Perhaps decades later, men with sunglasses are unwilling to recall this day.

It took only half a minute for the dozen Gallic Sword gang elites to face a yellow man. They lost their combat power from the beginning to the last Gallic Sword elite. They didn't even have time to take out the gun and fell to the ground. This is very rare!

Qin Kun didn't touch those guns, and there was no time to touch them. Seeing the man in sunglasses reaching out to touch the gun, Qin Kun stepped out and used them to appear behind the man in sunglasses.

He took out the soul-sealing gun and pressed it against the back of the man in sunglasses.

Raising his hand and surrendering, the man in sunglasses was stiff and sweating profusely, and he didn't even have the courage to resist.

"What do you call it?" Qin Kun's voice still did not fluctuate.

"Bay, Bertrand..."

Qin Kun reached out and took out the other party's wallet. The amount inside was quite large, and Qin Kun was very satisfied.

A stack of francs was held in Qin Kun's hand and slapped the other person's face with a gun: "Bertrand, don't be impulsive next time. You have to pay the price to cause trouble for me! Take off your pants and hand over all the money!!!"

A group of gangsters were stunned by Qin Kun's harsh shouting.

Is it a robbery? Then... what does it mean to take off your pants!!!

The colorful shorts appeared in front of Qin Kun. Qin Kun was afraid that there would be ungrateful outlaws who fought to the death. It might be dangerous if they did not confiscate their guns just now.

But this group of people really had no blood in resistance. The one who was beaten the most was about to take off his pants. Qin Kun ordered: "Stop! I'm not a pervert! I'm lifting my pants!"

Bertrand was in a very complicated mood at this time, how much is this? Is it worth offending the "Sword of Gaul" for this little money?

"gentlemen……"

"I'm not your husband."

Bertrand's cheeks were red. He watched Qin Kun's combo counting money. He wanted to draw a gun to counter the other party several times, but he didn't have the courage. It was too fast. The opponent's strength was beyond his imagination. If the other party felt a hint of hostility at such a close distance, he might not be able to walk out of this alley.

"Well, respectful Mr. Dongfang, you are very awesome."

"Excessive award."

"Are you really doing it for money, not for other purposes?"

Other purposes?

Killing and robbing?

If I want to calculate the accounts of the Eight-Nation Alliance, I should go to burn the Louvre and fight the Arc de Triomphe in blood, right? I have a purpose for you.

"What about that?"

Bertrand shook his head helplessly: "These money is very small, and if you need it, you can get more with your ability. If you believe me, I can refer you to your godfather Benoit. He will give you endless money and countless beautiful women, provided that you join us and serve our Sword of Gaul."

“No need.”

Qin Kun patted Bertrand's face and bared his teeth and said, "I remember all these people's faces. Who dares to follow me next time... die?" Qin Kun scratched his neck, and everyone felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The oriental disappeared at the end of the alley smoking, and Bertrand's tense body relaxed, unable to laugh or cry.

...

In the evening, Bertrand went back to work and told the godfather intact. After the matter was told, a white-haired old man thought for a while, and then gave a reply.

"Since it's a robbery, let everyone bring less money out."

A helpless answer surprised Bertrand. The iron-blooded godfather Benoit actually gave such an answer, which was really hard to believe!

The old white-haired man took a sip of wine and said lightly: "Is it surprising? In fact, it's not just that we met that guy, Marseille Light, Saint-Germain, and Gothic Warhammer, and I heard that no one can do anything to him. And that weird oriental man really came from robbing money..."

Benoit was also very angry, he was crazy! He was 5 francs and 500 francs and 500 francs!

No matter how much money is in his wallet, he will take it away. There are a few disciples who have no money in their pockets, and the leather shoes will be ordered to be taken off and thrown into the river. It is simply unreasonable! The most miserable one is his confidant Du Wen, who was stripped off his clothes and pants and threw them into the water because he humiliated the other party for a few words, and a cigarette scar was pressed on his forehead, just like an Indian monk.

At that time, Du Wen went to meet his mistress in private. Before he could reach the destination, he finally walked back in shorts, which made them lose face in the sword of Gaul!

Benoit rubbed his forehead, wondering what to say about that person's goodness.

Well, as long as it does not affect the recent gang structure in Paris, let him do whatever he does!

Fifteen days.

After searching for the Sword of Gaul, the Light of Marseille and the Gothic Warhammer also caused trouble to Qin Kun. These people who did not believe in evil were beaten up by Qin Kun with the same method. No one could stand the endless trouble, so Qin Kun took out his magic weapon to seize the karma knife and was ready to take action.

The clouds were gloomy, as if Paris was brewing a storm, and the conflicts in the underground society entered a white-hot stage. Gangsters fighting for interests were seized and divided into territory in Paris.

They always felt that Qin Kun's existence was a hidden danger. When fighting with each other, the dominant Gothic Warhammer first took full advantage of Qin Kun in order to avoid variables.

The result was that thirty-three elites fired shots in the city and could not even touch the corners of their clothes. After returning, thirty-three people with bruised noses and swollen faces were shaved.

When members of the Marseille Light heard that Qin Kun had taken action against the Gothic Warhammer, they were unwilling to sit and wait for death. The Sword of Gaul was anxious all day long and also participated in the encirclement and suppression of Qin Kun.

Then, the elites of the three major gangs in Paris became bald.

On the day of the gang fight, the three major gangs, nearly 200 elites, Yishui's bright bald head was commanding in front of the battlefield. The scene was extremely awkward. Everyone thought that except for the godfather and the lower class, the other people had converted to Buddhism. The fight, which was originally prepared for a shocking bloody battle, was fighting without any passion.

Shaving your head is not Qin Kun's will, but it is easy to avoid hidden arrows on open guns, so it is difficult to prevent this group of guys who like to follow and follow them and stalk them to make it easier for the Sky Eye to discover potential crises. Qin Kun himself did not expect that this originally bloody battle would turn into a Buddhist battle because of himself.

A month later, the funds transferred from Hong Kong arrived at the account. The prostitute Motherine's room, Qin Kun lay on the bed, watching TV boredly.

"I heard you've been messing with a lot of people recently?"

Motherine was sponsored by Qin Kun and began to learn design at her own expense. She has been learning to draw these days. There is an additional sewing machine in her room. At the same time, Qin Kun received her first gift here in a suit.

"You have such a high talent?"

Although the suit was a little dirt, it fit very well, and unexpectedly, Motherine shrugged: "My father used to be a tailor, but unfortunately he died of illness. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here."

At night, the door was knocked, and a child came in and arched into Motherine's arms.

The blonde boy still looked at Qin Kun hostilely, with fear in his eyes.

At the door, a few bald heads stood, secretly glanced at Qin Kun, swallowed his saliva, and smiled awkwardly.

"I am Naland Robert, and Motherine is mine!" The little boy swore sovereignty as always.

Qin Kun knocked the little boy on the head: "You don't even have all your hair. Do you know what love is? You lack maternal love!"

The little boy was still waiting to say something, but he found that the bald head at the door squeezed his smile and shook his head hard at him. It seemed that the little boy was advised not to mess with this person.

The little boy swallowed, raised his head and said, "Motherine is mine anyway!"

Qin Kun said to Metherine: "Make him a crotch-opener pants. I smelled the smell of urine. He must have peed his pants."

"I don't!!!"

The little boy suffered a great humiliation and ran out with a blushing face.
Chapter completed!