The gangster opened his mouth wide, but before he could scream, the black-haired woman crossed her arms, turned around, and threw him to the ground with a fierce over-the-shoulder throw, making a dull thud.
The gangster suffocated on the spot and never had the chance to scream.
Then there was the sound of fists hitting flesh, the clanging of tables, chairs, benches, wine glasses and other miscellaneous items flying everywhere, and then the screams of the gangsters.
But what was most fascinating was the series of curses that came out of the black-haired woman's mouth like popping beans.
Even Luke, who was usually calm, looked froze.
Watching the melee in the field, he leaned his head close to Vanessa's ear and said, "She looks much more capable than you in fighting."
Vanessa rolled her eyes at him again, which made him feel itchy inside.
The black-haired woman was very powerful, but not in the way a professional could be powerful. More like a typical street brawler.
They pulled hair, grabbed ears, twisted fingers, slapped faces, kicked crotches, and beat the gang of hooligans until they cried for their parents.
But in this unfair fight, her eyes were also red and her mouth was swollen.
Luke smacked his lips: "You really won't help?"
He actually liked the black-haired woman. She was fierce and tough enough, but... she talked too much dirty talk.
Curses like "I'll kick you all, you're only fit to eat my shit, you're maggots in the cesspool" came out like water, assisting the fists and kicks, causing tons of mental damage to the gangsters on the opposite side.
Unfortunately, she was a woman after all, and she was facing seven or eight men. After beating up three of them, she was knocked to the ground by the remaining four thugs, who surrounded her and started beating her up.
The dry martini in the hand of the bald black man next to him finally slipped, and the glass shattered into pieces with a clang, but he suddenly stood up and walked over with a few big strides.
Bang! Snap! Puff! Snap!
After a few consecutive noises, some of the four thugs who had beaten up the black-haired woman fell unconscious on the spot.
Some screamed loudly and hugged their ankles which were turned into a Z shape, some knelt on the ground and vomited violently while holding their stomachs, and there was one unlucky guy who was kicked down by the black bald guy and then he was stomped on the face by his big foot.
While performing such a brutal action, the bald man showed an extremely gentle smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to the black-haired woman who staggered up from the ground: "Can I get to know you? I think I've fallen in love with you."
"Puff!" Luke spat a mouthful of juice onto the ground.
He originally thought that the bald guy would ask something like "Are you okay?", but who knew it would be this.
The key point is that after the black-haired woman was beaten up, her hair was disheveled, her face was swollen in several spots, and her clothes were covered with wine, dust and debris. At first glance, she looked like a beggar.
The person is in such a state, how can the black bald man say such a thing? Shouldn't he send the person to the hospital first!
As a result, the black-haired woman staggered to her feet, turned her head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then looked at the bald man with disdain and said, "How old are you? You have no hair at all, and you still want to learn how to pick up girls like young men!" Then she limped out.
The bald man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter and bent over with laughter.
When Vanessa saw the situation over there, she was stunned for a moment and then chuckled.
When the black-haired woman pushed the door open and walked out, the bald man stopped laughing, stood up quickly and followed her out.
Luke blessed from afar: "Come on, I'm rooting for you."
The bald man didn't even turn around. He just made a "two" gesture to him and disappeared at the door.
Luke smacked his lips. "Is this what the beholder sees in beauty?"
Vanessa looked puzzled and hummed softly.
At this moment, another group of people rushed out from the side passage and just passed by her.
Seeing Vanessa sitting by the bar, a group of people stopped and turned their heads: "Beauty, let's have a drink together." Then several people surrounded her.
Luke smelled the strong smell of alcohol on these people and knew that they were out of their minds.
Rolling his eyes, he grabbed Vanessa beside him and said, "Mine. You can go now."
The drunkards didn't care about what he said. They approached with dull and decadent smiles on their faces, and several hands reached out to touch Vanessa's body.
Luke grabbed a wine corkscrew on the bar with his free right hand, then raised it and stabbed it down, raised it and stabbed it down again.
Within one second, he repeated this step four times, and four people knelt down at his feet, holding their hands and screaming.
"Are you sober? If so, get out." He said impatiently and threw away the bottle opener with traces of blood and flesh in his hand.
"Go to hell!" A drunkard who didn't stretch out his hand seemed to sober up a little and raised his hand to touch his waist.
Luke leaned leisurely on the bar, looking at this guy quietly.
The drunkard pulled his hand out from behind his waist, and it turned out to be a pistol.
In Luke's eyes, this guy's movements were as slow as an old cow.
He raised the corner of his mouth, and suddenly lifted up his right leg that was lightly touching the ground, and kicked the man's gun hand with his toes. The gangster loosened his hand in pain, and the gun flew into the air, spinning and landing in front of Luke.
Raising his hand to catch the fallen pistol, Luke pointed the muzzle downward and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The man screamed and knelt down, with a hole appearing on his calf.
Luke nodded: "It's still loaded, it's your own bad luck."
When he fired the gun, the other three thugs also reached for their waists.
Luke didn't waste any words this time. He fired two shots, and the remaining three people immediately followed the fate of the drunkard in front of them. Their calves were filled with holes and they knelt on the ground screaming.
He then walked up to them, took away their pistols, and took out a car key from the first unlucky guy who pulled out a gun.
"Let's go, these people should have accomplices." He said as he picked up Vanessa and walked out of the bar.
After they went out, their broken car had disappeared.
Luke was not surprised by this. If anyone dared to take out a cell phone here, someone would immediately chase after him and be ready to snatch it away at any time, and cars were naturally no exception.
Luke took the car key in his hand and walked directly to a Toyota pickup truck. He inserted the key and turned it, and the door opened.
Vanessa was not surprised because there was only one Toyota car in front of the bar.
The two got in the car, and Luke asked, "Going to the airport?"
Vanessa thought about it and shook her head: "Let's walk around the city. The flight still has to wait for two hours."
Luke nodded and drove slowly forward.
Without purpose or direction, the two of them just wandered around the city casually.
As the night progressed, San Pedro Sula became even more chaotic.
The sporadic gunshots and screams showed that it would never spend the night in peace.
The two people in the car were silent.
We are about to part.
Although there is no sadness, but thinking about the leisurely vacation they spent in the past ten days, they still feel reluctant to leave.
The sound of car engines gradually grew louder from the back. Two cars approached quickly and stopped in front of the Toyota pickup with a squeak.