Red Dead Redemption Dawn

"Mr. Edwin will go back to the bar later to explain some things and deal with some things. Although he is in the city, I think it's better to inform Mr. Wick." Danny did his due diligence to Edwin.

"Of course, this is my responsibility, thank you, I'll prepare now, and then I'll wait at the door." John nodded and walked towards his room.

Back in the room, John picked up another pistol, put it away, and walked out the door.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. John waited for about five minutes by the carriage outside the door, and Mr. Edwin came out of the villa dressed properly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wick." Like all men in London, Mr. Edwin was a gentleman.

John didn't respond, but nodded with a smile. Then Mr. Edwin got into the carriage, and John followed on the left side of Mr. Edwin's carriage on the American stallion that Danny's butler had ordered to wash. Two hired guards followed behind.

John took out his pocket watch and looked at it. The score was 4.30.

The scenery of the countryside along the way was quite good. It was already past 5 pm when John and his party came to a bar.

Wen Ye Bar, the very colorful name John commented after seeing it. After the group of four entered, Mr. Edwin said to the clerk at the bar.

"Prepare three dinners for the three gentlemen, I'll deal with some things, you guys have something to eat first." Edwin turned to the three and said, and then went to the bar office.

The bar is quite big, with eight wine tables and one gaming table, and now there are more and more customers. After a while, the clerk handed the three a sumptuous dinner, fawn fried steak and a bowl of oatmeal.

"Bring me two servings like this." John said to the clerk, he hadn't eaten lunch yet.

The clerk looked back at a certain guy in charge, the guy nodded, and then the clerk went to the back kitchen.

Just when John was eating the third serving, the door of the bar was pushed open roughly, and five or six gangsters with thick looks and three thick figures walked in. It was not easy to find such a group of guys.

"Aha, the business here seems to be very good." Then, the long-haired brother, who was in the middle, walked directly to the bar and pushed John away.

John, who was pushed to the side, didn't care, but took advantage of the situation to tidy up his clothes, and looked at these gangsters with interest.

"You are the boss here, listen, my name is Jack, and we are very hungry. One of us will give us a portion of this food." Brother Chang Mao sat down and said to the hotel's acting boss.

"Five dollars a piece, a total of 30 dollars." The boss calculated the price without changing his face, and then asked the long-haired brother.

"$30? Are you kidding me? This **** costs $30? You're kidding me!" The long-haired brother got angry on the spot, then grabbed John's dinner and slapped the boss in the face, the boss quickly parried, Looking around at the situation, there was going to be a fight, some people ran to a safe corner, and some were clamoring and booing.

When Brother Longhair made his move, the two guards beside John dutifully stepped forward and shouted.

"Hey, long-haired monster, take your people out of here immediately, I'll just say it once."

When Brother Changmao heard that he was told to leave, he was excited, "Ow~ look who this is? Our hero." Brother Changmao was about the same height as John but much stouter, standing half a head taller than the guard.

Saying that, Brother Long Hair immediately squeezed the guard with one hand and was about to lift it up, but the other hand squeezed his wrist.

Brother Changmao looked at the owner of the wrist, "Where's the little white face? You don't go to the rich people, and you come here to be a hero? Or do you want me to shove my **** into your mouth?" Full score for taunt skills.

"Shut your dog's mouth, the homeless man in the sewer." John took out the pistol and put it away, then stepped forward and squeezed Brother Long Mao's hand, and then punched Brother Long Mao with his backhand. This punch was sudden, The long-haired brother was caught off guard.

John staggered the stout, long-haired brother with one punch.

"You son of a bitch, your fist is quite heavy. Brothers beat him to the ground." After feeling John's inhuman strength, Brother Long Hair immediately greeted the younger brothers, but he turned around and looked beside him with a smile. The drinker at the show was outraged.

"It's funny, isn't it." The innocent drinking buddy was knocked unconscious by Brother Changmao's punch. After knocking this guy out, Changmao rubbed the face hit by John.

The younger brothers rushed up, and the two guards and John were not afraid of the crowd.

The guests around were extremely excited, waving the wine glasses in their hands and shouting, "Fuck him, oh~ that must hurt."

"Fuck these **** to death."

"Kill that little white face, I hate people who are more handsome than me."

There was a lot of noise, John's strength seemed to have been transformed, much bigger than the normal strong man, so although the troublemaker on the opposite side was stout, no one could withstand a few punches from John.

John's standard combination punches kept hitting these troublemakers. Of course, the troublemakers' counterattacks were not so easy to bear. The guard lying next to John was the best proof.

However, John's physical fitness obviously exceeded the expectations of the troublemakers. After a while, the three troublemakers lay upright on the ground and rolled their eyes, while John, who was punched a lot, confronted the rest of the people in high spirits.

There was another one who was having a good fight with the guards. In front of John were only the long-haired brother and a very shrewd-looking younger brother.

"Give you a chance, take these idiots and get out, or I'll throw you out later." John, who had some bruises on his cheeks, persuaded the two of them.

"Bah! Little White Face, I'll let you know what a man is later." Brother Chang Mao recovered from the punch he was hit earlier. Although his cheeks were high and swollen, his words were still so arrogant.

"I'm going to break at least five of your teeth." John walked over with fists in both hands.

"Come on!" Brother Chang Mao urged his younger brother to step forward, while he was behind him.

The younger brother tried it out for a while, and then a straight punch came, John flicked sideways, and then the younger brother threw a left hook, but was blocked. Then John dodged a right uppercut, and then John punched the younger brother's nose with a straight punch. The younger brother's nose instantly bleed violently. Just when John wanted to expand the victory, a huge fist suddenly rushed out from the side. The fist hit John's right cheek precisely, and the huge impact made John take four or five steps back instantly.

"Haha, little white face, you know what a fist is." Brother Chang Mao chased after him with his fists, raising his hand to hit him with a heavy punch. John hurriedly raised his hand to block, took three or four steps back to buffer the dizziness from the punch just now, and dodged the heavy punch from the front. The huge pain man's face was twisted instantly, and then his right hand immediately covered his liver uncontrollably, completely exposing his face in front of John. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

John then took an uppercut and slapped the long-haired brother on the chin. If a referee would have stepped forward to block John's victory at this time, unfortunately there is no referee here.

John kept hitting his cheeks and abdomen with his left and right uppercuts, and his face was gradually deformed under John's fist, and those rotten teeth were constantly flying out of his mouth, and his abdomen could hear it. To the sound of bones breaking, Brother Chang Mao will have to lie on the head of the bed for at least three months after this time. Then John finally punched the long-haired brother on the right face of the long-haired brother and fell to the ground.

There was a burst of cheers in the bar, "Ooh!"

"Beautiful little white face, haha." Someone on the second floor praised loudly, and then said to the people around him, "Five dollars, haha, I won."

"A sloppy, useless and stupid big guy who was actually turned over by a little white face." The guy next to him cursed and then reluctantly took out the money.

"Bah!" John spat out a mouthful of blood from the crack at the corner of his mouth. Then he said to several bar clerks, 'Take off all their clothes and burn them, then throw them out. Now you guys clean up.' Then John picked up the whisky that had fallen on the ground, took a glass of his own, rinsed his mouth, and spit into the barrel.

"What's going on?" Mr. Edwin said in confusion when he saw this scene.

"Mr. Edwin, these guys are here to make trouble. It's already the second batch. Fortunately, there is Mr. Wick this time." The shop owner explained.

"Cherman's little trick is really disgusting, Mr. Wick, it's very well done, now let's go back, the stench here makes me sick." Edwin patted John on the shoulder and praised. Go out and board the carriage.

John helped the awakened guard and walked out.