Two minutes later, Mo Fan put on new work pants and returned to the four gangsters again.
"Now let's talk about the rules of Yefeng Town."
The gangster who spoke before shook his head vigorously, "No rules, no rules."
"How can that be done? If there are no rules, it will be chaotic. The rules of Yefeng Town are still the rules of West City. You can choose one yourself."
The gangster smiled dryly and said, "Then follow the rules of West City and let's leave now."
"Wait." Mo Fan stopped the gangster.
"Are you thinking of finding an opportunity to sneak away first, and then call a hundred and eighty brothers to kill me when you get out?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I swear on the lives of my whole family that I will never retaliate!"
Potter on the side couldn't stand listening anymore and interrupted:
"Brother, don't believe him. Nine out of ten gangsters like them are orphans."
Mo Fan didn't respond and looked at the gangster silently.
Fortunately, there are not many people on the streets who are thin-skinned, so the gangsters didn’t have the slightest embarrassment on their expressions, so they explained:
"Although we are all orphans, the gang is our home, and the brothers in the gang are family members. How can using their names not count?"
Potter said coldly from the side: "Are you just waiting for your brothers to die so that you can take over?"
Mo Fan saw that the fuss was over and said, "There's no need to go to such trouble. Tell me the name of your gang and where its base is."
"We are called the Black Snake Gang. Our base is at the junction of Area S and Area T. The house with the Black Snake flag is right there."
Mo Fan nodded and said to the other three and the strong man lying on the ground who was not fainting from pain.
"If I hear that you are looking for trouble again after today, I will go to your stronghold, kill your leaders one by one, and tell everyone that it was you who caused the trouble."
"For the sake of your gang and your own lives, think carefully about what you are going to do when you go back. I trust your IQ."
Mo Fan walked up to the big man, knocked him unconscious with a slap, then carried the others on his back and stretched out his right index finger.
As his spiritual power circulated, a brassy luster appeared on his right index finger.
The first knuckles of the fingers were opened, and a dozen metal wires protruded from the fingers. They changed their arrangement, simulating different tools, and quickly disassembled the industrial exoskeleton on the big man's body.
The prosthetic finger was the one he got from Fatty from the Blood and Bone Gang on the night he was attacked by the Three Eyes Gang.
"Micro multifunctional maintenance robot arm".
Nicknamed Copper Finger, it can be used to repair various machines. No factory will refuse a maintenance master with a copper finger implanted.
In less than a minute, Mo Fan removed all the industrial exoskeleton.
A set of industrial exoskeleton main body costs at least 20,000 to 30,000 federal coins, so it cannot be wasted.
After collecting the loot, he waved his hand and said to the four gangsters: "Take him and get out."
The four gangsters were amnesty and dragged the strong man out of the studio.
After the gangsters left, the studio instantly turned into a fan meeting for Mo Fan. A group of people, including Potter, surrounded him.
Some people thanked him for taking action, some marveled at his marksmanship and skill, and some were surprised at his ability to remove external prostheses with his bare hands.
For many questions, he answered them all in one sentence.
"Nothing but familiar hands and ears."
After he was fooled, he started bragging to the workers half-heartedly, turning the studio into his personal storytelling session.
It wasn't until dark that Porter took him out of the studio.
As soon as he went out, Mo Fan put his hand on Porter's shoulder, and with a little force, he clamped Porter's neck with the crook of his elbow.
Potter felt difficulty breathing, but he felt weak and did not dare to break away. He only dared to ask in a low voice:
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Mo Fan loosened his elbow slightly and patted Potter's arm.
"Brother Potter, although I have a good temper, you can't bully honest people, right?"
"How do you say this?"
"It's clearly written in the bodyguard contract. I'm only responsible for protecting your safety, and my services as a thug are not included. If you don't do this next time, you'll have to pay more if you do this again."
Porter now believes in the strength of Mo Fan's D-class mercenaries, so he still dares to look down upon him and nod his head repeatedly.
"No problem, I will definitely pay more next time."
Mo Fan let go of Potter and said happily: "Good brother, where should we go next?"
Potter hesitated for a moment, looked at Mo Fan carefully, and said, "I want to go to the Howling Werewolf tonight." "
""Howling Werewolf", isn't that the place where your last escort was killed? "
"Yes, that's right there."
Seeing Mo Fan frown, Porter quickly explained: "I have a reason."
"Leca, my former escort, was killed a week before the competition. Competitors who usually want to point guns at each other and chat were able to unite in a short period of time, making it impossible for me to hire a temporary escort. member."
"It's such a coincidence, it's so unnatural."
Mo Fan said: "Are you afraid that someone will join forces to deliberately kick you out of the game?"
Porter said frankly: "I'm worried that the decision to continue competing will make them change their goals and attack me directly."
"In this case, it's really the job a bodyguard should do."
Mo Fan touched his chin and asked, "But they may also try their old tricks again and send people to kill me too."
Porter: "You're too strong, it would be easier to kill me."
Mo Fan shrugged and said, "Okay, then I will accompany you to the Howling Werewolf."
Mo Fan had heard about howling werewolves.
The Howling Wolf is different from other bars in that it is not located in the center of a busy commercial street, but is located on the edge of the commercial street in an abandoned factory near the industrial area.
Its theme is not about drinking and hunting for sex, but more like an underground band performance venue, a holy place for all the musical teenagers in Yefeng Town.
Rock, metal, electronic music...
As long as it can make the audience excited, anyone can apply to come on stage to perform a song.
On the way, Mo Fan asked: "What is the approximate level of your former escort?"
Porter: "Leka worked as a mercenary for a while before becoming an escort, but his marksmanship was average, only E-level. Later, he earned some money as an escort and had an arm stabilizer transplanted. Maybe he reached D-level."
"Did you transplant a prosthetic body? It's better than I thought."
Porter thought of Mo Fan's ability revealed today and said excitedly: "But I'm sure Leka is far inferior to you."
"Brother, I'm convinced today. No wonder the Bodhisattva respects you so much. Are you really the original body? Did you go to the satellite city to undergo advanced prosthetic surgery and deliberately spread the false news?"
Mo Fan said: "I'm not that bored, it's just that I don't have a prosthetic body that I like at the moment."
"Then how did you train your body to be like this? That strong man from the Black Snake Gang, I feel that even if he doesn't wear an industrial exoskeleton, he is so strong that he can tear apart a car with his bare hands. A pistol probably can't penetrate his muscles, but big brother You can defeat him with just two feet."
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you." Mo Fan said with a smile.
"Really, how much does the tuition cost!" Potter was somewhat moved.
"It's free, but the process is a bit hard."
"Do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run ten kilometers every day until your head becomes bald, and then you can grow hair from your bald head, and you will be as strong as me."
