Last time, Dior bought all the remaining gold in William's hand and got a phone number, which became his target this time.

Taking out the cash that had been hidden in advance, Dior quickly rushed to the location reported by the other party. After arriving, he found that this place was a slum, with a large number of poor people and criminals living in it.

Just as he was approaching a certain distance, two strong searchlights hit him, and suddenly more than a dozen figures walked out of nowhere around him and blocked him.

The atmosphere suddenly became particularly tense. At this time, Dior placed his handbag in front of him and whispered: "I'm here to trade, I've called before."

Then a hoarse voice came from behind these people, "Who gave you this number?"

"William, I ate all his goods, so I gave me this call."

The air suddenly quieted down. After about ten seconds, the voice continued, "Let him come over and check if there are other people around."

The crowd dispersed, Dior strode forward, and finally saw the person talking at the end.

It was a man with tattoos all over his body, as if he had obesity. At this moment, he was trapped in the sofa and was like a pile of compost and greasy meat piled there.

When Dior approached, two more people stopped him and stared at him fiercely.

"What do you want to trade?"

The soap opera on TV is still being staged, and the compost meat has no idea of ​​moving away from sight, just asked casually.

"gold."

"Have you brought enough money?"

Dior threw his handbag on the ground casually. The man next to him immediately squatted down to check, then nodded and walked towards the compost meat and muttered in a low voice.

After hearing this ignorant boy brought 500,000 yuan in cash to trade alone, he couldn't help but smile extremely sarcastic.

"Very good. I'll take the money and take him to see the goods."

After hearing the order, the two white men immediately showed a hideous smile and came to Dior's sides, and said with his mouth full of bad breath: "Let's go."

After seeing this scene, Dior also smiled, and then obediently walked towards another room under the guard of two "bodyguards" on the left and right.

When Dior was taken away in a daze, the rest of the people showed cruel smiles, as if they were looking forward to what will happen next. This is not the first time that guy William has delivered the goods to his door. Many people have been deceived by his image, but in fact, how could a guy who dared to do such a business in private but has been living well all the time to trust others easily, and even tell others the channels in his hands so forth?

I will sell the goods I have obtained and then trick the customer into making money and profit, and I will also need money and things. Is there a more perfect transaction chain than this?

It is precisely because of William's unintentionality that the Roushan gang, who is known as the "swamp", "likes" to do business with this guy.

Just because I did nothing, 500,000 US dollars came to my door for free. After a while, I pried open the idiot's mouth and got more.

............

On the other side, I didn't know that William was deliberately seducing him to make the phone call Dior cooperated very much and walked into an empty room with nothing inside. Just as I came in, I could smell the strong smell of blood that could not be dissipated. These scumbags must have killed many people here to kill this.

So Dior murmured without looking back: "This is indeed a good place for killing people and throwing corpses."

At this time, the two people standing behind him looked at each other and immediately showed an extremely ferocious and bloodthirsty smile, and strode towards the thin monkey in front of him.

"How is it, are you satisfied with the goods?"

"Satisfied... I can't be satisfied anymore."

Before he finished speaking, the ruthless [World] instantly condensed behind him, and then punched the white man who was grabbing his shoulder in two pieces!

"Huh? Why did I fall?"

When he found his hand getting farther and farther away from the little man, he was still confused. It was not until he saw his lower body still standing there, bleeding and falling to the ground that he realized something in horror...

The other person who witnessed his companion's entire upper body suddenly flew out seemed to be a little scared. He subconsciously touched his face, which was covered with warm scarlet, and then turned around and ran away like crazy. He wanted to shout for help, but the next second he fell into eternal darkness.

After Dior turned around, he happened to see [World] throw away the man's head and put on an extremely arrogant jojo, as if he was dissatisfied with Dior repeatedly asking him to deal with such a weak enemy.

"Okay, come back, man, I'll get them done by myself."

Dior suddenly felt a little amused and cried. He didn't expect that the seemingly cold [World] actually had time to show off his temper. However, indeed, these ordinary people could not arouse the interest in [World] to take action. It was really boring to simply massacre.

Another reason is that the "car accident scene" caused by the attack on the World is too easy to identify. If you may be suspicious of him afterwards, you will simply let the World rest this time.

So the arrogant [world] of Jojo's standing disappeared. Dior tried to pose such a shameful pose in the occasional second place, but he almost broke his bones. As expected, he forced his body to twist and let the substitute do it.

“So what should I do this time?”

Dior glanced around and finally found a rusty hatchet and tried to wave it twice. It was not very convenient, but it didn't matter.

"Silver ripples go away!"

As the silver ripples were transmitted into the hatchet and wrapped it, the rusty hatchet immediately became extremely sharp. Dior cut off the door with just a slight wave.

"It's okay, it may be a little bloody in a while."

Dior, who was quite satisfied, walked out with a hatchet, and then decided to return the same way as he came.

"Who? You? How did you get out..."

I met a person on the way. The man was very surprised when he saw Dior coming out intact. Then he saw the hatchet in his hand and immediately had bad guesses.

"Put down the knife and stop!"

The man immediately wanted to pull out his gun, but when the silver light flashed, he could no longer move as if he had been imposed on a fixed magic. It was not until Dior walked past him that the sound of falling to the ground sounded, and he was split in half on his back!

"Next time, try to cut your neck as much as possible, otherwise it will be a bit disgusting."

The murmur of someone gradually drifting away came from the wind.
Chapter completed!