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The modification speed was slower than Downey had imagined. The old bartender asked Downey for tens of thousands of dollars with a bottle in his hand. He wanted to buy the best parts, the best alloys, and the best converters. To modify a war motorcycle.

The two shot boldly and spent money without blinking an eye. Seeing that it was profitable, someone came over to try to cheat some money, but was quickly spotted by the old bartender, and then Downey beat the man half to death.

The screams came and attracted the attention of many people. Some people with black backgrounds looked indifferent and impatient.

"This is the territory of the Irish gang, who dares to make trouble here?" A strong man with a grim face began to draw his gun, and according to the rules, he could kill these ignorant rookies.

Soon another person stopped him and told him quietly that the young man who hit someone was a mechanic who was in the limelight recently.

"Don't look at that guy who is young and ignorant, but as long as there is a chance to do something, he will definitely kill him. Recently, many people have been slaughtered by him."

People whispered, and many people cast concerned and apprehensive gazes at Downey, and those who had thought about doing something silently hid their guns, not daring to show any clues. Competing with this mutant, who would dare to fight in a second? There are gossip rumors circulating that unless this mutant is led to the wilderness, it is likely to be his home field wherever he goes.

This mutant seems to have the ability to continuously produce mechanical soldiers, but he doesn't know the specific upper limit.

Many people flinched and died down, but there were also guys who were not afraid of death who seemed to want to communicate with Downey, attracting many spectators.

A very strange person came in front of Downey. His whole body was covered with a thick black special uniform, and he even wore a hood on his head, which was not see through.

"Is this guy trying to provoke him? Or befriend him?"

"I bet he'll come back with three sentences at most. If it's not a big organization, who can win over that mutant?"

People were discussing, waiting to see the disgraced end of this guy.

The weirdo stood directly in front of Downey, looking at Downey without fear.

"Mr. Downey." The weirdo smiled, showing his fangs, as if he intended to let Downey see, "I send my greetings to you on behalf of the Thompson family."

The old bartender's crouched body trembled suddenly, and then he continued to install it as if nothing had happened, but his legs trembled a little, and he failed to fasten a ring for a long time.

Downey was expressionless: "I don't think I can say hello to you guys."

"Don't say that." The weirdo said politely, "You cleaned our Thompson family's stronghold last night, but your prestige is tight. Now your name has spread throughout the underground world, and your family's prestige has been demolished. In addition, my name is John Thompson."

"Then you said to start a war? You want to start a war with me in broad daylight?" Donnie smiled.

A vampire cannot see the sun, and will die if he sees it.

John was noncommittal, and he proposed to take the old bartender back. Their grievances would be canceled and no one would come to trouble Downey.

"This guy was originally a Hagui follower of our family, and it took him many years to find him." John explained.

"He's a Hagui clan? This is the first time I've heard of it, but this person is useful to me, so I can't hand it in." Donnie refused. He opened his eyes and spoke nonsense, pretending to be ignorant, and expressed Impossible to hand over the old bartender.

John Thompson's smile was a little stiff. He didn't believe that Downey would be such a "gentleman" and arrest people for no reason. Why didn't he torture him?

Look at the way the old fritter next to him is nodding and bowing, wishing he could dig his heart out, this mutant really knows nothing.

The old bartender Biao's acting skills are very good, his loyal look can fool anyone, even the movie star has to shout a word of convincing, the old bartender has practiced his acting skills over the years, and he talks nonsense when he sees people .

Downey glanced at the old bartender, resisted the urge to go up and kick him, took a step forward, and looked down at the vampire: "He is of great use to me, I won't hand him over to you."

These words made Downey extremely disgusted, he wished he could kick the old bartender to death. He suddenly thought, how about handing over the old bartender, and then have a real fight with the vampires.

John Thompson smiled again. He straightened his back and was polite. Despite his ugly attire, he still had the noble aura of pure blood. He told Downey that the Thompson family didn't want to hurt Downey because of a Hagui clan. If Downey insisted on not making friends, he would probably turn against the Thompson family and its affiliated small families.

Several weird men in the same attire appeared and surrounded Downey one after another. The nearby staff wanted to come over to fight, but they were scared away by the red eyes of these strange people, and they dared not come to seek death again.

"Mr. Downey, you should think about it one last time. Don't make mistakes." John Thompson persuaded Downey for the last time. His tone was threatening, but he secretly calculated in his heart that the time was almost up. Done, he should leave.

Donnie didn't speak for a long time. Seeing that John was about to leave, he squinted his eyes and suddenly said, "Okay, I'm convinced. I'll listen to you."

"What?!" John was stunned, and froze for a moment, looking at Downey in disbelief. There was no such thing in his script, which was completely different from what the man explained.

"Mr. Downey, what are you talking about... are you willing to hand over this old guy to me?" John was very nervous, with a pure-blood physique, his forehead was sweating, his tongue was tied, and he suddenly didn't know what to say next .

"Yes, here you go." Donnie sighed, pulled the old bartender over with a look of disgust, and told John that he could take him away.

John was stunned, and so was the old bartender. What was going on in this young man's mind? How could he sell the old bartender so easily?

Downey spread his hands to show his innocence, saying that he completely hated this old fritter, and was even more afraid of the power of the Thompson family. If the nobleman really wanted someone, he decided to cooperate with all his strength.

"The Thompson family? It was a misunderstanding before, it was all a misunderstanding, and our grievances have been wiped out from now on, that's what you said." Downey seemed to be very close to each other with a smile.

John broke out in a cold sweat, and said bravely, "Have you really thought about it? Don't think about it anymore?" He still wanted to struggle one last time, maybe there was still hope.

Downey nodded firmly, hoping to reconcile with the Thompson family.

The onlookers who were eating melons had been driven away by these strange people, and they were very embarrassed. They persuaded John to get rid of him quickly, and don't make trouble here, and move their shares.

"This is the property of the Irish gang. If you don't want to cause trouble, you should leave quickly."

"That's right, didn't they all compromise? What are you doing, take people away quickly."

People have persuaded John not to be so overwhelmed.

Even the old bartender rolled his eyes, looking very slippery. He saw the clue, so he lay down on the ground, and let the vampires quickly carry him away: "Following this guy can't eat well, sleep well, hurry up and rescue me!" Let's go, the old days are better."

John was trembling with anger, very embarrassed, very embarrassing, he had an impulse to kill this old fried dough stick and a bunch of melon eaters with his palm.