012 A Flash of Anger

"How do you want me to send you to hell?"

Bul-Kathos looked at the ignorant little man in front of him, and his muscles began to swell.

For him, taking human life is a rare experience at any time.

But in his long fighting career, he has experienced more than once the taste of human life being extinguished in the tide of demons.

In that world, humans have always stood on the same side, and no human would think of attacking their compatriots.

Because just dealing with those demons that came like a tide has drained the last strength of their bodies.

Fighting between humans has always been a rare thing.

The murderous intent rose in Bul-Kathos's body, bringing not the kind of cold and piercing illusion, but the crisis of death and burning as if he was in the crater of a volcano about to erupt.

"Old man, please calm down!"

The big man named Luke said to Bul-Kathos.

"Although I also want to kill this guy, if you do this, it will lead to endless revenge from the gang!"

Luke keenly felt the burning murderous intent that made him breathless. He had no doubt that the strong old man with white hair in front of him could crush the gangster like crushing an ant.

Even if this happened, he would not be in danger.

But those gang members will definitely try their best to find this old guy, and this method definitely includes investigating everyone who is nearby at this time.

And the way the gang investigates will eventually turn into violence.

Luke is not worried about these, because ordinary attacks are not even itchy for him, but the old man in the barber shop can't stand this kind of continuous trouble.

"Damn it, why is this troublemaker the cousin of that shitty gang boss!"

Luke has already started to curse fiercely in his heart.

Although this cousin has no status, even Luke will not have any trouble breaking his legs.

But death is different, especially dying in the hands of an old man who is obviously an outsider.

For the gangs, if an outsider kills their people, it is the most serious provocation, and they will definitely retaliate to the death.

Especially for these lowest-level gangs, they can only rely on hatred and brutality to establish their reputations, and they never use their brains to solve problems!

"Young man, I will not be convinced by you!"

Burkeso strode towards the outspoken guy, and the work clothes on his body were tightly attached to Burkeso's body under the effect of the wind, and the sturdy figure finally appeared in the eyes of the two.

"I don't think he is joking, you'd better run away, I will break your legs next time we meet."

Luke's forehead was a little sweaty, and he felt a kind of power that he could never defeat.

"This is Hell's Kitchen! Luke! Luke Cage! Are you asking me to run away!"

It has to be said that most of the gang members at the bottom have no brains, and they are even so slow that it makes people laugh.

If it were normal, Luke would definitely tell those guys about this matter as a joke in the bar.

But the pressure he felt was getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't even speak at this time. Perhaps at this moment, he has begun to regret why he has a keen perception beyond that of ordinary people.

A sturdy hand pinched the top of the head of that bastard Hitt, and the powerful force from his fingertips made him feel the danger.

No matter how slow a gangster is, he will not be indifferent when being pointed at by a gun. For this guy named Hitt, the pressure he felt at this time was even heavier than the moment he saw Kingpin from a distance.

"Speak, I'll give you a chance to choose, how do you want to die!"

Bulkaiso's huge voice without fluctuations resounded throughout the street, and everyone felt the determination in it.

And Luke Cage, who was standing in front of Burkaiso at this time, felt even more magically suppressed by the blood of the species.

"If possible, I want to die of old age."

The gangster whose head was grabbed said in the most humble voice of his life.

At this time, he completely lost the arrogance of the previous boss, and instead looked like a cat grabbed by the back of the neck, pitiful and helpless.

"Old man, let him go."

The door of the barber shop, which was originally closed, suddenly opened, and a black man with white hair close to his scalp staggered out.

"I can feel your anger, and I believe you are not an ordinary person, but we who live here are not like you, reckless."

The old man's voice was filled with a hint of pleading, which made Bulkaiso hesitate for a moment.

The old man's face looked a bit like Tyrael, and his actions could be called courageous. Such actions naturally won Bulkaiso's favor.

"So, what can I do?"

Bulkaiso said in a somewhat funny tone, his beard shaking with his smile.

For Bulkaiso, it is not a difficult task to sweep away those annoying guys in this place, but he wants to know what choice the people living in this place will make.

There are countless strong people in the world, and they all have some God complex. They hope that they can save others and stand up in difficult moments.

But Bul-Kathos is different, he is just a warrior.

He only thought about how to chop the enemy into pieces, and only then would he think about salvation.

Salvation? It was just a side benefit on the road to fighting for life.

"Old man, you don't have to do anything, just put down that annoying bastard and go home to have a good sleep."

The old man said in a low voice.

"If you come here again next time, my barber shop will be free for you. I will also give you a hairstyle that I carefully designed. Now put down that guy and go home."

The gangster whose head was grabbed by Bulkaiso tried his best to nod, but he was obviously not strong enough to make his neck move the head that seemed to be nailed to death.

"Demons? They are just a bunch of garbage! Their table is only worthy of a pile of dog shit, and even that is a luxury!"

Bulkaiso gradually relaxed his palm, and his anger and murderous intent gradually subsided in the almost pleading voice of an ordinary old man.

Not far from Bulkaiso, a mage was sweating on his forehead.

After Master Gu Yi sent this powerful barbarian, he emphasized to the mages stationed in New York that they must avoid those ignorant fools provoking this strong man.

At present, in this world, there may be no one who can understand the power of Bul-Kathos better than Master Gu Yi.

If Bul-Kathos fell into anger, then I am afraid that Gu Yi will have to learn from the future Doctor Strange and use the closed loop of time to hold the barbarian until he extinguishes his anger.

The current situation is already good. The barbarian began to extinguish his anger, and everything will return to calm.

Perhaps at most it will become a topic of conversation in Hell's Kitchen.

For example, a story about a burly old man who beat Hit fiercely, and perhaps there will be exaggerated descriptions such as the old man is ten feet tall and has a waist circumference of ten feet.

"If I had known earlier, I would not have changed my shift with Sly, otherwise how could I have encountered such a thing."

At the moment when Bul-Kathos was provoked, the mage wanted to catch the gangster and beat him hard with eighteen sets of military boxing.

Bul-Kathos is undoubtedly a hero, but the heroes of the barbarians are a special group that does not care about other people's opinions.

Even the witch doctors who tinker with mysterious voodoo are easier to talk to than the angry barbarians.

In this world, there is no way to restore their peace except death and the barbarians themselves.

Fortunately, today's incident was a false alarm after all.