The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Watching Lorna enter the house and close the door, Lance turned around and raised his foot to kick the two who were still wailing with broken arms.

Then he looked at the three men again, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes: "You are simply looking for death..."

Brat! I'd rather see how you find death!"

Lance, who sneered, ignored his shout, activated instantly, and turned into an afterimage in five steps and rushed towards the tattooed man in front of him.

The man only felt that his eyes were flickering, and before he could react, Lance had come to him and smashed a punch on the bridge of his nose, instantly spraying out his nosebleed.

He covered his nose with a scream, and blood kept flowing down the gap between his fingers.

Kelance showed no mercy, grabbed the other party's collar and lifted it, and then raised his fist and punched him in the face, the fist roaring.

The man couldn't resist at all, and soon the bridge of his nose was broken, the blood flowed nonstop, and the whole person gradually stopped struggling. Fortunately, Lance still knows the seriousness of the hand, and it is not good to beat people to death here, so he simply knocked him out.

Seeing that this young man who suddenly appeared turned out to be so ferocious, the remaining two were stunned.

Just now, Lance appeared a little suddenly, and it was extremely fast, so it was normal for them to not react for a while, and at this time, the two who finally woke up hurriedly took out their weapons and raised their guns to shoot.

"Tap-da-da!"

A series of gunshots rang out, and they emptied their magazines in a matter of seconds, but unfortunately the bullets did not hit the target they were aiming at.

When they sensed Lance's position again, the back of their heads had been firmly grasped by his five fingers like iron hoops.

The panicked two were immediately overwhelmed by panic, and their eyes widened in an attempt to break free from Lance's palm.

"Boom!"

With their hands together, the two greasy big men collided face to face, each shedding blood all over their faces, and with Lance's slow force, they seemed to feel that their breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and the scene in front of them gradually blurred.

Picking up the two again in disgust, Lance raised his hand and flicked out: "Take them, (; 'O ́)o roll! His

tone was flat, but it made people feel a strong sense of oppression, as if it was a giant mountain there.

The two thugs suddenly shook and sobered up, and the revenants did not dare to say any more nonsense, and with difficulty got up to pick up their unconscious accomplices, and used the strength to eat milk to escape from here.

It all happened so fast that Lorna, who was watching from the cat's eye, hadn't figured out what was going on, and when she opened the door blankly, only Lance in shorts and blood on the ground in front of her proved that what had just happened was not her imagination.

Looking at the handsome man in front of him, Lorna directly pounced and hugged Lance.

"It's great that you're okay."

The mood that had calmed down became excited again, and with tears in his eyes, he hugged him tightly.

Lance stretched out his hand and touched her hair and said gently: "It's okay, with me, I won't let them bully you again, you go back to rest first." Lorna

, who was holding him and didn't answer, just looked up at him, and after a minute she nodded obediently and turned to walk towards the house.

When he was at the door, he suddenly stopped, looked back at Lance a little shyly and asked, "Or... Come in for a drink?

Lance smiled and walked towards the house?

Then everything happened so logically.

In this ambiguous night, Lance and Lorna are entangled, they kiss each other, touch each other, and frantically entangle.

The sound of silence, the frolic between men and women is endless.

The next morning, Lorna woke up with a blush on her face, she knew what had happened last night and how crazy she was.

At this moment, she only felt that her waist was about to break, and her legs were sore as if they were not her own.

The taste of last night was still vivid, and he quietly opened his eyes to find that Lance had woken up and was looking at her with a smile.

Lorna blushed, and immediately lowered her head and closed her eyes, not daring to look at Lance again.

Lance laughed and teased: "Shy?

"No!"

Lorna retorted hard.

Lance smiled, reached out and rubbed her head, ruffled her long hair, and then rolled over and pressed her to the bed: "It's morning exercise time." "

Ah..."

It was another beautiful wind and snow.

While drinking last night, Lance learned what was going on with the gangsters, who were members of the Harlem Alcohol Gang.

It got its name because the gang likes to soak people in industrial alcohol the most.

This incident is similar to the news that Lance knew before, the black boss took a fancy to the beautiful landlady and tried to force her to communicate with him by violence.

But Lorna refused to give in, and the black boss of the alcohol gang wanted the overlord to take the bow, so he sent these gangsters to kidnap her and make her submit.

Instead, he was beaten by Lance, who suddenly appeared, and picked the fruit.

"You can rest well today, and I will come to see you later."

Lance lightly placed a kiss on Lorna's forehead, touched her face, got up and put on her pants, waved at her at the bedroom door before turning to leave.

Lorna looked at Lance's back, with a hint of infatuation in her eyes, she knew that she was afraid that she would be trapped in this life.

Lance, who was originally breezy and cloudy, was a little stunned by being a thief after coming out of her house, and he was still wearing a big pants hanging on the side of the road, seeing that there was no one around, Lance bypassed the Everything House that had opened the door and came to the other side.

With his legs slightly forced, he jumped to squat next to the window of his room, poked his head out to look left and right, and was relieved to make sure that no one noticed this.

After returning to his room, he changed his clothes and took a shower, and Lance relaxed and walked downstairs as if nothing had happened.

Max was sitting on the sofa watching TV with Tom in his arms at this time, and after noticing Lance coming down, he was still indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it, and continued to watch TV, without moving his eyes.

Only Tom raised his head and gave a lewd smile before giving Lance a thumbs up.

Lance raised his eyebrows a little smugly, and immediately returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Walking to the couch, Lance sat down on another couch, then took out the bubble watermelon and chewed it, his eyes glancing at the TV, but his mind was not on the TV series at all.

"Hey, what about you, let me ask?" Max suddenly spoke up.

"Uh... What did you say? Langston was stunned for a moment before reacting, he hadn't heard Max say anything just now.

Max saw Lance's dumbfounded look and suddenly became depressed, and glared at Lance fiercely.