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The charm of spicy hot pot is that it’s so spicy that it makes you gasp, but you still can’t bear to stop using your chopsticks.

Spicy, not taste, but pain.

It hurts and is addictive!

So loving spicy food and eating spicy food are actually the same principle.

Off topic.

Mike chose to "hide" in the Bigfoot Gang's warehouse. The Bigfoot Gang's case was pending. After the police collected evidence, they put a seal on it and ignored it.There are also white lines on the ground marking the body's position and posture.

Mike didn't know when the vampire would come to his door, so he simply moved the hot pot guy over, without any of the tension before the battle.

Mike glanced at Blade and asked, "How did you find this place?"

Blade didn't answer Mike's question, but asked: "You know me?"

"of course."

Mike replied: "Since you have chosen to fight against vampires, you should be able to collect relevant information. You are notorious among vampires. Should I call you 'Blade Runner' or 'Sunwalker'?"

"Sunwalker, I prefer this title." The Blade Warrior actually thought about it seriously.

"Okay, Blade." Mike played the old trick again, "Please feel free to sit down and have something to eat?"

The Blade Runner is half-human and half-vampire. He lacks desire for human food. Moreover, the red soup base in the pot is boiling and rolling. Are you sure it is food? Is it some kind of chemical weapon?

"No, it's fine."

Blade decisively refused, "But, you're not worried at all?"

"Is it useful to worry?"

"It's useless."

"That's it."

"But……"

"No but...Blade."

Mike interrupted Blade, "You have too many questions. Out of courtesy, you should answer my questions first."

"The vampire is my prey, and you are the vampire's prey. So..."

"The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind?"

"Sorry, but - yes. As for how to find you... I captured one of Deacon Firth's men. I have quite a lot of experience in 'communicating' with vampires, and the bones of Dickon's men are not good at all. Speak a little bit of 'reason' and he will tell you what you want to know." Blade glanced outside the warehouse, "If there are no accidents, Deacon and his men will surround this place within 15 minutes. So if you want to leave, , it’s still too late.”

There were a bit too many words, and they didn’t fit in with Mike’s memory of Blade.But they are here to report the news and save you. Why don’t you say a few more words?

Favorability +1.

"Two 10 minutes." Mike said in a confused tone.

"What?" The Blade Warrior was confused.

"I mean, it takes at least 10 minutes for a vampire to show up." Mike explained with a smile: "This is Hell's Kitchen, where all the demons are dancing. Are vampires great? Don't other gangs need to show their dignity by running into other people's territory with such force?"

Either fight or communicate.

Mike guessed it was the latter.

The fact that the vampires set up their factory in Hell's Kitchen indicates that they are cooperating or reaching some kind of agreement with local gangs.

Regardless of the former or the latter, it takes time.

"Hahaha, interesting..." Mike laughed heartily.

Damn Hell's Kitchen.

Blade: (⊙︿⊙), the situation is different from what he thought.

First, the prey hunted by a vampire eats spicy hotpot in a warehouse.

Then the prey has no trace of fear.

This made the Blade Warrior think of a possibility, his eyes burning under his sunglasses.

Mike seemed to have guessed what the Blade Warrior was thinking, and said: "Yes, I leaked the information myself. It's not clear who is the hunter and who is the prey. Do you really not want to order some, the authentic Chinese spicy hot pot..."

Mike never forgets Amway’s delicious food.

Blade Warrior: "..."

Looking at the boiling red soup, at a certain moment, he actually had the idea of ​​trying it.

"What a terrible thought."

Blade decided to divert his attention and caught a glimpse of the two knives leaning against the sofa.

"Is this your weapon?"

Two silver samurai swords, sponsored by Fat Jerry, plus the Nichirin sword in the system space, there are exactly three.

"Yes." Mike said, "I am a three-sword swordsman."

Blade: [?9?9_?9?9?]

Three-sword swordsman?

Heard it for the first time.

And there are only two swords, so where does the three-sword style come from?

Blade was silent for two seconds, changed his original plan, and said, "I can stay and help."

"No, no, no, no need!"

Mike quickly rejected Blade's offer.

The commission to rescue Lisa has ended, and dealing with Deacon is an after-sales service that Mike pays for out of his own pocket - although Fat Jerry's cool operation prevented Mike from losing money and even made a small profit.

But it’s good to use the possessed card to gain some experience.

Blade didn't know whether Mike was confident or arrogant, but he was never the kind of superhero who said, "I'm doing this for your own good, and I can't help you if you don't let me."

He took a deep look at Mike, said "I hope you can survive." and left the warehouse.

In words, he still disliked Mike.

After hunting Deacon for many years, Blade knows Deacon quite well.Deacon's fighting skills can only be said to be okay, but he is very cunning and rarely appears in public.When fighting, you must let your younger brother go first. The advantage is to use your words and sneak attacks from behind. If you see an opportunity, you can run away immediately. You can betray your younger brother without blinking an eye.

Blade did not leave after leaving the warehouse, but hid in the shadows as planned.

More than 20 minutes later, several vehicles drove into the dock area at lightning speed and braked suddenly outside the warehouse. The tires rubbed against the ground, making a tooth-aching sound and leaving long traces.

Mike glanced outside and calmly took out two cards: "Use the cards."

More than fifty vampires got out of the car, feeling like a gathering of young and Dangerous people.Deacon Firth's suit and leather shoes, one step forward, the image of a talkative person in Causeway Bay comes to life.

Dickon waved his hand, and the vampires behind him surrounded the warehouse from both sides. The remaining seven or eight followed him, and Shi Shiran entered the warehouse.

The moment he saw Mike, Deacon thought of the portrait puzzle made by Sansa, and he just wanted to yell at people: Are these the same person?

I just regret that Sansa is dead and can’t be killed again.

However, Deacon was instantly convinced that he was the right person.

There was no fear in Mike's eyes, but a hint of unexplained playfulness.This made Deacon irritable and angry——

Human, why are you not afraid!

You should be afraid!

Must be afraid!

Then he crawled at the feet of the noble blood clan and humbly begged for help.

"It's you?"

"Yes, it's me. You shouldn't have come..."

"kill him!"

Deacon snapped, forgetting the thought of grabbing Mike and slowly torturing him.

"whispering sound."

Mike also wants to play Cologne Terrier, but he doesn’t know how to cooperate. Bad review!

Four vampires rushed towards Mike from four directions.

bass!

Two silver samurai swords were unsheathed.

The sword flashed out, drawing two arcs, and easily cut the four vampires into black and gray.

Mike laughed: "One will kill one, two will kill one pair, four will kill two squares..."

Deacon didn't give Mike a chance to show off, took the submachine gun from his hand, and fired wildly at Mike.

Mike closed his eyes and opened his eyes when he saw, heard, and felt domineering.

At that moment, Deacon felt as if he was being stared at by a colorful tiger, and he was the little white rabbit trembling under the tiger's gaze.

I saw Mike holding a knife in both hands, dancing in front of him, cutting all the bullets in half.

ding ding ding...

"how is this possible!"

Deacon was stunned.

So the question is, can the Blade Warrior cut bullets?

Answer: No!

But the Blade Warrior, who couldn't cut bullets with his sword, chased and killed the vampires alone.

Deacon understood that it was time to make a strategic retreat and sell his little brother.