Strongest Guard

These two words were the most important words that came back to Hamm when he heard about the burning of Venus's casino and Karawich's tragic death.    

She couldn't believe that one person could burn down Venus Casino, causing the deaths of Karawich and dozens of others.    

He had no choice but to believe it.    

This was because she was certain that her subordinates would not dare to lie to her.    

In this world, there might really be such a demon.    

She began to regret selling that girl called Min Rou.    

But there was nothing she could do about it, because when the human trafficking vessel left Macau, she, like Arena, couldn't control it.    

She could imagine that when Karawich jumped down from the highest platform of the casino, he must have planned to drag her down with him. He must have intentionally left some clues for the demon to follow and find her.    

After the regret, he felt relaxed again.    

Europe was her Europe after all. No matter how powerful a demon was, it would never be able to find her.    

Hugh was already a demon. She had been in the world for so many years, yet even the European and American police couldn't figure out who she was.    

Therefore, there was no need for her to worry too much.    

Just do what you need to do.    

Ever since then, Hamm had forgotten about this matter.    

Even after Min Rou was smuggled over, she didn't have to interfere in this matter. She could just leave it to Yellow Beard and the others and handle it according to the old rules.    

The demons were indeed scary, but Hamm was aware that he was no pushover.    

But at this very moment, the Carnivore Hamm was actually facing off against the Demon!    

Fortunately, she had the absolute advantage.    

He only needed to pull the trigger, and according to her marksmanship, it would be too easy for her to smash his head into pieces in such a short distance.    

The moment the trigger was pressed, Hamm felt the familiar recoil that came from the pistol. This proved that the gun did not have any mechanical fault and the bullet was already out of the gun. It took more than 300 meters of seconds to destroy the demon's head.    

Hamm's wrist shook and the muzzle of the gun jumped up.    

Bloody Hamm.    

To personally blow up a person's head and make a flower of fresh blood bloom in a flash, that was the true meaning of Bloody Hamm.    

Bang!    

Only after a slight gunshot from the silencer did Hamm's demon ring.    

Then, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist.    

Before she could figure out the cause of the pain, her body suddenly bent backwards like a skinned prawn. Her mouth suddenly opened wide, and just as she was about to scream out in pain, she was held back by a hand. A pain came from her left arm, forcing her to fall head first onto the ground.    

Her left cheek hit the carpet heavily.    

The protective ability of the carpet was excellent, but she was still hit by the fall. Venus was shining in front of her eyes as she rolled her eyes.    

Then, her long, white, silky neck was firmly stepped on by a foot.    

The neck was actually a human's seven inches.    

As long as his neck was strangled, strangled, and stepped on, no matter how strong his fighting skills were, he would obediently follow orders.    

"Why didn't I hit him?"    

"Why!?"    

Hamm, who was in a daze, wanted to scream out those words.    

Her mouth was wide open.    

But he could not say a single word.    

That foot not only stepped on her neck, but also on her cheek, making her mouth open and unable to close.    

Thus, he was unable to say anything.    

After stepping on Hamm's neck, Lee Nanfang finally had a chance to pull up his pants.    

Of course, it was necessary to take Hamm's evening gown to wipe off the stains before pulling up his pants.    

People who like to laugh, know how to be humorous and clean are generally lucky.    

Lee Nanfang squatted down and picked up the gun.    

A pistol equipped with a silencer would, of course, reduce the sound of a bullet being fired, but it would also increase the friction.    

Just like in the movie, after someone fired a shot, he casually raised the gun and blew on the smoke coming out of the muzzle – that was pure bullshit.    

The friction between the bullet and the chamber was great enough, but it was not enough to produce smoke with a single shot.    

The barrel of the gun was too short after all.    

However, a pistol equipped with a silencer would emit smoke after firing a shot.    

The silencer lengthens the barrel of the gun, prolonging the time for the bullet to leave the barrel, causing the friction to increase and heating up the barrel.    

The muzzle of the gun was smoking now.    

The muzzle was very hot.    

"Whew."    

Lee Nanfang, who was squatting down, breathed out towards the muzzle of the gun. Then, he slowly turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Hamm's butt.    

Buzz!    

Following a short gust of smoke, the smell of roasted meat quickly filled the room.    

Hamm's body struggled even more. He kicked left, kicked right, and flipped back very skillfully.    

But what the hell?    

She didn't even see Lee Nanfang, who had seen her pull the trigger, suddenly kneel forward, slide down the carpet in front of her, grab her wrist with his right hand, and hit her abdomen with his left fist.    

Whoever had their butt scalded, would feel excruciating pain and cry out in pain.    

Hamm also wanted to scream out loud in protest against Lee Nanfang's barbaric attack and to dilute the pain.    

It was just that the Stinky Foot was firmly stepping on her face, what kind of sound could she make?    

After seeing a circular scar on his face that greatly damaged his original beauty and added an evil charm, Lee Nanfang felt a sense of accomplishment.    

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Shangdao Yinghua.    

Shangdao Yinghua also had a black imprint.    

However, it was a potion that he had used to draw a skull on.    

"Could it be that laozi has a habit of painting on this again?" "Then, should we stay in Yue Zitong in the future?"    

Lee Nanfang's mind suddenly became evil. When he thought of how he should also draw something on Yue Zitong's butt one day, his heart skipped a beat and his ears started to ache.    

If he really dared paint on his aunt's ass, his ears wouldn't be able to protect themselves.    

"This is my bad habit, I have to change it."    

Lee Nanfang muttered in his heart. Not only did he not raise the gun that was pressed on Wu Jingxue's butt, but he also had a strong urge to pull the trigger.    

If he really wanted to shoot, Hamm's left leg would be broken immediately.    

He showed mercy to her after taking away Hamm for the first time.    

When Hamm shot at him, didn't he show no mercy?    

In the end, Lee Nanfang did not kill him.    

Whether he could save Min Rou or not, he still needed Hamm's cooperation.    

If he really crippled her with a single shot, then this woman would be so ruthless that she would rather die than cooperate with him. She would definitely drag Min Rou with her to her grave.    

Making a beauty become a cripple was something that made her even more miserable than killing her.    

Stepping on Hamm's right foot, Lee Nanfang finally took the gun away from her butt, but he put it in front of her eyelids. He smiled evilly: "I know, why can't I let you die?"    

Hamm actually laughed.    

The fact that she was still able to smile at this moment proved that she was still very strong — — This was nonsense.    

The real reason was because she suddenly found out that Lee Nanfang didn't dare to kill her.    

He still had to rely on her to find that damned Min Rou!    

Since he was the one who was worried, why should she be scared? Why not use a strong smile to tell this bastard, "If you have the ability, then kill me. Aunt, I'm not afraid."    

Lee Nanfang shook his head: "I can't kill you. I didn't even dare to hurt you. "    

"Right now, I am just a piece of fish on the chopping board, waiting for you to slaughter me. "You're so amazing, why are you afraid of me?"    

Hamm squeezed these words out of his mouth as he clenched his little white teeth.    

"I was afraid that you would go all out and drag Min Rou to hell with you."    

Lee Nanfang spoke his mind.    

Then, Hamm burst into laughter.    

This was an interesting man, and honest.    

Did he not know that after he said that, Hamm was even less afraid of him?    

Who would be afraid of someone who feared her?    

Lee Nanfang had a way to frighten her, so he used the most common method.    

He removed the belt from his waist.    

This belt had been chosen for him by Graff herself. It was an authentic Italian calfskin with a soft texture and a slight elasticity. It could be used to tie the waist – the most convenient way to hit a person's buttocks.    

It can protect the skin of the buttocks and the crotch bone under the skin to the greatest extent from harm.    

Only, along with Lee Nanfang's barbaric actions, Hamm's snowy butt turned into a bright red after a few slaps.    

She screamed.    

Tears welled up in his eyes.    

Using the most vicious words to curse this demon was inhumane.    

Hamm, who was very good at educating women, completely forgot that the louder a woman's scream, the more energetic a man would be.    

She wanted to struggle, but she was also struggling.    

She wanted to use her snow-white teeth to snap the demon's throat and suck his blood dry!    

But, this was just a simple thought.    

The real situation was when Lee Nanfang was stepping on his neck and unable to move. His body was trembling violently as his belt was pulled down.    

Lee Nanfang used 90% of his strength.    

It was a skill.    

He knew how to move so that he wouldn't hurt Hamm, but he could let her taste the most genuine pain.    

Such a beautiful fart had been beaten into a purple eggplant by him.    

He reckoned that the capillaries under the skin had all been torn.    

There was a smell of urine in the room, reminding Lee Nanfang, who had a pair of cold eyes, that he had urinated on Hamm.    

This also proved that if he continued to hit her, she would die from the pain.    

It wasn't Lee Nanfang's intention to kill her.    

At the very least, he wouldn't let Min Rou die until he found her.    

Letting the end of the belt sweep back and forth on Hamm's purple buttocks, Lee Nanfang asked with a smile, "Are you excited? Is it more gratifying than you teasing men around with your ass naked and your coat on? "    

Even though it was just the tip of the belt lightly sweeping across his butt, Hamm still felt the pain as if he was cut by a knife. His whole body twitched in pain and he couldn't say a word.    

If his bones were injured, Hamm would faint from the pain.    

Because the bone hurt, that was the real pain.    

But the bones are fine.    

The only thing that hurt was the buttocks, which had the richest blood capillaries.    

The injured part was only here, and it had nothing to do with the most important vital parts of her body, such as her heart, lungs, etc.    

Thus, she could only stay alive and guard. Even fainting away became an extravagant hope.    

She was in so much pain that she could no longer speak. She could only cry and tremble all over.    

If it wasn't for the fact that she "gave" him the first time, Lee Nanfang wouldn't have put her clothes on before he tied her hands, feet, and mouth with a piece of cloth.    

"Your people should have already started moving long ago, right? But that's nothing. They don't dare to kill people for the time being. In your eyes, each and every one of them is a fortune. "    

Carrying Hamm on his shoulder, Lee Nanfang picked up the gun with his right hand and quickly walked towards the door.