Chapter Thirteen
He turned his head and looked: "Who dares to hinder Lord Feiren's subordinates from doing things?" Surprisingly, the one who grabbed his arm was not a strong man Kong Wu, but a blind man wearing sunglasses on his face and holding a blind man's stick in his hand. This looked really a strange scene.
Hongmao took out a black pistol from her pocket and pointed it at Matt's forehead: "If you don't want to die, it's better to let go of your hand!"
"No, don't do this, I can agree to give up billiards!"
Seeing that the red-haired young man had already fired his gun and had suffered under Feiren's hands, Jeffer, suddenly panicked? He tried hard to make himself more confident: "As long as the price you paid is right..."
"What did you say? You dare to collect money from Lord Faren's subordinates?" To Jeff's surprise, it seemed that as one of the largest bosses in the Underground World of Hell Kitchen, Faren was determined to snatch the billiard from his hands.
Matt coughed dryly, suddenly reached out and touched the pistol. Sri said slowly, "Let me guess what this is..."
When the red-haired face suddenly became gloomy when he heard Matt speak, he turned his gun and pointed it at Matt: "Are you..."
"Blind? Yes, I'm blind." Matt smiled.
As Matt walked out of the darkness, the red-haired young man could see clearly that this person who came to disrupt the situation inexplicably seemed to be unable to see what was in front of him.
However, although this guy's eyes were invisible, his hands were quite strong, and he clamped it hard on his hands like a pair of iron pliers.
This blind man is too ignorant of his own, so he must teach him some lesson.
The red-haired young man looked at Matt hatefully, and another free hand turned the pistol upside down and smashed it on Matt's head with the butt.
If his pistol could hit Daredevil, then Red Hair would not be just a small leader under Feiron's hands.
Matt listened to the wind to identify the position, but just turned his head slightly, and had already avoided the stock.
He couldn't see anything, so he had to ask, "Tell me, did you interrupt the owner of this store?"
Hongmao snorted coldly, without saying a word. Imil, who saw the tail from the beginning and the end, answered: "What they interrupted was the boss's right hand."
"Very good, thank you, Imil." Matt nodded gentlemanly, and he walked to Hongmao without any warning: "Okay, now the last question has been cleared."
"You bastard, get out of here!" As the capable thug leader under Feiron, the red-haired young man didn't even see Emire, wearing Columbia University uniform.
He raised his fist and beat Matt in the face with a "whirring" sound.
On the other hand, Imil started fighting with the men brought by the red-haired youth. These were just gangsters on the street, rushing up and surrounding Imil in the middle and beating him.
If it were Imir before his resurrection or Wu Di in his previous life, he would have been knocked to the ground at this moment.
But Emier, who had become a body of a resentful ghost, did not take these heavy fists seriously at all. His body kept jumping and dodging, and when he could not dodge, he instantly transformed his body into a body of nothingness.
The light in the billiard bar was dim, and these gangsters who worked hard to "beat people" didn't notice the vision on Imil's body. Often, seeing that they had hit Imil's fist, they only saw that the light on Imil's body twisted and inexplicably penetrated.
Imil didn't take these people's attacks seriously at all. He was even bored and began to summarize his abilities: "It seems that as long as my body becomes a ghost body, I can avoid ordinary physical attacks!"
"I just don't know if this ability has its limit, is it completely immune to physical attacks, or can it only avoid the attacks of ordinary people? Otherwise, if I face energy attacks or magic attacks, can I avoid them?" Well, this question is very profound and research-worthy. Imil was a little confused for a moment.
But thanks for the hard work, the gangsters who were sweating profusely looked at each other panting and looking at each other. Is this yellow-skinned monkey so good? Why can't even touch a single hair of his?
Matt took a step back and avoided Hongmao's fist wind, then turned around and appeared behind Hongmao. Hongmao wanted to turn around and punch, but his arm was firmly controlled by Matt.
His hand holding the gun was about to lift it when Matt kicked it.
This kick hit Hongmao violently like a running train. He was kicked off the ground and his whole body hit the bar of the billiard bar. The pistol in his hand also flew out, and Matt gently stepped on the ground.
There were originally several tables of guests in the billiard bar blocked by the red-haired young man and could not leave. Now, seeing Emier and Matt show their skills, they all cheered in unison. These guests who watched the fun and did not bother to shout in unison, fanning the flames and asking Matt to kill these Faren's men.
Imil easily knocked a few tired and breathless big men to the ground, turning curiously toward Matt, who wanted to see how Daredevil, one of the superheroes, would deal with these bastards.
Matt squatted in front of the red-haired man who had collapsed on the ground and asked patiently: "So, sir, since you interrupted the owner of this store, should you pay the price for your illegal act now?"
"Stop talking nonsense, you blind man. Since the uncle has fallen into your hands, you can just fight or kill him." Hongmao has been following Feilun's men for so many years, and he has seen all kinds of vicious people.
He could feel the evil aura emitted from Matt and did not doubt that Matt was a desperate person. In the hands of these desperate persons, the result was no different, but he still held a glimmer of hope: "I said that you have no evidence to prove that I interrupted Jeff's hand, and I am innocent!"
Matt looked at the red hair, then raised his eyes and glanced at the direction where Imil was: "Is that true, but I don't agree with your defense."
His hand was pinched on Hongmao's arm, and with little force, Hongmao immediately screamed in pain. He knew that as long as the blind man in front of him added a little more strength, his arm would be pinched off.
He cried out in pain: "Who said you were a judge? Why did you convict me?"
Matt seemed to be talking to the red-haired man, and then explained to Emire again: "Morality is the judge, justice convicts you! Don't worry about your own strength, as long as your conscience speaks, you can let go! The easiest way to deal with a bastard is violence!"
Chapter completed!