitched on the ground as if he was crazy.

"Who else wants to run away? Look at him."

Zhao Tianyu walked back slowly and looked down at the remaining three people on the ground.

The three of them immediately wandered away and did not dare to look at Zhao Tianyu. But Zhao Tianyu had no intention of letting them go. He reached out and grabbed a black man's dreadlocks, pulled it hard, and turned his head to the direction of the little man: "Look clearly, be careful, be serious."

"Give me aside..."

The teeth of the dreaded braids were bumping and they could no longer say a complete sentence.

"Are you acquainted... Wilmington Street?" Zhao Tianyu nodded with satisfaction and twisted his head to his face: "You will take us there, right?"

“Yes…yes…”

The black man with a dreadlocked trembled and wanted to nod, but his hair was still grabbed by Zhao Tianyu and he could not nod a lot, making this action look a bit funny.

"Very good. You're lucky." Zhao Tianyu smiled, turned her head to look at the remaining two people, and shrugged: "And you... it's a pity that your luck is not very good."

The right hand gently stroked, and before the two men could scream, their limbs had been cut off quickly, leaving only a bare torso twisting on the ground.

It was not until this time that they burst into earth-shaking screams.

"I've called it like this, and no other figure appears? Compton's security is indeed..." Jiang Xiao sneered and looked at both ends of the street. Under the dim street lights, he could not find half of the figure: "So, this kind of scene has long been used to here."

"Isn't this good, it's easy to get things done. At least you don't have to worry about the police coming to get in the way." Zhao Tianyu stood up with the dreadlocks and turned his head towards him: "Take us to Wilmington and find a man named Paul. I think you should know him."

"Paul?" The black man with a dreadlock seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and his whole body suddenly contracted: "Are you going to find Paul? That... chain saw Paul?"

"You are trying to say, you don't plan to lead the way, right?" Zhao Tianyu lowered her head with interest, and her eyes wandered around the dreadlocks, as if she was looking for the part to cut the knife.

"No, no, no...no...no...that means..." Dicky braids quickly shook his head like a rattle: "But...I don't know him either...I just know. Chain saw Paul... is very famous, but he almost never shows up in public. He is his subordinates who do his job on his behalf. It is impossible for us to know him!"

"You don't need to know him. Just take us to find him. I think... you won't tell me that you don't even know where he usually appears?" Zhao Tianyu smiled faintly: "Although it's a little troublesome, I don't mind finding a new guide."

"No...no...I know..." The dreadlocks twitched suddenly, realizing which of the chainsaw Paul and the two Asians in front of him was even more terrifying: "Come with me...no, please come with me..."

Zhao Tianyu and Jiang Xiao looked at each other and followed behind the dreadlocks.

The mobile phone map is indeed not as reliable as the locals. After bypassing a few blocks, the dreadlocks stopped and turned around: "Here, this is Wilmington Street."

After walking a few blocks, the fear of Grimmings had calmed down a little. Although she was still afraid of the two people behind her, her walking was no longer as trembling as she was at the beginning, and her voice was much more stable.

Jiang Xiao nodded: "So, where is that chain saw Paul?"

"I...I just know that he has a bar called Naked Angel, but... but that's just heard that I haven't been there before, and I don't know what he looks like..." Dickled braided lips stuttered: "Chandsaw Paul is a big crocodile, the real type... Big crocodile. He has the final say in the nights in Compton... We just picked up some leftovers of fish on the periphery... we rarely come here."

"So, thank me. You have the opportunity to enter the naked angel today." Zhao Tianyu smiled: "He must be there today. Lead the way."

"yes……"

The dreadlocks dared not refuse, so they could only keep going in with their teeth.

Wilmington looked much more lively than in the previous blocks. You could see crowds of people on the streets, but none of them looked like normal people. The arms exposed outside the clothes were covered with tattoos and various metal rings were worn. Looking at the dreadlocks leading Jiang Xiao and Zhao Tianyu forward, they all cast hostile gazes.

But no one came to them, just looking from afar.

This is not because Jiang Xiao and Zhao Tianyu showed some strength, but because of the dreaded black man walking in front of them.

The right hand of the dreadlocks broke with his wrist, and it has not stopped the bleeding completely until now. It is still dripping blood slowly downwards with his staggering steps.

The front of the dreaded pants was half wet with his own blood, but he didn't dare to wipe them, or even dared to lower his head, and even glanced at him.

There was only one thought left in his mind now - after bringing these two terrifying, magical Asians to the naked angels, they... should be able to let themselves go!

Finally, the dreadlocks stopped, turned around, looked at the two people behind them with fear, and whispered: "It's here..."
Chapter completed!