When Wilson's feast, the president of the White Tiger Society, was not over, when no one knew that Wilson and Dahlson, father and son, had died in their sleep, when everything in the city was still going according to what it was.

Because tonight is the birthday banquet of the president of the White Tiger Club, the territory of the White Tiger Club is several times more lively than before.

Some of the eldest brothers were arranged to attend the birthday banquet, while some stayed behind to guard their respective venues.

After all, at such a time, someone has to share the burden.

Otherwise, what if someone takes the opportunity to cause trouble?

The younger brothers of the White Tiger Society were all immersed in the joy of the president's birthday banquet, and they didn't realize that there was something strange behind this excitement.

Even, but with a hint of murderous aura.

Mochizuki Tower!

The only hotel with Chinese characteristics in the White Tiger Club site.

It is said to be a restaurant, but it has everything in it: drinking, gambling, and dancing.

In this way, we can attract more guests and soothe their tired body.

"Bring me a cocktail."

A thug with dyed yellow hair was sitting on the couch when he saw a waiter in a blue vest come out of the toilet.

I couldn't help but shout.

The waiter deliberately wore a hat and pulled it down with his hand.

After looking closely, after hearing the shouting of the yellow-haired gangster, the corners of his mouth involuntarily hooked.

Picking up a cocktail, he quickly walked towards the yellow-haired thug.

"Your wine!"

The waiter said and handed over the wine glass.

As soon as he took the wine glass with his right hand, the yellow-haired thug suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This voice is a little unfamiliar!

Watching the scene in this Mochizuki Tower, he clearly remembered the voice of every waiter.

But this ......

Too rusty!

Subconsciously, he glanced at the waiter.

His brows furrowed suddenly, as if he had never seen this waiter in the field.

The body is slightly strong, and the face is a little resolute.

The most important thing is that this waiter's hands are crawling with calluses.

Although the waiter deliberately covered most of his face with a hat, the yellow-haired thug swore that he had never seen this person!

Watching the scene in Mochizuki Tower, he is very clear about the physical characteristics of each staff member here.

But the one in front of him is very raw.

No matter how you look at it, you can't see through it.

Vague...... And also......

An inexplicable murderous aura!!

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask a question, the waiter had already flashed to his side at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to detect.

Then......

His body froze directly on the spot, because a cold thing had landed on his fragile neck.

His eyes trembled, and he looked slightly towards his neck.

What catches your eye is a small triangular steel fork!

He didn't dare to shout, because once he called out for help.

Although the little brothers of the White Tiger Society around them will come over soon, no matter how fast they are, they can't be faster than the small steel fork in the waiter's hand.

When the time comes, he will be a dead body!

"Brother has something to say."

The yellow-haired thug's Adam's apple agitated and slowly let out a low moan.

"In which room is Copperhead?"

Ignoring the other party, the cold voice had already floated out of the tip of the waiter's tongue.

The words were too cold and hard, making his body tremble unconsciously.

Without thinking about it, he said three words: "I don't know." ”

As soon as the words fell, the small steel fork in the waiter's hand rotated.

The cold fork blade was directly pressed against the neck, and at the neck, a striking blood mark immediately appeared.

“2…… 1…… Room 219, room. ”

As soon as the words fell, he only felt a pain in his neck.

Because, the sharp little steel fork has been inserted into his neck.

He was still faintly conscious, blinking at the world for the last time.

I just saw my sticky blood splashed in the cocktail of the wine glass in my hand, gradually merging into one.

"I was going to look for it room by room, but since you took the initiative to tell me, then I can only die!"

Lest the other party die, the waiter's palm continued to exert force.

The small steel fork was prompted by the force, and it stirred violently in the neck.

Cut the blood vessels on the spot and shattered the laryngeal bone.

The breath of life gradually dissipated, and the breath gradually subsided.

In his eyes, the yellow-haired gangster went to the underworld to report.

Before he died, he couldn't cry out.

Even, a little sound.

Not to mention shouting to remind your companions and brothers.

Because the environment of this place is too dark, and the waiter's action is too fast and too crisp.

Therefore, the other White Tiger Society brothers in the Mochizuki Tower didn't know that a brother had died here.

Whew!

The small triangular steel fork was pulled out of his neck, and the waiter's eyes flashed coldly.

His tongue pulled out, and he slowly licked the cold blood stains on the blade.

Grab a bottle of beer from the bar and head to the second floor.

As for the yellow-haired gangster, he died on the sofa.

Before leaving, the waiter deliberately straightened his body, and when he looked from afar, he could only see that he was asleep sitting on the sofa.

If you don't look carefully and be suspicious, you won't know that there is a dead man here.

With such a capable killing method, this waiter must be a professional killer.

I went to room 219 on the second floor and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who?"

A rude shout rang out from inside.

"Waiter, the one who delivers the wine."

At the moment when the door opened from the inside, the waiter didn't look at it, and flashed in quickly.

Entering the room, he looked around the room.

There were only three people in the room, and sitting in the middle of it was a bald head with tattoos all over his body.

"Who are you?"

The bald man's eyes flashed with doubt, because he didn't know the waiter in front of him.

"The copper head of the White Tiger Society, give you something!"

After the waiter finished speaking, he took out a black card from his arms and threw it on the table in front of the bald head.

The bald head was full of doubts, but still picked up the black card on the table.

I saw that the front of the card was a Huaxia dragon with teeth and claws.

And on the back, there is a word 'crazy' engraved!!

Dragon?

Silly?

What does that mean?

What do they represent?

The three people in the room looked at each other, indicating that they did not understand.

"The order sticker is issued, and the head falls to the ground!"

The waiter faintly spat out eight words.

The bottle in his hand slammed into the head of the man who opened the door.

In the dull explosion, glass shards and blood splattered together.

With a large hand spinning, the waiter grabbed the sharp half of the bottle and stabbed it at the man's throat.

Whew!

Skin was torn, blood vessels were ruptured, and half of a wine bottle was pierced through the throat.

Burst!

Before the man could react, the vitality dissipated.

"Bastard!! Dare to come and sneak up on us, ...... alive"

The other big man was startled, and immediately picked up the wine bottle on the table and was about to turn over.

(End of chapter)