Chapter-25

This gentleman stands at a height of almost two metres. The upper body muscles give the impression that they are about to burst through the black shirt at any moment. It is possible to create a picture that resembles a leech by combining the beard with a face that has been altered and features that are exaggerated.

"What exactly are you up to?"

As soon as the burly man opened his mouth, a deafening sound dominated the frenetic music that was playing in the ballroom. This caused some of the people in the room to experience pain in their eardrums.

It's possible that the member of the tyrant's army who had his wrist cut off was horrified by the pain, which also caused him to lose his sense of reason. Right away, he started yelling at the large man!

"I'm going to beep your mother!!! What in the world are you doing! It was the hand of boss..."

Before the bearded man had finished spitting out all of the cuss words that had been caught in his throat, he brandished a palm-sized slap and drew it forcefully towards the other person's face. The power of the wave was so great that it even induced a gusty wind!

boom! !!

A heavy, muffled sound was all that could be heard. The member of the family who had run away was struck by a train and knocked unconscious by a fan in the same instant, just like a kite that had become detached from its string.

After colliding with the wall a second time, a loud noise was heard, and then it fell to the ground and twitched slightly; at the same time, blood mixed with the other liquids that were flowing out of Qiqiao.

Suddenly, a number of other people witnessed the death of their companions, and almost instantly, they all came to their senses.

This body type and this power unmistakably point to the existence of a power Mutant of the second order or higher, otherwise known as the end-time warrior!!!

Following Alex's response, the two remaining members of the group hurriedly mounted the companion who had been glared at by Alex, and they hurriedly escaped the bar, regardless of the lives of the other two members of the group.

Suddenly, Alex squeezed his wrist tightly, and the gangster who could not pull his hand out of the backpack was hurt to the point that his face was flushed, so he knelt down to beg for mercy. Alex did not release his grip on his wrist until the gangster had complied with his demands.

After witnessing the scene, the man with the beard suddenly had a realisation about it. Oh, it's just some thief and a petty fool, the rules of graffiti are written on the outside wall; don't you see them?

The man with the beard and the moustache immediately changed his expression, making him appear even more menacing, just like Zhong Ling from the place where he had come!

In point of fact, the rules of the bar are not written in words on the graffiti that can be found outside of the bar; rather, the rules are drawn using extremely abstract graffiti. It's possible that if you don't look at it intently for a few minutes, you won't be able to make out what's painted on it. I'm not sure. I had the impression that I was painting tomatoes and scrambled eggs...

The obvious solution to the problem of the petty theft committed by itchy thieves is to do away with the "tool" that they employ in their criminal activity.

The man with the beard did not know where to find a nearly meter-long thick-backed razor, so without saying a word, he simply hacked it straight into the right arm of the fugitive who was reaching into his backpack at the time.

Click!

For a man with a beard, slicing through tough arm bones is as simple as slicing through sugar cane.

After a moment of numbness, the painful nerves were finally transmitted to the brain, and the members of the rowdy family whose connections had been severed by the arm let out a heartbreaking scream at the same time.

The sloppy broken arm sprayed thick blood like a water gun, splashing it on the ground and on the bar, which caused the other bartenders to frown because their boss had increased their workload...

"Throw these two putrid pieces of meat into the affected area," the doctor instructed.

The bearded man will still have the blade of warm blood, and he will wipe it on the enraged tribe that was helplessly rolling around on the ground, and then he will wipe it back.

The other patrons did not pay any attention to the unfolding drama, and it had no impact on them in any way. The bartenders dragged out one of the two runaways who had no concept of the difference between life and death. They ought to keep dancing and dancing. Drink and drink.

At this point, I offered the bartender at the magazine some of the purified water that I had taken from my portion, and then I emerged from the shadows with two kettles that were completely full. After pausing to take in the scene in front of me, I ultimately decided to depart. Within a few minutes, I was engaged in combat.

"Guest, have those gentlemen given you any cause for concern? It is also my fault that I allowed them to enter the building. My name is Renault, and I'm the one in charge here at this establishment."

When the man with the beard and the name Renault saw Alex sitting still, he assumed that he was anxious about something. After that, he apologised and walked over to where Alex was standing before grabbing the broken hand that was still inside of his backpack. Just toss it in the garbage.

I just removed the broken hand, but while I was doing so, I made the accidental discovery that the wrist position of this broken hand had actually pinched a black mark!

It would appear that the pinched flesh had already begun to necrotize before the wrist was amputated!

"Oh? Could it be that you're a mutant, this guest?"

Renault did not even bother to look at the black mark that was on the broken arm's wrist when there was even the tiniest hint of a contradiction. Instead, he discovered that even the wrist bone had been pinched and crushed, which is impossible for regular people because they do not possess such power.

He just puzzled him a bit. If he was another mutant with the same level of power as him, then he ought to be more powerful. The young man appeared to be very underweight.

Obviously, it can't be generalised, because then all of those brain-enhanced Baptists would have big heads like aliens...

"I'm not, but it's possible that his hands have always looked like this. UU enjoying some reading time "

The expression on Alex's face was one of composure, and there was no sign of any fluctuations. In point of fact, he wanted to exhibit fear in order to give the impression to the other individual that he was a typical person.

However, his personality has always been this way, even when he was a child, and he is unable to act it out.

And because it was obvious to Renault that the other party was avoiding the subject on purpose, he gave up asking questions about it.

"Lukas, I couldn't believe it when you asked me to pour a glass of wine for that guest. There are other matters that require my attention. The guests are enjoying themselves and the drinks."

"Understand! Please take it easy, boss!"

He reached out and patted Alex on the shoulder before moving to the left.

When Alex learned that the bartender who had used clean water to trade yellow magazines with him was actually named Lukas, he felt a slight twitch in his mouth...

After that, a clear liquid with a mellow wine aroma was placed in front of him in a glass that was about the height of his thumb and contained in a glass that was about the same size. In times past, this was the white wine that was produced by using multiple times the amount of grain.

In spite of the fact that there is only a single cup, the value of it is sufficient to fill a tea kettle with clean water.

Alex was not courteous in any way. He grabbed the wine glass and poured some of the valuable liquid into his mouth before continuing. He felt a warmth start in his throat, move down to his stomach, and eventually spread throughout his entire body.

In spite of the fact that he does not struggle with alcoholism, he will not turn down any food that has the potential to fill him up with calories.

After that, Alex emptied two of the kettles' contents into his backpack before getting up and leaving the bar.

This alluring location was never at the top of his wish list.

Alex tore the black hood off his head, put the incident in the back of his mind, and continued on his journey after watching the never-ending road being burned by the scorching sun to the point where even the air became distorted.

At this very moment, three rioters who were holding shotguns were following the other party as they moved further and further away from the bar's property. They were riding on a motorcycle with vicious eyes watching the other party.