Chapter 362: The Villain and the Tyrant

Although the doorman's voice was low, Wang Jin was a man, and the doorman heard everything he said. He turned his head and saw Zuo Qiuhua's ugly face.

Smiling and shaking his head, Wang Jin didn't say anything, and walked into the hotel under the guidance of the doorman.

Murong Jun glared at Zuo Qiuhua: "Why don't you catch up quickly? What are you in a daze?"

"Yes, yes!" Zuo Qiuhua handed his precious machete made of several mutant beast materials to the security guard who came over. In the surprised eyes of the doorman, he carefully chased after him with an overly respectful attitude.

The doorman had never seen the boss like this. Even when facing the powerful people in the Half Water Bay Base, they were mostly equal. What kind of background did these two men and women have that they were worthy of the boss's humble flattery?

After entering the hotel, Wang Jin had not had time to look at the layout of the hotel. A crisp slap sounded, and along with the slap sound, there was an extremely arrogant voice: "Where is your boss Zuo Qiuhua? Tell him to come out. He thinks I can't do anything to him if he hides. I tell you, even if he hides to the ends of the earth, our Black Dragon Gang will reserve this hotel."

Wang Jin turned his head and saw a two-meter-tall black dragon tattooed on his neck and right cheek. The second-level mutant with tangled muscles was cursing.

Behind him, there were more than fifty middle-aged men with dragon tattoos on their arms and a fierce aura. Among them, two were first-level mutants, and the others were ordinary people. It was obvious that this was a gang. The one who was cursing was the leader of this group of people, who should be the gang leader or hall master.

In front of the burly man with a black dragon tattoo on his neck, a waiter fell to the ground, the wine in his hand spilled all over the ground, there was a dark slap mark on his pretty face, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he was lying on the ground crying with grievance.

More than a dozen security guards surrounded him, but they didn't dare to stop him. The doorman next to Wang Jin saw it, his face changed, and he suddenly shouted: "Xiao Yao."

He rushed to the fallen waitress, anxiously looking at the black slap mark on her face, at a loss, and then gritted his teeth and looked at the group of burly men, punched the leader, and shouted angrily: "I will fight you."

"Kang Jian, don't do it, they will beat you to death." The waiter Xiao Yao hugged the doorman tightly to prevent him from rushing up, and her face cried even more anxiously.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death. Haha, you are her boyfriend! You dare to punch me? It happens that I need one less person to serve tonight. Take these two people back to me. I want to let this guy see his girlfriend gasping under my crotch with his own eyes, and then kill him and feed him to the dogs."

The burly man laughed loudly, and seemed to be very satisfied with his way of torturing people. The thugs behind him laughed obscenely. Several thugs stepped out of the crowd and beat the doorman to spit blood with three punches and two kicks, and arrested the two.

The surrounding security guards and onlookers retreated in fear. The burly man looked around proudly and saw the fear in everyone's eyes. He couldn't help shouting: "This is the end of offending our Black Dragon Gang. The end of the world is not suitable for you cowards. Our Black Dragon Gang is the real strong."

"So this is the strong! I have learned a lot." The security guards and customers had anger and shame on their faces, but they didn't dare to say anything. In this silence, a very disdainful voice suddenly came.

The burly man was stunned, and the security guards and customers were surprised. Someone actually dared to make sarcastic remarks. Didn't this guy see what happened just now? Is the Black Dragon Gang easy to mess with?

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with a white cloth wrapped around a huge knife, walking slowly forward.

The man had a faint smile on his face and his hands on his chest. Although he was not tall and strong, he exuded a confident and majestic aura, which made people dare not ignore him subconsciously.

This person was none other than Wang Jin, who had seen a farce.

"Well, someone actually meddled in other people's business. It seems that I was not cruel enough just now. What cats and dogs dared to ignore our Black Dragon Gang. Today, I, Black Dragon, don't believe that our Black Dragon Gang can't deal with you." The burly man who called himself Black Dragon was so angry that he just said something to intimidate others, and someone came to slap him in the face. How could he not be angry?

Several henchmen close to Wang Jin rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards Wang Jin with ferocious faces, wanting to capture and torture this guy who dared to contradict their Black Dragon Gang.

Ordinary people on the side hurriedly retreated, and many of them had closed their eyes. Another young man who didn't know how powerful the Black Dragon Gang was was killed by the vicious hands. They had already expected that Wang Jin would be seriously injured, and then be captured and tortured to death while screaming.

Crack! Ah!

Ah! Crack!

As expected, screams were accompanied by the sound of bone fractures, but there were too many screams, and the sounds were different. There was only one young man.

When he opened his eyes, everyone present, including the Black Dragon Gang, was shocked to see the three henchmen who rushed over flying back at a faster speed.

Everyone's chest was deeply sunken, and no one knew how many sternums were broken. The broken bones were inserted into the internal organs, causing dark red blood to spurt out of the three people's mouths. When they fell to the ground, they twitched and lost their breath.

Cruel enough! Awesome!

This is what everyone present thought. If they don't take action, it's fine. But if they do, they will kill people.

Everyone has seen murder. There are many ruthless people in the end times, but it is rare to see such ruthless people who blatantly kill people in the central area, and they kill members of the Black Dragon Gang.

Slowly retracting his fist, Wang Jin continued to move forward, his face was calm and unobstructed, as if he had just killed a few ants instead of human lives.

The number of humans, mutants and zombies who died directly or indirectly at the hands of Wang Jin is too numerous to count. It has to be calculated in hundreds of thousands. Killing a few gangsters who have the means to die is as natural and easy as breathing for Wang Jin, and there is no fear or burden.

"So you are a mutant, no wonder you dare to meddle in other people's business, but do you think we can do nothing about mutants?" Looking at the three dead men, the burly black dragon's pupils shrank, and the fierce light in his eyes shot directly at Wang Jin.

Wang Jin's identity as a mutant was beyond his expectation, but he was not worried. He knew all the second-level mutants in the Banshuiwan base, and the guy in front of him was just a first-level mutant. The Black Dragon Gang didn't take him seriously.

Wang Jin just deliberately controlled the strength and speed of his attack, causing Black Dragon to misjudge. Otherwise, if he knew that he was not facing a first-level mutant, but a humanoid monster that was much stronger than a fourth-level mutant, he would not have had time to cry.

"Black Panther, Black Tiger, you guys take him down."

The burly Black Dragon called out two mutants under his command, one of whom was black and thin, with the strength of a first-level speed mutant, Black Panther, and the other was a bald man with a naked upper body, with the strength of a first-level strength mutant, Black Tiger.

Other ordinary henchmen also pulled out daggers from their waists and surrounded Wang Jin with ferocious faces.

With these two people attacking, the burly man believed that he was sure to deal with Wang Jin, not to mention that there were dozens of henchmen who had killed several people on their hands to help.

Seeing the Black Dragon with a look that looked like he was sure to defeat him, Wang Jin felt amused. This guy was so naive and pitiful. It seemed that he was so used to being rampant that even a second-level mutant's instinct for danger in combat had disappeared without a trace.