DC Tyrant

Leon and his buddies stared at the shiny Colt Python revolver in awe.

With...with...with a gun?

This is not the process he envisioned.

This man doesn't follow the routine.

Leon looked at Bati with an ugly face, he was not crazy, that's why he wouldn't take the python revolver.

Suicide ghettos can be messy, dirty, and people die a lot.

But killing a person openly and aboveboard, this kind of thing, even a pig, would not do it lightly.

If this can be done, then there will not be a large number of civilians entering here to survive, and there are some rules here.

This rule does not allow a person to be shot to death under a hundred days of light.

He also doesn't have enough ability to ignore the arrest of the police. He is just a gangster who wants to enter the venue, and he is not a gang leader. To hide XZ, unless there is a gang to take him in.

Leon's face turned red, and he stared angrily at Batty, he already regarded Batty as a noble and rich family who came to make him happy.

The behavior of rich people is always abnormal and unpredictable.

He didn't dare to do anything to Ba Di, because Ba Di's body alone didn't look cheap, plus his own temperament, revolver, and Xiong Zhuang's bodyguards.

He could only spit angrily on the ground next to him, and glared at Badi angrily: "Go away."

Then he turned around and beat the alcoholic angrily. At the end of the beating, he left with a few people. Before leaving, he solemnly threatened and warned the alcoholic: either pay back the money, or return the goods, or beat him once a day; Ba Di looked like a little gangster showing off his might.

When Leon turned around, his eyes were still full of anger, and he glared at Batty hatefully, and snorted out of anger, quite resentful that the man in the white trench coat teased him like this.

Ba Di admired Leon's departure quite admiringly. This young man has winks and intelligence. He can endure anger, understand forms, and is not reckless. He is also a charming leader who can make a group of young people follow him. As a fledgling, he was cheated of his first pot of gold by this old drunkard.

"Pay attention to him. In the future, you may be colleagues." Barty inserted the revolver back into Mike's waist, and looked at the drunkard underground.

Mike looked at the group of young people who left angrily, and scolded in his heart, Mahler Gobi, who was favored by the boss, came to grab food again.

This won't work, you have to make an agreement with them first, I'm the boss's first dog.

Mike thought to himself, how can he not allow others to steal his job, how can he tolerate the opportunity to become a superman away from himself!

"Get up." Bady said, glancing at the drunkard.

A few young people seemed to be punching and kicking, they beat very hard and fiercely, but they didn't hit their vitals much. Alcoholics can be regarded as veterans, they have been beaten a lot, and they know how to protect their vitals, so they just tried their best, slightly After lying on the ground and resting for a while, he recovered and could move.

The alcoholic looked up at Bati through his messy long hair, and watched Bati standing on his back like a giant with cloudy eyes.

He suddenly staggered up from the ground quickly, wiped the blood from his mouth a few times, stopped his cough from the injury, his eyes shone brightly, and asked in surprise: "It's the family, is it the family? You come to me!" "

Bady didn't know what kind of organization the family was, but he just looked at this sloppy alcoholic slightly, and the smell of cheap alcohol came to his face.

He rubbed the palm of his left hand again with his right hand, and said, "Find a place to talk."

The drunkard was overjoyed, his hunched waist seemed to straighten a lot, he expressed his surprise, and thought he had something important to discuss, he looked around like a secret agent who was afraid of being discovered.

"Go to my house, my house."

The drunkard was very happy, and took Bati back to his home, fearing that Bati would disappear when he turned his head, and often walked backwards, bragging about his glorious deeds in the past.

It was only then that Barty realized that the family that the drunkard mentioned was actually a gang, a gang created by the upper class of the metropolis for their convenience. The baptism of some upper-class people's struggles, thus turning them into 'family' gangs.

The alcoholic's home would not be very good if it could be in this suicide slum. It was a dilapidated house with mud and dust falling off the walls, revealing the brick and stone walls inside. clothes.

There is a prison-like window with iron branches, and you can see inside. There is a skinny boy of thirteen or fourteen who is reading a book, silently, flipping through the book, knowing that the footsteps of the drunkard are approaching the door, and then silently close the book.

The drunkard obviously knew that his home would not be very comfortable, so he asked Ba Di to wait at the door first, and he went to the house to deal with the messy scene first.

Bady stopped at the door and let him enter the house to deal with it.

"Go find that young man named Leon and let him join me. When I understand the situation here, I will control this place. We need people." Ba Di was standing tall and straight, rubbing the palm of his left hand with the thumb of his right hand all the time , Thinking has never stopped, or decided to rule here as soon as possible, spreading from the suicide slums to the city center of the metropolis.

Mike replied, he didn't expect his opponent to appear so soon, so he still had to invite him, such a shit thing is really fucked up.

But he didn't dare not to finish it. Compared with this, it would be even more tragic to leave an impression of incompetence in front of Bati.

Mike turned and left.

As for how to find Leon and the others, it was naturally up to him to find them.

Once the alcoholic enters the house, it is not the scene of dealing with the chaos in his home.

Instead, when he saw his son sitting on the only cleanest chair, his anger rose from his heart. He took a beer bottle that didn't drink much and smashed it on the head at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old son. The bottle was not broken, but with a bang, the son was caught off guard, and the yellowed book in his hand fell to the ground, his head was so painful that his vision blurred.

The drunkard then kicked his son to the ground angrily, causing his son's hands and feet to be bruised and bleeding. When the tattered clothes were opened, there were various bruises and wounds on the skin and flesh. Obviously, he had endured a lot in the past. ill.

He grabbed his son's neckline with one hand, and growled in a low voice: "How dare you sit on this chair dirty!! I have raised you for more than ten years, and I wouldn't even sell my ass for a sip of wine. How dare you, a white-eyed wolf!" Sit in my chair? Eat my meal? Read useless dead books all day."

"Listen, get the hell out of the hut, close the door, don't come out and delay my business, I sold your kidney."

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy caught his breath for a moment, his face turned pale with panic, he didn't care about the pain of being kicked, he felt a big pain on the top of his head, he didn't even care about the book, and crawled into the small room next to him from the ground , Close the wooden door like a dead tree.

After dealing with his son viciously, the drunkard squeezed his face again, forced Batty to enter the house with an amiable and flattering smile.

It's just a little strange why the bodyguard disappeared?

Ba Di waited for the chair to cool down before sitting down.

The drunkard couldn't wait to ask: "Which family are you from?"

"It's not a family, but I just want to ask about the situation in the metropolis. If you answer well, you may be able to follow me under my command. If you answer mediocre, you can get a few hundred dollars."

Barty said calmly.

The drunkard was shocked, he knew it.

This is a new family who wants to challenge the old order, just want to get a little information, maybe the person in front of him is from another city.

The drunkard's heart suddenly became hot, thinking of the humiliation in the past, his breathing became a little rough.

If he can contribute a little bit when he is conquering the world, then he will be a minister of the dragon, and the benefits are innumerable.

As for failure, he had already failed once, no matter how he begged for mercy, it was fine.

"I understand, I understand, I know." The drunkard's eyes were bright.

Battie nodded, his eyes flicked slightly to the alcoholic in front of him, scanned the environment, and his eyes stopped on a book on the ground, some of which were often turned yellow and the pages were curled up.

"Quantum Theory"

"I can help you. I used to go to big cities to work hard. I don't know if you have heard my name."

The drunkard licked his lips, really longing for him to recruit him because he heard his name.

"My name is Lionel Luthor," said the drunk.

Um!

Barty raised his eyebrows, turned his eyes away from "Quantum Theory", saw Lionel Luthor's longing face, and then looked behind him.

From a crack in the door, there was a hateful and resentful look. This look looked at his father, then turned to look at Bati, and met Bati's eyes.

The boy's pupils shrank, his eyes were hidden in the darkness of the room, and he closed the door lightly.