His cloudy eyes lit up. The middle-aged man reached out to hug Vincent's leg, but Vincent avoided him.
"I am willing, I am willing, please save me first, I am willing to pay any amount you want!" the middle-aged man begged hysterically.
Vincent gave in in disgust. If this was not his first business, he might not save it. If he did, he would be a waste of society.
This middle-aged man borrowed a loan shark because of his gambling. It was very pitiful that he was forced into debt, but it was also his own fault. His gambling addiction will never stop him.
But this guy has one little benefit, he is here right now, just enough to pay their commission and the original debt.
Under the middle-aged man's hopeful gaze, Vincent took a few steps back, looked directly at the tattooed man and said, "Now, I'm ready to go wild."
"Hahahaha okay!" The tattooed man laughed a few times as if he had heard a big joke, and suddenly pulled the trigger of the pistol cleanly, "Go to hell!"
With the "bang" gunshot, the people on Brother Bao's side were laughing, and the faces of all the people brought by Vincent changed greatly.
For a moment in the human senses, Vincent not only heard the explosion, but also heard a subtle sound coming from the thing the other party pointed at him, followed by the sound of wind caused by the friction between metal and air.
Danger!
Vincent's expression also changed slightly, he moved his body quickly, and jumped onto the cargo boxes stacked two meters high like a tiger.
From such a short distance, with the accuracy of the tattooed man, he can definitely kill him with one shot.
Vincent avoided the fatal blow aimed at the heart, but still couldn't get ahead of the bullet. Something hit his arm, and there was a burning sensation.
Human weapons are indeed powerful, and he is still a love rival.
When Vincent was upset, all the humans in the room were shocked, including the few brought by Vincent, and they all forgot to react at this moment.
Vincent looked at a small hole in his arm, anger appeared on his face, and he clenched his fists. The muscles in his arm instantly swelled larger and harder, and blood was forcefully forced out of the wound.
"Ah!" Vincent roared like a beast.
The roar echoed in the closed factory, making people's eardrums buzz, and the air seemed to tremble slightly.
There was only a "ding" sound, and a particle with a metallic luster flew out of Vincent's arm. The bullet was squeezed out by powerful muscles.
Vincent stopped shouting, and the factory suddenly became silent. Only the bullets bouncing on the ground jingled, and the sound was particularly sharp, stimulating people's nerves.
"Impossible, how can a person be faster than a gun?" The tattooed man was loyal to his inner fear. His hands and feet became weak, and he could no longer hold the gun steadily. He fired a few more shots in succession, but his accuracy was worse than before.
Vincent jumped several times to avoid the bullets, and in an instant he was behind the tattooed man. He grabbed his gun hand with one hand, strangled his neck tightly with the other, and smashed him against the wall.
Fatty Gao Xiu and others opened their eyes wide and thought: Here they come.
This was how Baldhead was beaten to death in the first place.
However, when the tattooed man's head was still one centimeter away from the wall, Vincent suddenly paused and pressed his head against the wall instead.
"I'm here to do business today, not kill people."
Vincent's breath when he spoke sprayed on the tattooed man's mouth and nose. The tattooed man swore he smelled the smell of blood. His body trembled, and a stream of urine emanated from between his legs, and the color of his crotch also darkened.
Vincent immediately took a few steps back, and of course, he touched the pistol that might have threatened him.