Chapter 679

Two white youths thought Ning Tao would fall to the ground, but they didn't expect to get so hard on his head. This guy grinned at them!

Ning Tao smiled and said, "I said the consequences are very serious. It's your choice, so I'm sorry."

When the voice fell, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the neck of the white youth with tattoos on his neck and threw it behind him. The young white man flew out of his hand with a whoop and knocked down a wine table and two people drinking on it.

Someone screamed and someone shouted, and the scene was in chaos.

Several of them ran the bodyguards from different corners.

Ning Tao didn't pay attention to the bodyguards who rushed like wolves and tigers. He grabbed the wrist of the white youth holding half of the wine bottle and smiled: "did you just pull your eyelids up to laugh at my small eyes?"

"Fark!" The white young man punched Ning Tao's eyes.

Bang!

Hit the target with one punch.

Ning Tao's head didn't even move, and there were no dark circles under his eyes. He also kept a faint smile on his face: "it seems that the eyes are not important to you."

When the voice fell, he suddenly turned the white youth's wrist, pushed the half bottle into the white youth's eye socket.

Blood gushed and the broken glass bottle pierced the eyeball.

"Ah -" the white young man let out a scream like killing a pig.

Ning Tao grabbed the half bottle and pulled it out, then stabbed it into the other eye socket of the white youth with a lightning speed.

Click!

Blood splashed.

The white youth suddenly fell to the ground and passed out. He insulted the small eyes of Chinese with that discriminatory action, but he lost them for the rest of his life.

As for evil, who can be worse than the middleman between good and evil?

Ning Tao didn't even look at him. He turned to the white young man who was hit in the abdomen by him. As he walked, he said, "you just learned from monkeys, didn't you? I think you learned very much. I like your legs. They are very flexible."

"No, no, no..." the white young man shook his head hard, and the man stepped back, but he leaned against the sofa.

Ning Tao reached out and grabbed him.

Suddenly, a big black man rushed from the side and hit him.

The black man was bounced back. Ning Tao's hand grabbed the collar of the white young man who studied as a monkey and suddenly kicked him on the outside of his right leg knee.

Click!

The sound of broken bones sounded, but was drowned in the deafening music.

"Ah -" the white young man with the action of blood monkey also screamed like killing a pig.

But his nightmare was just another head. He just collapsed to the ground, and Ning Tao stepped on his left knee again.

Click!

A broken leg is like a broken cane.

The white young man who learned monkey movements opened his mouth wide, but this time he couldn't even make a sound.

Although Ning Tao's body has a Tianzi version of the lingfu of Yingu town sealed with his life's spiritual cultivation accomplishments, he has actually entered the practice of small Nirvana since he began to practice the original tool refining method. His body did not reach the level of Vajra's body in Nirvana, but his fists and feet reached it, because his fists and feet are the most used part of forging iron. He can even hit the Dragon Spirit bone into meat and get shot. How can a white villain with flesh and blood stand his fists and kicks?

Hoo!

There was a sudden wind behind my head.

Ning Tao turned around and smashed a chair on his front door.

He was a strong white man with a height of at least 1.9 meters and a weight of at least 300 kilograms. His arms were a little thicker than his thighs. He still used the iron foot chair in the bar.

Ning Tao was stunned and then shook.

But before he fell to the ground, another big black man jumped up from behind him and swung a policeman in his hand With a swing stick, he hit him hard on the back of the head.

Ning Tao closed his eyes, avoided the liquor on the ground and poured it into a relatively clean place.

"Kill him!" There was a roar of excitement.

"You continue to play. The next round of wine is for our boss." The sound of the white man smashing his chair came out of the bar.

The bar was filled with cheers.

The two bodyguards each grabbed Ning Tao's hand, dragged him into a fire safety passage, and then dragged him into an elevator.

"Shit, who is this guy? How dare he make trouble in our territory."

"I don't know, but this guy is so cruel that he stabbed people in the eye with a wine bottle on such an occasion."

"Whoever he is, he's dead."

Several bodyguards were talking in the elevator. Listening to their tone, Ning Tao was almost dead.

Ning Tao didn't move and didn't respond at all. He was beaten twice on the head, but there was no blood on his head, not even his hairstyle. But such a flaw, several bodyguards did not notice.

This is Ning Tao's strategy.

He came to Minggu bar for a visit. In fact, it was a temporary intention. He didn't have a detailed plan. He came by pasting a heavenly script of Yingu town. Seeing the two Chinese girls who were about to fall into the fire pit, he suddenly had this plan. Make trouble, get caught, and then be sent to the boss here for "disposal".

Mr. Black, the owner of Minggu bar, is the patient he took the initiative to visit this time.

When Tiandao medical center moved to Manhattan, it was not the people in the White House or the CIA who bothered him most, but Mr. Black, the underground king of Manhattan. Yu Gong, villains like Mr. Black must go out to see a doctor. In private, Mr. Black sent so many people to Chinatown to find him and want to catch him. How can he not come and show his face in person?

The elevator stopped, the elevator door opened, and two bodyguards grabbed Ning Tao's hand and dragged him out of the elevator, and then entered a room.

The room was large, beautifully decorated and soundproofed. As soon as the door was closed, the noise below could not be heard.

There is its own music, Mozart's sonata.

A white man in a black suit sat on the sofa, his arms open, and a black woman with exposed clothes snuggled up in both his left and right arms. The white man is about 40 years old. His figure is a little out of shape, but he generally looks strong. Except that his skin color is white, the rest of his body is black, including his necklace, ring and even socks.

Is this the origin of the nickname "man in black"?

Maybe, maybe not, but it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that the evil spirit on this man is extremely deep!

WOW!

A glass of whisky spilled on Ning Tao's face. His face and hair were covered with brown liquor.

Ning Tao cooperatively opened his eyes, then shook his head and looked like he just woke up and didn't know the situation.

"Who are you?" The white man in a black suit asked.

Ning Tao didn't answer and struggled to get up.

The white man in a black suit suddenly stood up, kicked Ning Tao in the chest, and then stepped on his feet.

"Are you... The man in black?" Ning Tao looks nervous.

The man in the black suit pressed his feet down hard, and his voice was angry: "who sent you, the Mexican Gang, or the Polish hiding in the corner?"

Ning Tao said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I heard you're the underground king of this generation. I came to you specially."

The white man in the black suit was slightly stunned: "are you looking for me?"

Ning Tao said, "yes, I'm looking for you. I think you're ill. I came here specially to see you."

"Hahaha..." the man in the black suit laughed.

Several bodyguards were also amused by Ning Tao's words. The room was full of laughter. The originally dark and tense atmosphere suddenly changed the painting style and was full of a happy atmosphere.

The white man in a black suit took the foot he stepped on Ning Tao's chest. He took off his suit and his shirt. In the twinkling of an eye, the exposed upper body is full of black tattoos, but it is not a common tattoo of skeletons and beasts, but a ragged dress. There is also a sentence tattooed on the rib cavity: if you don't get sick, you won't die, the clothes of the night.

This is the origin of the nickname "man in black".

"Boss, he blinded a boy with a wine bottle. Shall we beat him up and give him to the police, or what to do?" A black bodyguard asked.

The man in black waved and slapped.

A snap.

The beaten black bodyguard covered his face and was a little confused. He obviously didn't know why his boss beat him. It's a great sin to blind people's eyes. Considering the boy's Chinese identity, the judge will certainly show no mercy. Most of the boy will sit through the bottom of the prison and can achieve the purpose of punishment without their hands. He thought he had made a good suggestion, but he didn't expect to get a slap instead of praise.

The man in Black said fiercely, "give it to the police? Do you fool still want to receive a good citizen award? I want everyone to know that whoever makes trouble with me will end badly!"

A white bodyguard said to the two black pearls sitting on the sofa, "what are you still doing here? Get out."

The two black pearls seemed to be aware of what was about to happen and hurriedly got up from the sofa and ran out of the door.

The man in black squatted next to the sofa and sucked his nostrils into a line of white powder on the tea table. In an ugly voice, the line of white powder went into his nostrils. He rubbed his nose, and the whole person's energy and spirit seemed to be sublimated in an instant, entering a state of transcendence and holiness.

Then he took out a silver aluminum alloy box from under the tea table. The box was not big. After opening, it was filled with torture tools. There are pliers for pulling out people's teeth or nails, sharp knives, canned liquefied gas knives, axes and hammers.

Ning Tao got up from the ground.

Two bodyguards immediately came up, one left and one right grabbed his two arms and pressed his shoulders at the same time, so that he could not move.

The man in black picked up an axe from the aluminum alloy box and went to Ning Tao: "no one can make trouble with me. Last time, a Mexican killer sold goods here. Do you know his end? He has been made into chicken feed!"

When the voice fell, he suddenly whirled his body and waved his legs, kicking Ning Tao in the face.

This action is clean and neat, and the Kung Fu taste is full.

However, Ning Tao smiled after being beaten.