Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng looked back and saw that the speaker was a strong man nearly two meters tall. He had a crew cut, yellow hair, blue eyes, and a high nose. He seemed to be a mixed race.

He walked out of a private room with a cold face and sharp eyes. There was a murderous aura about him. At a glance, he knew that he was someone who often killed people and drank blood.

This man is holding a shotgun, which looks very unique. Only those who know guns will know what kind of gun this is.

This is the Stoger, the shotgun my grandparents used.

Chinese people often call shotguns rifles or spray guns.

Although this Stoger training gun is old, it is extremely powerful. If a shot hits a person, it can directly explode the hit part, which can be said to kill without leaving a whole body.

Precisely because of its great power, this gun has a flaw, that is, it takes too long to reload after the bullets are fired.

Generally speaking, people who like to use this kind of gun are people who like bloody violence. Seeing others being shot to pieces will stimulate their adrenaline.

After the strong man came out, he was followed by several thugs. These men were not holding pistols, but AK47s. They were wearing combat uniforms and fully equipped.

"To cause trouble here is to destroy my palace. Tell me, who ordered you to come?"

The man was carrying a rifle and looked domineering and arrogant. After approaching Zhang Yifeng, he put the muzzle of the gun against Zhang Yifeng's head.

It seems that Zhang Yifeng will be shot in the head if he disagrees.

On the sofa, Zhao Long trembled and became more energetic. Now was not the time to worry about himself. Killing people didn't seem to be an unusual thing here. He believed that as long as Zhang Yifeng said that they had no background, these people would kill them all without any scruples.

Although Zhao Long is a good fighter, the opponent has weapons after all, and there are so many people. How should he save Zhang Yifeng?

Zhao Long's forehead suddenly overflowed with sweat. He sat on the sofa and did not dare to move rashly.

Next to Zhao Long, Rose also tensed up. She sat up straight, bent down slightly, and quietly pressed her right hand on her calf, where a dagger was placed.

Compared with the tension between the two of them, Zhang Yifeng himself seemed much calmer. It seemed that it was not him who had a gun put to his head, but someone else who had a gun put to his head.

Zhang Yifeng did not answer the brawny man's question, but instead asked: "You are not the biggest boss here, are you? Call out the people behind you. The people behind you I mean the people covering you."

After hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the strong man's eyes suddenly shrank, and then without saying a word, he pulled the bolt of the gun and placed his finger on the trigger.

It was obvious that Zhang Yifeng's words had made him angry. The person who covers them? Does this kid want to challenge that organization?

However, before the strong man had time to pull the trigger, he felt pain in his wrist, and then his calf was kicked. He knelt down directly. Before he could raise his head, the muzzle of the rifle was already pressed against his head.

"I forgot to mention that I don't like anyone pointing a gun at me."

Zhang Yifeng's calm voice came. When a cultivator is prepared, ordinary people will not have time to shoot unless the opponent is also a cultivator or a powerful warrior. He can turn the situation around in the blink of an eye. Zhang Yifeng took the man's gun and subdued him in an instant.

Click, click, click.

The sound of bullets being loaded was heard at the same time, and the men brought by the man pointed their guns at Zhang Yifeng's head.

But none of them dared to rob easily.

"If you kill me, I'm sure you won't be able to walk out alive."

At this time, the man's cold voice came. The people who hang out in the black town have backbone, unlike the gangsters in the city who will wet their pants when a gun is put to their head.

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "When I die, won't I still be buried with you? Of course, I don't want to kill you. You have no enmity with me. I am a person with clear grudges. I just want you to call the people behind the scenes Come here, don’t call me Xiao Xiami, I want the big shot behind the scenes.”

"Who do you belong to? The Wolf Gang or the Ax Gang." The man said coldly.

Zhang Yifeng heard what the man said and immediately confirmed his guess.

Black Town allows small gangs. Those desperadoes in small groups can form their own small teams, but they must submit to the three giants of Black Town. These three giants should be the Wolf Gang embroidered with black wolves, the Ax Gang embroidered with axes, and the organization embroidered with black roses.

These three organizations are the real giants of Black Town. They divide the world into three parts, and no one can do anything to the other. Because the triangle relationship is the most stable and long-lasting, no organization dares to take action against another organization easily. Otherwise, no matter who wins or loses, it will only benefit the third organization.

"No, just call someone."

Zhang Yifeng spoke in a calm voice.

The man was silent for a moment, and then said to a younger brother: "Contact Black Rose."

The younger brother nodded and ran out without saying a word.

Seeing his younger brother leave, Zhang Yifeng removed his rifle, pulled the man up, and said: "My principle of dealing with things is that I will not offend others unless they offend me. Those people who wanted to bully me just now are equivalent to bullying me. So I killed them. But you and I have no grudges, Nuo, take your gun back."

After Zhang Yifeng helped the man up, he actually gave the gun back to the man.

The man was slightly stunned. He suddenly realized that he couldn't understand the young boy in front of him. If he was lost as a hostage at this time, wouldn't this boy be afraid of being shot to death by him?

"Don't look at me like that. I gave you the gun because I knew you wouldn't kill me, because you want to know who I am and what my background is. In fact, I also want to know what my background is."

When Zhang Yifeng said this, he turned his head and glanced at Rose.

After saying that, Zhang Yifeng sat on the sofa and drank a glass of "Vampire's Desire" with a calm expression.

"This wine of yours is really good. How about some more? Let's sit down and drink together?"

Zhang Yifeng spoke again, his calmness and calmness made the man's pupils shrink.

This young man is young but has such a demeanor, he is definitely not an ordinary person! Among the people present, none of them had experienced strong winds and heavy rains to achieve their current calmness and status.

Who is this young man?

"Little Wolf, give me a bottle of wine. This wine is mine. In case you can't see the sun tomorrow, just treat it like I'm giving you a ride."

The man's voice came, and as he spoke, he sat down opposite Zhang Yifeng without ceremony. Then he turned to the other guests and said, "We have some things to deal with today. You can choose to leave or stay."

"There is so much excitement here, how can we leave."

"Yeah, this is much more exciting than watching pole dancing."

The desperadoes present laughed. Many of them knew the man and were regular customers here.