Bulcasso looked at the little man in front of him, whose muscles had begun to swell.
For him, taking away a human life is a rare experience no matter what time it is.
But in his long fighting career, he had more than once experienced the feeling of human life being extinguished in the wave of demons.
In that world, human beings have always stood on the same side, and no human being would ever think of attacking his fellow humans.
Because just dealing with the tide of demons has drained the last strength from their bodies.
Fights between humans have always been rare.
The murderous intention rising in Bulcaisuo's body brought not the cold and biting hallucination, but the crisis of death and scorching fire, like being in the crater of a volcano about to erupt.
"Old sir, please calm down!"
The big man named Luke said to Bulkesso.
"Although I also want to kill this guy, if you do this, you will attract endless revenge from the gang!"
Luke keenly felt the fiery killing intent that made it difficult for him to breathe. He had no doubt that the strong old man with white hair in front of him could crush the gangster like an ant.
Even if this happened, he would not be in danger.
But those gang members will definitely try their best to find this old guy, and this method will definitely include investigating everyone who is nearby at this time.
And the way gangs investigate will eventually turn violent.
Luke doesn't worry about this, because ordinary attacks are not even itchy to him, but the dad in the barber shop can't stand this kind of continuous trouble.
"Damn, why is this troublemaker the cousin of that bullshit gang boss!"
Luke had already begun to curse fiercely in his heart.
Although this cousin does not have much status, even if Luke breaks his leg, there will be no trouble.
But it was different when he died, especially when he died in the hands of an old man who was obviously an outsider.
For gangs, killing one of their own by an outsider is the most serious provocation, and they will definitely retaliate without mercy.
Especially for these lowest-level gangs, they can only rely on hatred and cruelty to establish their reputation. They never use their brains to solve problems!
"Young man, I will not be persuaded by you!"
Bulcasso strode towards the guy who spoke freely. The work clothes on his body stuck tightly to Bulcaisel's body under the influence of the wind. The strong figure was finally revealed between the two of them.
In eyes.
"I don't think he's joking. You'd better run away. I'll break your legs next time we meet."
Luke's forehead was sweating a little, and he felt a kind of power that was impossible to defeat.
"This is Hell's Kitchen! Luke! Luke Cage! Do you want me to escape!"
It has to be said that most of the gang members at the bottom have no brains, and are even so slow that it makes people laugh.
Normally, Luke would have made this incident a joke with those guys at the bar.
But the pressure he felt became more and more intense. At this time, he could not even speak. Perhaps at this time, he had begun to regret why he had a keener perception than ordinary people.
The strong hand pinched the top of that bastard Hit's head, and the powerful force coming from his fingertips made him feel the danger.
No matter how dull a gangster is, he will not remain calm when being pointed at a gun. For this guy named Hit, the pressure he felt at this time was even heavier than the moment he saw Kingpin from a distance.
"Tell me, I'll give you a chance to choose how you want to die!"
Bulcaisel's huge, unwavering voice resounded throughout the street, and everyone felt the determination in it.
At this time, Luke Cage, who was standing in front of Bulcaisel, felt as if he was being suppressed by the blood of the species.
"If possible, I would like to die of old age."
The gangster whose head was caught said in the most humble voice in his life.
At this time, he had completely lost the bossy arrogance he had before. Instead, he was like a cat that was grabbed by the back of the neck, pitiful and helpless.
"Old man, let him go."
The door of the originally closed barber shop suddenly opened, and a black man with white hair sticking to his scalp staggered out.
"I can feel your anger, and I believe you are not an ordinary person, but those of us who live here are not as careless as you."
The old man spoke with a hint of pleading in his voice, which caused Bulcasso to hesitate for a moment.
The old man's face looked a bit like Tyrell's, and his actions were considered courageous. Such actions naturally gained Bulcaisel's favor.
"So, what can I do?"
Bulcasso said in a somewhat funny tone, his beard twitching with his smile.
For Bulcasso, it is not a problem to get rid of all the annoying people in this place, but he wants to know what choices the people living in this place will make.
There are countless strong people in the world, and they all have some kind of God complex in them. They hope that they can save others and stand up in difficult moments.
But Bulkesso is different, he is just a warrior.
He only thinks about how to chop the enemy into pieces, and other than that, he thinks about saving things.
Salvation? It’s just a side reward in the fight for life.
"Old man, you don't have to do anything, just put that annoying bastard away and go home and get a good night's sleep."
The old man said in a low tone.
"If you come here again next time, my barber shop will be free for you. I will also give you a hair style carefully designed by me. Now put that guy down and go home."
The gangster whose head was grabbed by Bulcaisu tried his best to nod, but he obviously didn't have the strength to move his head that looked like it was nailed to death.
"Devils? They are just a bunch of rubbish! Their table only deserves a puddle of shit, and even that is considered a luxury!"
Burcasso gradually relaxed his palms, and his anger and murderous intent gradually subsided in the almost pleading voice of an ordinary old man.
Not far from Bulkesso, a mage was sweating coldly on his forehead.
After the Ancient Master sent this powerful barbarian, he emphatically warned the mages stationed in New York to avoid those ignorant fools from provoking this powerful man.
There may be no one in this world who understands the power of Bulkatho better than the Ancient Master.
If Bulcaisel fell into anger, then Ancient One would have to learn from Doctor Strange in the future and have to use the closed loop of time to hold the barbarian until he extinguishes his anger.
The situation is now considered good, the barbarians are beginning to extinguish their anger, and everything will return to calm.
Perhaps at best, it will be turned into a topic of conversation after dinner in Hell's Kitchen.
For example, a story about a burly old man who severely punished Hit may also include an exaggerated description such as that the old man was ten feet tall and had a waist circumference of one foot.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have changed my shift with Sly. Otherwise, how could I have encountered such a thing?"
The moment Bulcasso was provoked, the mage couldn't wait to catch the gangster and beat him with eighteen sets of military punches.
There is no doubt that Bulcaisel is a hero, but barbarian heroes are a special group of people who don't care about other people's opinions.
Even the witch doctors who are tinkering with mysterious voodoo are easier to talk to than the angry barbarians.
There is no way in this world that can restore them to peace except death and the barbarian himself.
Fortunately, what happened today was a false alarm after all.
