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Chapter 6 Red Neck

Three people came from the rednecks.

The leading redneck was muscular, with an American flag scarf wrapped around his head and a tight vest on his upper body, revealing his long shit-yellow chest hair. He wore jeans and cowboy boots on his lower body, looking like a western cowboy, and appeared to be in his forties.

The redneck looked fierce, and he looked at Roy. Seeing that he was just an ordinary young man, he sneered contemptuously, and then the redneck hooked his finger at Isabella:

"Damn bitch, did I let you go? Come back with me."

Isabella didn't stand up, but turned to look at Roy.

She knew Roy's temper too well.

Seeing this, the bald thug who was watching the place hurried forward and tried to say something in Red Neck's ear, but Red Neck did not give him a chance and pushed him away.

Then, the redneck turned his attention to Roy:

"Hey, bastard, what are you looking at? Do you want to die?"

Seeing what happened here, the guests at other tables turned their eyes over here, and quite a few people had gathered behind Redneck.

Roy stuck his half-smoked cigarette in the notch of the ashtray.

He stood up slowly.

With a height of 1 meters, he is completely at eye level with the rednecks.

The slightly bulging muscles and throbbing veins showed that his anger had been ignited, but there was no expression on Roy's face.

Looking at Roy's cold eyes, for a moment, the redneck was a little shaken, but seeing that so many people were watching and there were younger brothers following behind him, he must not lose face for the motorcycle gang.

The redneck took a step forward and stood in front of Roy with a provocative expression on his face, and a burst of laughter came from his younger brothers behind him.

Roy doesn't waste words either.

Take the initiative.

A right hook hit the red neck in the abdomen.

[Fighting: Fighting proficiency +1]

"what!"

Red Neck was hit hard in the abdomen and subconsciously covered it with his hands.

He swung his left fist and hit the red neck on the right side of his face.

A big tooth flew out.

[Fighting: Fighting proficiency +1]

Reach back with your right elbow and hit him hard on the left side of the face.

[Fighting: Fighting proficiency +1]

A forward kick.

The redneck dove straight into the crowd of onlookers.

[Fighting: Fighting proficiency +1]

When the two younger brothers saw this scene, they immediately put away their smiles, looked at each other, and for a moment they stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

Someone at the scene whistled.

There was also crackling applause.

The clean and sudden attack gave Roy an absolute advantage at the first strike.

There is only one thing to remember when fighting:
He who strikes first wins, he who strikes later kneels.

Roy took two steps forward, and when he passed the two red-necked guys, he held one of their heads with one hand and knocked them towards the middle.

boom--

The two of them suddenly saw stars.

Roy pulled the redneck out of the crowd, grabbed his hair, dragged him to the wooden table, and kicked him behind the knee, forcing him to kneel down.

Under everyone's astonished gaze,

Roy pulled out a dagger from inside his shoe.

He stood behind Red Neck and placed the still dizzy Red Neck's right hand on the wooden table.

"Open your five fingers!"

"what!"

The rednecks are naturally reluctant.

Roy pressed the dagger to the redneck's throat.

"no, do not want……"

Redneck spread his fingers.

The sharp tip of the dagger slowly jumped between the five fingers of Red Neck.

"This……"

Beads of sweat the size of beans slowly flowed down Red Neck's cheeks. The few heavy blows he had just suffered made him completely sober.

The dagger's movements became faster and faster.

The redneck's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Sudden.

Roy placed his palm on the redneck's palm. What is this?

What does he want?

The crowd watching the scene all widened their eyes when they saw this scene.

dong dong dong dong-

The sharp blade hit the wooden table, making continuous sounds.

The dagger jumped faster and faster.

Until it's dazzling.

The afterimage is almost there.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd:

"So fast……"

"What a quick technique."

"Great!"

at the same time,

As the dagger jumped quickly, Roy heard two consecutive prompt sounds:

[Using dagger: Dagger proficiency +1]

[Using dagger: Dagger proficiency +1]

After the two prompt sounds, the prompt sound will no longer sound even if Roy is faster.

It seems that you can't gain proficiency for free continuously.

The dagger stopped instantly.

Roy withdrew his hand.

At this moment, Redneck's crotch was already soaked with urine.

A smell of urine wafted out.

The redneck's eyes were wide open, and it was obvious that he was completely confused.

After a while,
Redneck took a deep breath, and the heart that had been hanging in the air gradually settled down.

Just when he was rejoicing that he had escaped, the dagger pierced directly into the back of his hand with lightning speed.

The enormous force caused the dagger to pierce through the palm and penetrate the wooden table.

There was another exclamation at the scene.

tick-tock-

The bright red blood began to overflow and slowly drip onto the ground.

ruthless!
It’s too thin!
The redneck let out a howling sound like a pig being slaughtered.

Roy sat back in his seat, picked up the half-smoked cigarette, and pressed it on the back of Redneck's injured hand.

Shila-

The sound of barbecue could be heard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Heart-rending screams.

Several other biker gang members squeezed in through the crowd.

Seeing that the eldest brother was nailed to the table with a dagger, they immediately drew out their knives. One of them lifted up his clothes and deliberately exposed his gun holster.

Roy slowly placed his Glock pistol and police badge on the table one by one.

"Police...Police?"

Seeing this, the motorcycle gang member who had just displayed his gun immediately covered the holster again with the corner of his clothes. The other accomplices looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

The bald thug who was guarding the place walked up and whispered a few words in the ears of several motorcycle gang members, and these people all behaved themselves on the spot.

"Why don't you get out yet?"

Hearing Roy's stern shout, several motorcycle gang members stepped forward cautiously and pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the back of Redneck's hand. Then, one on each side, they carried Redneck and fled the club.

After the biker gang members left, Roy took Isabella and left, returning to his apartment.

The apartment Roy rented was not big, with only one bedroom and one living room. It was old and run-down. It was located in Brooklyn, not far from the police station, and the price was relatively affordable.

When the two returned to the apartment, it was almost four o'clock.

In the apartment,
After taking a shower, Roy put the pistol under his pillow. This has always been his habit. As a scavenger, he must always be able to reach his gun at any time.

Looking at Isabella, who had just come out of the bath and had a hot body, Roy hooked his hand at her, and Isabella got into bed...

The night passed.

It was already noon when the alarm rang.

Roy yawned, pushed away the softness in his arms, and when he got up from the bed, the voice sounded in his mind again:
[Width +1]

Roy: "???"

He pulled out a measuring tape...

(End of this chapter)