"Brot Puma is the second in charge of the dragon and tiger gang, but you knocked him into a plant man. Bald Haz is to follow me since childhood, but you broke off his hand. The blood will be paid for by the blood, and today I will cut you into eight pieces, cook you well, and take revenge for my wounded brothers. " Ken Holt tone was very light, word by word, but, the more so, the more he let others recognize the monstrous hate in his voice.

Ely Spelburg sneered, slowly opening his mouth: "you deserved this, you have blackmailed Piper Street merchants for more than 10 years, until today have retribution. You deserved more than death." You deserve to die today for hurting the people around me so badly! "

"Oh, ha ha ha ha..." Ken Holt suddenly looked up and laughed for a long time, severely fell the cigar, severely stared at Ely Spelburg said, "deserve to die? With you? A baby doctor? Even if you brought a action girl? Get in here, and don't try to get out completely. Brothers, cut this boy to pieces, that woman and the chicks up there, I want you to rape and then kill, all the brothers to take turn, not without one. "

"Yes, boss! Ha ha... "More than 40 gangsters smiled, took forward a step.

Hazell listened to that laughter, her beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed, lock knife in the hand without warning suddenly went straight to her nearest, laughed the most wanton gangster.

"Poof" a light ring, the sharp lock knife, caught off guard, even into the scoundrel's throat.

"Well..." The gangster didn't even feel much pain, just frightened and wide—eyed, unconfidently looked down at his throat.

But before he could lower his head, Hazell's arm shook and the lock—knife swirled in a strange way.

The head of that gangster was neatly cut down, rolling out of a good distance, and his face had an incredible doubt.

The corpse surged out a full of more than a meter of blood, finally crashed, thick smell of blood spread out in an instant.

All the gangsters, smelled a smell of death, but at the moment there was no retreat, gangsters roared, together with a machete, to Ely Spelburg and Hazell killed.

"Hazell, you are not authentic. The first knife is yours." Ely Spelburg bent down and picked up the headless gangster's machete, in his hand, said coldly.

"Oh, it is better to compete than to be defeated, and see who kills more." Hazell deflected her head, gave sidelong glance at Ely Spelburg, also said with a smile.

"Then go!" Ely Spelburg lightly shouted, and he met a gangster closest to himself.

The gangster looks ferocious, knives have been raised high above the head, toward Ely Spelburg cut down severely, want to cut Ely Spelburg immediately into ten thousand sections.

Ely Spelburg narrowed his eyes, but not backward, the whole person with an incredible speed, came to the mob’s chest, knife flashed, and cut down the right arm of the mob.

the right arm of the gangster was cut off, banging to the ground, the hands also opposing grip on the knives. Blood, like the open gate of the river, ejected from the broken arm wound, drenched the side of gangster.

"Ah..." The gangster rolled to the ground in pain, uttered a scream that didn't look like a human voice, and completely lost combat effectiveness.

"One!" Cried Ely Spelburg aloud.

Hazell smiled, not willing to show weakness, the lock knife in her hand suddenly wrapped around the thighs of another gangster, in a flash, amputated landing, howling.

"Two!"

Two people acted like cutting vegetables and splitting melon, killed into the gangster, the place they have been were full of gush with blood, and flying amputated limbs.

Ely Spelburg has broken through to the mid—level earth level, in the face of these gangsters, it is like a tiger eats sheep, easy.

And Hazell, although the constitution is not as good as Ely Spelburg, but rely on the petite, flexible posture, coupled with the agile chain lock knife, all gangsters were caught off guard. She was like a god of death, harvesting the lives of gangsters.

Suddenly, the workshop was bleeding like a river, screaming like hell on earth.

"Stop it all!"

Darkness, Ken Holt has gone to the Mike and Lillian below, ferociously reached for a red button. Eyes were about to crack, hissing: "Stop!" As soon as I press my hand, these two people will be cut into meat sauce by the gear hob on the machine! If want two people not to die, obediently threw the knife in your hand, get down on your knees! "

Ely Spelburg and Hazell looked at each other, although there was no words, but the two decisive people instantly has communicated.

Hazell nodded, lock knife suddenly, straight to the left hand of Ken Holt pressing on the red button . As long as this is implemented, Ken Holt's left hand must be the same as the remnants of other gangsters, could no longer be preserved.

Only, Hazell but failed to achieve.

"Ding" a brittle sound, lock knife was hit by a flying knife thrown out of the darkness, lock knife fell on the iron machine, emitted a huge spark.

"Hmm?" Hazell eyebrow wrinkled, swept to the dark behind Ken Holt.

"Come out!" Ely Spelburg's divinity has locked the man a shot of the moment.

A man in black, slowly out of the darkness. The expression is wooden, like a walking corpse, the whole body up and down, there is no sharp breath. If it wasn't for his move just now, exposed his figure, Ely Spelburg’s spiritual sense unexpectedly have not found him hidden there.

Just, he just used a hand to easily accept the Hazell lock knife. This man was not mediocre.

"Who are you?" Asked Hazell in a hoarse, sexy voice.

"I was hired by Mr. Holt to keep him safe." The man in black did not raise his head, but said in a low voice, and the voice was so flat that he could not recognize any emotion, except that a flying knife flashed into the heart of his right hand as his fingers moved lightly.

"Are you determined to get into this mess?" Said the Hazell coldly.

"Hazell, didn't you come in too?" The man raised his face as he spoke, his thin face, his slender eyes full of jest.

Hazell eyebrows wrinkled, body was suddenly tightened, narrowed eyes and asked: "you know me?"

"White face Hazell, you always keep a high profile. Who doesn't know?" The man said with a smile, revealing a white tooth.

"Since you know me, also dare to come to this muddy water? Aren't you afraid? " Asked Hazell with a sneer.

"Take money and help people out!" The man said, suddenly shoulder a sink, a flying knife suddenly, but the target was not Hazell, but Ely Spelburg’s throat.

The flying knife speed was extremely fast, with a sharp wind, straight to Ely Spelburg.

"Watch out!" Hazell suddenly was surprised.

Ely Spelburg coldly hummed, this sneak attack was also ready to attack, whether from the speed or skill, could be said to be perfect, if it was others, he must die on the spot, but, how strong is Ely Spelburg's spiritual sense? He already locked that man’s body muscle movement, as his shoulder was sinking, Ely Spelburg already knew the knife was about to fly. He raised the knives in the hands and stopped it.

"Ding!" The flying knife unexpectedly live nailed on the face of the kicker, motionless, could see the strength of this knife!

"You want to raid me? Just a few more years! Hazell, he was your. I'll save Mike and Lillian! " Ely Spelburg laughed aloud, body shape has moved.

Hazell nodded, her lock knife flew out, and fought with the man in black in one place.

"Ely Spelburg, you die! You all die! " Ken Holt growled and pressed his left hand against the red button.

Mike father and daughter behind the machine immediately moved, rows of gear hobs "click click click" to a unique rhythm, toward the body of Mike and Lillian.

Perhaps it was life—threatening, Mike unexpectedly woke up and saw the hob rolling around, scared to death, and sent out a miserable sound not like a human voice.

"Don't howl, Mike!" Ely Spelburg said, suddenly rose from the ground, grasped e Mike’s hands locked in the chain.

"Ah!" Only this, whether it was Mike, or Ken Holt, let out a cry of surprise.

Although only four or five meters high, but Ely Spelburg so straightforward jumped up without the slightest borrowed force, which was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

Ely Spelburg handed up a knife, straightly cut on the chain.

"Ding" a crispy sound, the four or five centimeters thick chain was unexpectedly echoed and broken.

Ely Spelburg grasped the fat body of Mike with one hand, grasped the still unconscious Lillian with the other hand, and landed on the ground.

"Are you a fucking human being?" Ken Holt sat on the ground, pointing to Ely Spelburg, all over the shaking and couldn’t say a word.

" Killing evil is charity! " Ely Spelburg stood in front of Ken Holt, lightly said, reached out to lift Ken Holt, without hesitation to throw him vigorously to the gear hob rolling.

"Ah..." Accompanied by a scream, Ken Holt skin was torn, flesh and blood, died.

The leading character of evil on Piper Street has been bullying for more than ten years, and finally died at the hands of Ely Spelburg.

Mike saw Ken Holt's death, thought if not were Ely Spelburg to save himself in time, then at the moment it was him to be fragmented, frightened all over and trembling, pissed his pants again.

"Stay here and watch Lillian. Don't move." Ely Spelburg cut open the chain, commanded.

"That, over there..." Mike's fingers trembled, frightened to point to Ely Spelburg behind him.

Ely Spelburg suddenly turned his head, but saw that Hazell had been forced by the man in black in front of a pillar, thin white chain unexpectedly around her own neck, the black man every minute pulled tight the chain, knife point were closer to her white throat, the situation was extremely urgent.

Ely Spelburg bow up, going straight forward

"Don't move!" The man in black twisted his body and turned the Hazell to his own, firmly holding it.

"Let her go!" Ely Spelburg stood still and said in a cold voice.