"You're getting in the way of me." Emier reached out and tried to push away the red hair that was blocking the pool table, but the originally sluggish red hair suddenly stood up like a hormone. His eyes fell coldly on Emier and laughed ferociously: "Hahaha, little thing, who do you think you are talking to?"

He said generously: "Now, you kneel down and kowtow to the uncle and say sorry. The uncle can still save your life until tomorrow, otherwise I will kill you now!"

The red hair was like a magic trick. After reaching his hand to his waist, he took out a pistol.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Emire looked at the red-haired young man in front of him, and his expression was that he felt that the other person had not woken up and had a fever: "I think I may not have heard clearly what you were talking about."

"Look back and take a look. Your backer, that damn blind man has gone. Little thing, you have been abandoned." Hongmao waved his pistol, not taking Emire seriously in his tone: "You kneel down and don't force me to do it, otherwise you will be even more painful!"

"Ah, where is Mr. Matt?" Imil looked back and looked at it. Sure enough, Matt had already left the billiards at some point.

Imil curled his lips, feeling that this Daredevil seemed not that reliable either.

The red-haired face frowned slightly, and he stared at Emier tightly, but to disappoint him, he was dissatisfied with dissatisfaction and a little angry, but he just didn't see the fear he wanted to see.

This attitude is not something Hongmao likes to see. He pulled his hand on the trigger and pointed it at Emire: "Poor little thing, do you have anything else to say now?"

Imil was pointed at by the red-haired gun, and scratched his head innocently. After thinking about it carefully, he said, "Or else, let's finish this game first?"

He had already designed the route to hit the ball in his mind and was eager to win the first bet in the world.

"Okay, no, what were you saying?" Hongmao hadn't reacted to what Imir was saying at first. He thought Imir had given up and asked for mercy.

Just as he was about to put away the pistol to scare him, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Hongmao's eyes suddenly bulged, and anger that could not be curbed surged in his chest. He could not have imagined that a poor student would dare to tease him!

"I'll let you play billiards, damn it!"

Hongmao is worthy of being the elite thug under Lord Feren of Hell Kitchen. He put his hand under the billiard table and suddenly exerted force, and actually lifted the billiard table upside down.

He never hated billiards so much today, and almost ruined his right hand.

"You, bastard..." Imil was holding a billiard club in his hand, watching the billiard table being overturned by red hairs with pitiful eyes. A faint green light slowly appeared in his eyes, and the ghost fire started to burn.

Imil threw away the billiard club in his hand, raised his head, looked at Hongmao and shook his head, "Why are you in a hurry to die? According to the bet, I won, just want to break one of your arms. But now, I have violated the rules of the game, I will judge you, you are guilty!"

The red-haired and his men were going to surround me and leave a lesson for Imir, but soon I saw the green ghost light that kept jumping in Imir's eyes: "Your eyes..."

He followed Boss Feiron and had heard of many superheroes, super bad guys and other legends about mutants.

In the past, Hongmao always thought that this was just a nonsense like urban legends, but now when I saw Imir's strangeness, all my hair was standing up.

"You, you must be a devil!" The red-haired dared to beat mortals, and even dared to fight with Daredevil Matt, but he was also afraid in the face of such a supernatural existence.

He and his men shivered while retreating.

On the contrary, other customers in the billiard bar and the owner Jeffrey, they just felt that the temperature in the store suddenly dropped a lot and did not feel any other abnormalities.

Imil felt the violent fear and resentment of Hongmao and others, took a deep breath, pointed at them with some pleasure and said, "You have broken the rules of the game. Now, I am guilty of betraying you, so let the darkness bring you fear!"

The ghost fire in his eyes burned violently, and a shocking Yin power that could not be perceived by mortals suddenly spread out from Imil's body.

This yin force quickly filled the entire billiards like a tide. Except for the boss Jeffer holding his arms and trembling coldly, and insisting on staying, other guests who watched the fun fled out one after another.

This is the cold caused by Yin power, and no matter how much clothes you wear, you can't resist it. Imil was very surprised that the boss of the billiard bar actually held back the chill that emanated from the bottom of his heart and stayed.

The men brought by Hongmao also wanted to escape from here, but countless gray-black dead claws crawled up from the ground.

These skeleton claws wrapped in flesh grabbed the legs of the Red Hair and the others. Their numbers were so numerous that they looked like they were planted in the billiards' ground.

This is the place of curse for Emire. Unlike the world in the present world, although the owner of the billiard bar, Jeff, was also swept in, he was not attacked under Emire's deliberate control.

However, even without Imir's attack, an ordinary person suddenly saw this terrifying scene would be enough to have a nightmare for several days and nights.

Speaking of nightmare, Imil's attacks were more than that. He completely regarded Hongmao and others as guinea pigs who had tested his abilities.

Fear appeared on the red-haired face: "No, no, big boss, listen to my explanation..."

It seems that in Hongmao's heart, the most terrifying thing was not a ghost or a god, but his big boss. I don't know what these Feiren's subordinates met in the illusion world led them into by Emire. They were so scared that their faces turned blue and purple.

Hongmao knelt on the ground, holding something in vain in the air: "Boss Feiren, I didn't mean to anger the big boss, you must help me. Please..."

"Yum!" Imil was shocked. In his opinion, Feiren, one of the underground bosses of Hell's Kitchen, was already a very amazing villain.

Could it be that there is another big boss behind Feiron?

He could not suppress the curiosity in his heart, and his body suddenly turned into a light smoke and floated into the illusion of Honghai. Everything that appeared in the illusion was actually composed of the impression in the redhair's mind, so it was not as capable of being controlled by Emire as in the dream.
Chapter completed!