Super Alchemy King Reborn In City

The two of them immediately screamed.    

These two gusts of wind had already pierced through the bones of their hands.    

"My hand! My hand! " The two of them cried out in alarm.    

His hand had penetrated through and broken, although he could still recover some. However, there were still side effects. It was impossible for him to hold a saber and rob others in the future.    

"We already told you everything, why did you still hurt us?" the little man said indignantly.    

"I never said I would let you off!" Han Zhen was very curious.    

"You don't want to let us go, why are you asking so much?" The short man was even more unfair.    

He was only occasionally robbing people who looked easy to rob, and that wasn't a big crime. After all, what McDowell and the others did was even more cruel and perverted.    

"Oh, so that's the reason!" Han Zhen was suddenly enlightened, so he explained: "I was just casually asking."    

"You …" The two of them had nothing to say.    

Although Han Zhen didn't kill them directly, he made them useless.    

In fact, Han Zhen never thought of letting them go.    

To rob an Asian and then rob Han Zhen, Han Zhen did not just directly kill him, that was already very benevolent.    

After Han Zhen left, a western lady wearing work clothes also walked over. Seeing the fierce expressions of the two men, their hands began to bleed and their expressions became painful as they shivered. "This place is really dangerous."    

It was very easy to find where McDowell was. The two floors were filled with music that rumbled and rumbled all the time.    

A few of his men were watching the surroundings and alerting strangers as soon as they appeared.    

The moment Han Zhen walked nearly 300 meters away, he already noticed the hidden gazes around him.    

No matter how well they hid, they couldn't escape Han Zhen's detection.    

Han Zhen didn't care and just walked forward.    

In a dark corner, someone immediately made a call.    

McDowell was a middle-aged man with tattoos all over his body. As someone who had always traveled in the midst of criminal acts, McDowell was extremely notorious.    

"An eastern man is coming over." When McDowell answered the call, he received a warning from one of his subordinates.    

McDowell, who thought there were soldiers rushing over, immediately said in dissatisfaction, "What is there to be afraid of in the East!"    

All along, even in terms of crime, McDowell didn't like people from the East, because the people he knew from the East were always very long-winded and afraid of getting into trouble. It was not worth paying attention to at all.    

Just as McDowell finished his sentence, he heard a loud sound of explosion.    

The sound far surpassed the heavy music being played.    

"What's going on?" McDowell shouted in anger.    

He pulled out a small weapon from his lower back.    

No one had ever dared to be so impudent in McDowell's territory. McDowell swore to make the other party suffer an unprecedented punishment.    

He walked from the living room to the door.    

The door of the two-story building was wide open. An Oriental man, who didn't seem to be a threat, stood at the door and warmly asked: "Are you McDowell?"    

The man from the East was not tall, nor was he muscular, and his expression was not fierce at all.    

Even McDowell, who had seen a lot of criminals, felt his eyelids twitch.    

Because there were quite a few men lying on the floor under the young man's feet.