020 The Younger Brother Active in Hell's Kitchen

Two people, one large and one small, were walking on the streets of Hell's Kitchen. It was still daytime and nothing too difficult to see was happening, so Bulcasso was quite happy.

"Jill, has this place always been like this?"

Bulcasso looked at the lively scene in front of him with some confusion.

Police cars could be seen slowly driving past on the street, but the gangsters on both sides of the street seemed not to see them.

As for the elderly people, they greeted the police officers in the car. If he hadn't seen the dollar bills being passed into the car, Bulquesso would have believed that their relationship was harmonious.

"Yeah, always."

Jill seemed a little heavy when talking about this topic.

Being able to grow up safely in this place is simply a torturous level of difficulty.

"If this were in an asylum, all the bastards on the street would have their legs broken and hung on stakes!"

Bulcaisel's voice rang out, attracting the attention of most people on the street.

After hearing the barbarians' unabashed statements of dissatisfaction, those gangsters seemed to be planning to do something to maintain their miserable pride.

"Old man, are you still playing that online game! I told you that thing is not suitable for us old guys!"

At this time, an old voice sounded, interrupting the crowd of people around.

The staggering figure of the old barber shop man I met a few days ago appeared not far away and waved to Bulcasso, his eyes a little eager.

Bulcasso understood that the old man wanted to avoid trouble for him, and it was entirely out of good intentions.

So I just expressed my disdain for those gangsters in my heart and walked towards the old guy with Gil. Anyway, no matter how much dust there is, it will make Bulcasso disgusted at most, and there is no way it can hurt him.

"I said man, how are you doing?"

Bulcaisel reached out and patted the old guy on the shoulder, looked into his eyes and spoke slowly.

"It's okay. Last time I said I would give you a free haircut. Since I saw you today, let's do it now."

Speaking of which, this old man is not actually thin, but no matter who stands in front of Bulcasso, who is more than two meters tall, he looks less strong.

Bulcaisuo's body was the product of repeated training on the battlefield. His strong muscles and moderate fat made his body look extraordinarily burly.

But it doesn't have that distinct and amazing sense of lines.

There is no way, in order to survive better on the battlefield, every warrior will store some fat in his body.

You must know that fat protects the body far more than muscles.

Of course, professionals like monks and demon hunters pursue ultimate dodge and flexibility.

Their pursuit of physical fitness is completely different from that of barbarians.

But even among the weakest spellcasting professions, whether they are witch doctors or mages, their bodies are far stronger than ordinary people.

Except for the Necromancer Bulcaisel, who deals with corpses all day long, I haven't seen much of them. Although those guys fight for hope and justice, their methods are too terrifying.

Large areas of corpses exploded at every turn, and ghosts flew around, which was really unsightly.

"Who is this little guy? Your grandson?"

The old black man looked curious as Bulcasso took Gil.

In his understanding, most of those superhumans are lonely, and it is rare to hear news that these guys have families.

Just like that tight-fitting pervert who's been active in Hell's Kitchen.

I heard it was called Daredevil, but who cares?

The existence of that guy made the gangs restless at all, causing all kinds of explosions at every turn.

"Ah, of course you can think so."

Bulcaisel patted Jill on the head and said with a smile:

"There is no need to take care of my hair, but this little guy needs a more energetic hairstyle to make him cheerful."

While talking, Bulqueso took the child into the barber shop he saw a few days ago. The space inside was not large, with only two chairs for barbering.

And they look old.

"Man, my name is Bulcasso, what's your name."

Bulcasso looked at Luke Cage who was sitting in the small space behind the counter, and said to the old man next to him.

"Oh, I forgot I didn't introduce myself. My name is Zach, Zach Strand."

As he said this, Old Zach pointed at Luke Cage who was looking at Bulcasso and was about to make an introduction.

"I remember him, his name is Luke."

Bulcaisel pinned Gil down on the barber's chair.

"Then it's up to you, old Zach, to give this kid the most energetic hairstyle!"

As he spoke, Bulkesso laughed loudly.

Luke Cage on the side seemed to want to say something, but chose to shut up.

"Who doesn't know that my old Zach's barber shop is the best on the block? Just leave it to me."

As he said this, old Zach came over with a clipper.

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"Uncle, do you really think this hairstyle is very energetic?"

Gil looked at Bulcasso with a layer of short blond hair like fluff, as if he wanted to see a hint of guilt in Bulcasso's eyes, but he obviously failed.

After all, for Bulkaiso, the long hair was because he was too lazy to take care of it. For him, as long as it would not affect the battle, any hairstyle would be a spirited hairstyle.

Expecting a barbarian's aesthetics, the child is still too young.

Admittedly, Old Zack was the best barbershop in the neighborhood, just as he said, and even the surrounding neighborhoods were no problem.

But neither Bulkaiso nor Jill noticed that only black people would come to Old Zack to get a haircut, so none of the hairstyles he designed were suitable for Jill, a child with golden hair.

"Okay, Luke, just tell me what you have to say, don't be timid and follow us."

Bulkaiso turned around and looked at Luke Cage, who was wearing a cheap short-sleeved shirt.

He had some good feelings for this natural warrior, so he didn't mind spending a little time listening to what he had to say.

"I think you'd better not come to Hell's Kitchen often, your image and personality are too conspicuous."

Luke Cage had an embarrassed expression on his face when he said this.

He is a unique person, born with great strength and invulnerable skin. If it weren't for his extraordinary sense of justice, he might have been a guest of Kingpin.

After all, in his opinion, the Bullseye, who is known as the number one killer, has no way to deal with him.

A killer who uses throwing objects and firearms can't penetrate his defense.

In fact, he is still overconfident.

Although he just wanted to teach Hit a lesson that night without showing his real ability, how good can a black man who has no chance to receive combat training be with the experience of fighting on the streets?

"Is this place dangerous?"

Bulkeso was a little curious. He had not lived in New York for a long time. At most, he felt that this place was particularly chaotic. It would be a bit difficult to say how detailed he could understand the dangers of this place.

"Yes, there are mixed gangs, and there is a pervert in a tights with two Ds on his chest."

Two Ds?

Brother Xia?