When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 35 Hell's Kitchen
This is a low-slung apartment building. The walls that have just been painted and maintained, as well as the newly planted greenery outside the apartment building, can't hide its rotten smell in the slightest.

Standing on top of it and looking farther away, the entire area is like the widest swamp in the Amazon forest. While exuding a strong stench, it also instinctively devours everything it touches.

In one of the inner rooms of the apartment building, Graves sat cross-legged on a wooden bench, a snatched pistol in his right hand and a half-lit cigar in his left.

"Say what you said just now?"

Graves glanced at the ground, and there were some green banknotes lying scattered on the dusty floor.

The money is not too much, but a rough judgment is also a few thousand dollars more.

"It's really gone."

A man's pleading voice sounded.

In front of Graves, there was a green ceiling fan, and on the ceiling hook where the ceiling fan should have been placed, was a tightly bound man hanging upside down.

After finishing off those two NYPDs last night, Graves caught a young gangster nearby and roughly asked what was going on in the underground world of New York.

then;

He rushed to the "paradise" in the mouth of that little bastard - Hell's Kitchen overnight.

In just a few hours, Graves felt that he had fallen in love with this place. The turbid and humid air, this land full of crime and violence made him feel the 'warmth' of home.

If the difference in geographical environment is excluded, he would like to call this place the second place in Piraeus!
There is no need to investigate in advance, nor to knock on the door to ask for directions, just relying on his own feelings, breaking into a room at will, and he can meet guys who are as 'dirty' as himself.

The 'criminal density' here is close to Bilgewater.

And he, who is all about making money, has already harvested half a backpack of "change" after working for most of the day.

'Snapped'

A lit cigar hit the man in the face.

Graves stood up impatiently, glanced at the still hungry backpack, and put his face in front of the man, "They all told me that you are the leader of the team."

Say it.

He took a few steps to the side, and there was still some white powder left on the table. This kind of thing was also found in Runeterra, so he understood what it meant.

A fanboy said that he only had a few thousand dollars in his hand, and Graves felt that the person in front of him was playing himself for a fool.

The previous speed of making money seemed a bit slow, so he purposely asked several well-meaning people before finding this one, but he found that this one didn't seem to like talking to him properly.

"Really."

The man's throat quivered.

Not long ago, he saw this rough man in front of him suddenly barging in, and then neatly tidied up the few good players he had recruited one by one like chopping melons and vegetables.

Ok.

They fell neatly to the ground, and have not moved until now.

He swears that in the 'well-behaved' Hell's Kitchen, no one would dare to act like this rough guy in front of him.

This rough guy is like a stunned young man, he doesn't care about the rules set by everyone, he hits hard when he comes up, and wants to play black and black.

If that person finds out about this kind of thing, this rough guy will be sunk even if he can beat him. However, before that person knows about it, the man feels that he seems to be in greater danger.

"Ha ha."

Graves smiled, the fan in front of him was tougher than he imagined.

He raised his right hand, reversed the direction of the pistol, and then smashed it directly into the man's mouth with the handle.

"what!!!"

The man let out a miserable cry, spurting out blood and broken teeth together.

"You may not know, but I like to speak hard, in Port Piraeus, hey."

Graves shook his head and didn't continue, he felt that action would be more convincing.

The thick rope was played out of hand by Graves, and the man was finally brought to the right, but before the blood flowed from his brain, he suddenly found that the other party seemed to be considerately wrapping a scarf around his neck.

"Money and life, choose one."

Graves didn't have the patience to grind any further.

he needs money;

He doesn't know the exact amount, but the more the better.

"Really, it's gone." The man's snot and tears came out, and he whimpered: "I just sold the goods yesterday, and I haven't had time to get back the money."

Graves narrowed his eyes, "Can you still pay for the goods first?"

"Yes, yes, no one dares to break the rules." The man paused after speaking halfway, as if there was one in front of him.

Graves sighed and straightened his back, but he wouldn't be so eager to do it at his own pace.

Maybe he will first see if he can deceive a few local tyrants, and if he can't be deceived, he will use violence;
But now, for a limited time, he felt like he was running a race against death.

He has been in Hell's Kitchen for nearly ten hours, which is an embarrassing and dangerous time, because these ten hours are enough for the local forces to notice his behavior.

Even the cops who were searching for him in Harlem at this time might chase after them like sharks following the smell of blood.

As a young expert who has been repeatedly jumping on the edge of law and danger for a long time, he knows how to protect himself to the greatest extent, but just when he was about to retreat, a warm light and words suddenly appeared in his mind.
'boom'

The gun butt hit the man's face again, and the splashed blood spilled on the ground, reflecting a crystal luster under the sunlight.

The man's wailing didn't stop, but Graves' grumpy voice sounded, "I'll give you one last chance, one of your friends has cash."

"Yes, yes." The man's desire to survive was instantly filled, "There is a very mysterious person who seems to be here tonight to explain something."

"Be specific!"

"Specific." The man cried, "I don't know the specifics, I just heard a fan friend mention it, saying that it is on the east side of Hell's Kitchen"

Nanke's Tavern;
After Boss Liao narrated a certain wonderful experience of his, he looked up at the time, then stood up with some regret, and said in his mouth: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

"No need." Nan Ke waved his hand.

He was a little interested in Boss Liao's fortune-telling experience at first, after all, listening to me is much more real than watching a documentary.

But after listening to Boss Liao's slightly modified experience, Nan Ke felt that it would be more realistic to watch a documentary.

At this time, the two old men came in from the outside, and their shorts and vests were replaced by black suits. Looking at them inadvertently, they really looked like "The Godfather".

"All ready?" Boss Liao asked.

"It's all ready, and Hell's Kitchen has also said hello. They will send someone to clear the venue." The old man in the top hat replied, he still had the cattail fan in his hand, but there seemed to be something black stuck to it behind the cattail fan.

"Okay." Boss Liao nodded, then turned around and told Nan Ke specifically: "You'd better not go out, this kind of small scene won't make you make another trip."

"it is good."

Nan Ke knew that the reason Boss Liao ordered him to do so was because he was afraid of getting himself into trouble;
But on the other hand, he also tried his best to show himself in front of himself.

After all, since their 'union', their side has already demonstrated enough strength;
As for Boss Liao, apart from completing the initial application for the certificate, it seems that he has not successfully shown off his muscles.

Therefore, Boss Liao is very hungry now, and desperately wants a channel to express himself!

Nan Ke understood this idea.

So after Boss Liao and others left, he went to the back door of the tavern by himself, changed direction, and rushed over to Hell's Kitchen.

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So any new friends to count the votes?
(End of this chapter)