Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Chapter 184.

Manhattan, Harlem.

As usual, an abandoned warehouse.

Only a few chandeliers were lit here and there.

Directly below one of the chandeliers, a thin, gray-haired Caucasian old man was handcuffed to a support post with his hands wrapped around him.

It was the captured stick man.

However, there were no scars on his face, his body was not messed up, and his breath was still normal. It seemed that he hadn't been tampered with by hand, at least for the time being.

It's just that the handcuffs are tight, clinging to the skin.

The stick man moved his ears slightly, and he heard the sound of crutches hitting the ground from far to near, but he didn't hear any footsteps.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, but his hands clenched into fists, and then his tightly bound wrists felt a burning pain.

Although he couldn't hear the sound of footsteps, in Gunsou's keen perception, the incomparably surging life energy was concentrated in a thin and small body, like a humanoid oven, and as bright as the scorching sun in the sky.

The stick man knew that this was a powerful existence he was all too familiar with, and following the sound of the crutches, it was slowly approaching him.

Feeling the incomparably powerful Kunlun Qi, although Gunsou's eyes were cloudy and lifeless, between his brows, there was a trace of envy, a trace of unwillingness, and more of boundless anger.

But it was only fleeting, and Gujing Wubo's expression was restored immediately.

"Old friend Stick, I hope you don't mind the poor hospitality." An old female voice followed the sound of the crutches.

This is all handcuffed to the pillars, and the person who still speaks Cantonese in this way, you don't need to ask who it is.

"Gao, you're still so hypocritical." The old man sneered, but he didn't get angry. He couldn't tell that Mrs. Gao had taken him to his nest first, and then he was "invited" to handcuff him here.

But there is nothing good to say about it.

Stick still spoke English, but he obviously understood what Mrs. Gao was saying.

Mrs. Gao was also not angry, she was still smiling, her tone was flat as if a neighbor from the neighborhood had just met, she chatted, and said: "Old friend, I haven't seen you for many years, why bother to speak ill and hurt others when you come here?"

What else can it be because, because seeing your face of being obedient even after getting a cheap one, I'm so fucking heartbroken.

In the circle where there are only A and C numbers in mind, and there is no number in the middle, Mrs. Gao is definitely the best.

The stick man replied disdainfully: "Stop talking about such useless things, I'm too lazy to talk to you."

Mrs. Gao nodded and said: "Okay, please speak quickly, then I will ask directly, how much do you know about the young man who defeated Botu, Aaron Walker?"

Stick shrugged his shoulders, and replied indifferently: "I'm sorry I can't help you, I only know the name, you can look up the rest yourself, you know, I can't move around."

"Old friend, I don't want to be hard on you, but don't make it difficult for me. I can't bear to do it to you. Suowanda is happy to do it for you."

Mrs. Gao stood beside Gun Sou, and said sincerely.

According to this, Mrs. Gao is still playing the trick of one being a bad face and the other being a red face.

Stick curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Hey, is that so? Then quickly call that boy from the beach, I just want to loosen my bones."

Madam Gao still asked patiently: "How did you find him? What's so special about him?"

But the stick man didn't answer, just sneered, and asked instead: "Why do you care so much? Why don't you just look for it? Oh, or should a mere blogger make you shrink back?"

Mrs. Gao sighed: "Oh, old friend, after all these years, you are still so angry. We just want to have a talk with him, to talk things over, nothing else."

Gunsou sneered again: "Hey, just talking like this? That's really interesting."

Mrs. Gao asked again, but the old man was either talking about him or ridiculing him.

In short, not a single good word, not a single useful word.

Mrs. Gao looked helpless at this moment, she shook her head and said, "Okay, old friend, since you insist on this, I have no choice but to ask Suowanda to come and entertain you for me, excuse me."

After Mrs. Gao finished speaking, seeing that the stick man didn't even answer, a trace of imperceptible anger flashed in his eyes, but he still shook his head and left with a smile on his crutches.

Stick's ears trembled slightly, and when the sound of the crutch gradually faded away, Mrs. Gao's breath gradually faded. He lifted his handcuffed hands up to his mouth, and opened his mouth according to a small red spot on the tiger's mouth in his left hand. He bit it open, and blood stained his teeth immediately.

But the stick man didn't care, squeezed and pinched the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and pulled out a metal wire more than ten centimeters long and the thickness of a paperclip from the wound!
Stick sucked a few mouthfuls on the wound on the tiger's mouth of his left hand to stop the bleeding. He pinched the metal wire with his right hand, stabbed it towards the wrist, and inserted it precisely into the keyhole of the handcuffs. Open at the sound.

Gunsou moved his right wrist a little, then opened the handcuffs on his left wrist, then closed the opened handcuffs again, and pinched them into two rings in his right hand, like a tiger with iron knuckles.

Just when the old man made a noise, two masked swordsmen in black jumped out of the shadows. When the old man held the handcuffs in his right hand, he had already drawn his sword out of its sheath, and attacked from behind diagonally from left to right. !

The stick man heard the wind in his head, but he didn't panic, as if he had expected it, he lowered his head, stepped hard, turned his body strangely, and his figure blurred, and avoided the deadly attack at a very fast speed. Murderous Intent even circled directly behind a masked swordsman in black!

The black-clothed masked swordsman made one move, but before he could recover his strength, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, then his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The old man punched a black-clothed masked swordsman who was lying down, and then his hand was like lightning, and he grabbed the swordsman's wrist, squeezed it, and turned his wrist. !
In an instant, a cold light flashed again, with a touch of scarlet blood!
When a long sword fell to the ground with a clatter, another black-clothed masked swordsman was already covering his throat with his hands, and blood continued to overflow from his fingers. He struggled and took two more steps. He followed in the footsteps of his companions, fell to the ground with a plop, and remained silent.

The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, in the blink of an eye, the winner has been decided, and life and death have been decided!
Gun Sou stabbed down with his sword without any hesitation, right on the back of the black-clothed masked swordsman who had been knocked out by his handcuffs before, and the long sword sank deeply into his body until it reached his heart.

The masked swordsman in black twitched for a while, and then stopped moving again, allowing the blood to flow out from under his body, slowly spreading out into one piece.

But the stick man had long been submerged in the darkness, and he was nowhere to be seen.

(End of this chapter)