When you walk into Heilong City, an ancient street appears in Lan Feng's sight. On both sides of the street are all kinds of vendors. The shops are filled with all kinds of weapons, including left and wheels, AK47 rifles, AWP snipers, Barret sniper guns, Nepalese sabers, etc., but these are all modified items, with more powerful and dense, dazzling and eye-catching, making people unsurprising that they have come to a weapon paradise.

Of course, there are various shops selling clothing, snacks, food and other stores on both sides of the street. Generally speaking, the style here is a bit retro, but it can be perfectly integrated with modern society. This style makes people like it very much.

In the middle of the street, people walking back and forth, all kinds of people wearing fashionable clothes. Some of them wore vests and scarred arms; some were strong, like beasts; some were cold and cunning, like poisonous snakes... The only thing that is the same is that each of them carries weapons, knives, or guns, full of dangers.

These are all fierce people from all over the world, powerful strong men, with countless blood on their hands!

Lan Feng walked forward along the street for a while, his vision suddenly became brighter. A huge square appeared in his sight, and towering rings were built on the square. On the ring, strong men with a powerful aura were fighting and fighting, and inspiring shouts kept coming.

It can be said that this square is a competition venue, or it can be said that this is an open-air casino.

As his eyes swept through several rings quickly, Lan Feng felt a little boring.

Lan Feng has just arrived here and is not familiar with the place. The most urgent thing is to find a place to settle down first, and then become familiar with the world and the city.

As she looked around, Lan Feng walked towards a hotel and restaurant not far away.

"Welcome, sir."

Lan Feng just walked to the door of the store. Two female waiters wearing uniform short skirts, showing their sexy figures and slender legs, smiled and greeted Lan Feng.

They have delicate faces, white skin, and beautiful appearance. They wear clothes like two dolls, which makes people unable to help but look at them. For Lan Feng, who is used to seeing Chinese beauties, such foreign beauties seem to be more lethal.

Without any hesitation, Lan Feng walked into the hotel with a step.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) When you walk into the hotel, a European-style hall appears in Lan Feng's sight. In the hall, there are all kinds of people, talking and laughing, eating meat and drinking wine, looking extremely bold.

Seeing Lan Feng walk in, a trace of surprise flashed across many people's faces. This surprise quickly turned into playfulness, and a teasing voice sounded in the hall: "Oh... Chinese people?"

Chinese people are very rare in the dark world, so these foreigners are very curious.

Lan Feng ignored the eyes of these people. His eyes swept through the hall, but found that there were no seats inside. He hesitated and turned his eyes to a corner by the window behind the hall.

There was only one sitting at the table with short hair, wearing an ultra-short white shirt and a denim skirt, showing an extremely sexy warm-up posture and snow-white tender flesh. Although it was just a back, it made people without any doubt that this was a top beauty.

After pondering for a moment, Lan Feng took a step towards the woman's position.

"Oh... this kid is in a terrible rhythm!"

"Tsk tsk... This Chinese dog is interesting, awesome."

"Is this going to pick up girls?"

Seeing Lan Feng's actions, a hint of astonishment appeared on many people's faces. Obviously, they did not expect Lan Feng to do such a move, and the woman sitting in that corner was...

"There's a good show now."

After a brief surprise, many people showed a touch of playfulness on their faces, looking at Lan Feng who was walking towards the corner with interest...

"Tsk! Just a Chinese dog."

When Lan Feng passed by a man with long hair, a cold face, and a toothpick in his mouth, like an oriental samurai, the oriental samurai spitted at Lan Feng, and the cold voice of disdain came from his mouth.

Hearing the voice of the Eastern samurai and sensibly avoiding the attack of the saliva, Lan Feng's steps couldn't help but stop, staring at the Eastern samurai, and a faint voice came from his mouth: "Do you like Japanese?"

"Of course I like Japanese..." The Eastern Samurai replied without hesitation. He is a Japanese himself, can he not like Japanese?

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) "Haha..."

Hearing the answer from the Eastern samurai, many people in the hall couldn't help laughing at this moment, as if they felt that this Chinese person was quite pleased with her.

Lan Feng smiled slightly, looked at the Eastern samurai with pity, and continued to walk forward with a step.

It was not until this time that the Eastern samurai understood the meaning of Lan Feng's words and how stupid and idiot his answer was. He deeply felt that he was played with by a Chinese in front of so many people.

His three companions also stared at Lan Feng's back with angry and resentful eyes, with murderous intent in their eyes. This Chinese man was simply looking for death.

“Baga…”

At that moment, the Eastern samurai shouted anger, stood up, grabbed the red wine bottle on the table and smashed it at the back of Lan Feng's head, and he wanted to torture this damn Chinese to death.

The wine bottle was hit by Lan Feng's back of the head with a sharp wind. If it was hit, there was no doubt that Lan Feng's head would "bearish and bear fruit".

"Swish."

At the moment when the wine bottle was smashed, Lan Feng didn't even look at it. He turned around and seemed to randomly grab the wrist of the Eastern Samurai who was holding the wine bottle and smashing it against his head. Looking at the angry face of the Eastern Samurai, Lan Feng grinned and a faint voice came from his mouth: "It seems that you not only like Japanese people, but you also like to 'use' the wine bottle... Here, I have to give you a thumbs up."

As Lan Feng's words fell, before the Eastern samurai could react, Lan Feng quickly grabbed the bottle of wine in his hand like lightning, and slammed it hard on the Eastern samurai's head with powerful and destructive power.

"Crack...bang..."

A crisp sound quietly sounded, and the red wine bottle broke on the head of the Eastern Samurai. The red wine and bright red blood mixed together and kept flowing down the Eastern Samurai's cheeks.

Then, Lan Feng casually threw the broken wine bottle in his hand aside. Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the Eastern samurai slowly fell down and fainted.

Lan Feng didn't even look at the fallen Eastern warrior, and continued to move forward with a step.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!