The Spirit King of the Marvel World

&ep;&ep;Looking around the tavern, it was crowded with people. The booming business could not soften the lines on Yang's face. On the contrary, everyone he saw now looked like a detective.

&ep;&ep;Although Yang also knew that this was a psychological effect of stress, he still couldn't help but glance at the various people in the tavern.

&ep;&ep;The style inside the pub is more in line with the name "Sunset Bar" circulated in another circle, because all the furnishings, tables and chairs, wallpapers, and decorations are very retro and nostalgic, with a feeling of American fashion in the s and s. style.

&ep;&ep;When the business was slowly improving and things were going smoothly, Yang didn't think much about it. He thought that the new American youth were now trending towards retro styles and liked this style very much. Now that he thought about it, there was still a problem.

&ep;&ep;This is Hell's Kitchen. The success of a nightclub bar has little to do with the decoration style. People here don't have that much artistic talent to appreciate it. The most important thing is that the place is tough enough. No one would patronize a bar that is being trashed every three days, because this sends a signal to the people in this area that the boss here is very soft.

&ep;&ep; Yang slowly thought about the flow of people these days, and there was an obvious trend of surge. It seems that word of mouth spread, so when did it happen?

&ep;&ep;Duoduoduo.

&ep;&ep;Tapping his fingers on the bar table, Yang was thinking.

&ep;&ep;If the tavern has been targeted by people from the branch for a long time, then it is obvious that they have made preparations in advance to avoid alerting the snake, and have greeted people from other gangs? Or did you secretly block the troublemakers?

&ep;&ep;It’s unlikely.

&ep;&ep;If there were only police officers from the branch, then the gang with the sharpest sense of smell would have labeled the pub with a police background early on, and warned their subordinates not to mess with it.

&ep;&ep;There are many people in the gang, and it is impossible for the young people who come here to hang out without being exposed. What's more, the bar itself is engaged in intelligence, so it is not ordinary to make him aware of it.

&ep;&ep;If someone from the branch hadn’t said hello, there would be more tricks involved. What makes Hell's Kitchen gang bosses afraid to reveal their reasons casually is that the person saying hello is probably the boss of this territory. Some gangs will cooperate with the police, and some gangs are not very good at detectives, but they don't dare to offend the real person who is responsible. After all, if they don't take the big man's words to heart, then the whole family may lose their lives.

&ep;&ep; "The person in charge of Hell's Kitchen...Mrs. Gao of the Hand Club?" Yang retrieved the relevant information, looked at it, and sneered, "What a coincidence. It seems that I have to join in the fun tonight, otherwise I will watch I smile all day long, so everyone thinks I’m a nice guy who’s easy to bully?”

&ep;&ep; After giving Hanataro a greeting and asking him to close early tonight, Yang turned back to the back kitchen of the tavern and entered the basement.

&ep;&ep;"Nirvana, how is the debugging of the armor going?"

&ep;&ep; "You don't mean not to disturb me when I'm doing research... huh?" Nie Shuli glanced at Yang, who was smiling strangely, and said in surprise, "It's rare to see you with such murderous aura, but it's quite novel."

&ep;&ep;Yang's eyes were curved into crescent moons, squinting, the corners of his mouth were widened, and the lip lines were pursed into an exaggerated semicircle. The whole face was like a mask of a sly smile.

&ep;&ep;“Ah, my hands are indeed itchy.”

&ep;&ep; "The armor is still being debugged, but the clown suit you asked me to make last time is ready," Nie Yuli reminded, "Be careful to control yourself, your current state can easily lead to adverse consequences."

&ep;&ep;“I understand.”

&ep;&ep;Putting on strange and fancy costumes, a wig, and heavy makeup, and matching that weird smile, Yang really felt a bit like a clown now.

&ep;&ep; Yang left the tavern from the secret passage, and Nirvana thought, "There shouldn't be any problems, right? Whenever he enters that role, his state is the most unstable and he can easily lose control... Hey, there is a suppressor, as long as the spirit As long as the king is fine, it’s none of my business how many people die.”

&ep;&ep;A lonely clown swayed on the street in the night, taking three steps, jumping once, spinning half a circle, and dancing. The strange thing was that no one seemed to notice this abnormal guy.

&ep;&ep; Yang headed towards the blind flour mill, looking at the police cars with sirens blaring, he grinned and said, "It's very lively tonight. Are the buyers taking advantage of others? Or are the sellers directing and acting? Or are the police and the citizens a family? Too much It’s fun!”

&ep;&ep;Yang bent down and covered his mouth, trying hard to restrain himself, and his body was trembling.

&ep;&ep;Laughter leaked from between the fingers