"It's okay, you don't know, I'll let you know! They--" The prince raised a finger with a grim smile and pointed at his followers in turn as he called him. Then he pointed his finger at the Chinese people on Chinatown, pointed a lot before he finally came back and pointed at his nose: "Everyone calls me the prince!"

He looked around the Chinese who were timidly and looked around. When his finger pointed at someone just now, he would subconsciously lower his head or turn his face away from looking at him. The prince was very satisfied with the shock of his name.

This also made him even more unscrupulous. He raised his chin, and the followers understood and narrowed the encirclement. One of them skillfully took out a butterfly knife and played with it between his fingers, making the cold light shine up and down.

"Save me!" Even if I couldn't understand what the prince said at this time, the girl already understood her current situation.

Although she had heard that the public security in Thailand was not good before she came, she did not expect that it would be so bad that a few little gangsters dared to force the women of good families in broad daylight. Fortunately, this is Chinatown where Chinese people live, so she hurriedly turned around and shouted for help to her compatriots on Chinatown.

However, what she didn't expect was that no matter whether the distance was far or near, her compatriots seemed to have become blind and deaf, turning a blind eye to what happened to her and turning a blind eye to her loud calls.

The girl was desperate. When she bought oranges at her compatriot's stall just now, her compatriots were so intimate about her family. Not only did she pay her two oranges at the cost price, but she also wanted her WeChat ID code to keep in touch. Now the oranges in her backpack have not eaten yet, and her compatriots no longer know her...

There were obviously at least a dozen Chinese men among the compatriots around him, but under the tyranny of the four Thai hooligans, they buried their heads in fruit stalls, cold drink shops, and bun shops like ostrichs...

The prince smiled grimly and stretched out his evil and salty hand again, but this time he did not pick the girl's sunglasses, but grabbed the girl's breasts directly. The denim jacket was bulging with breasts like a seductive peach, so sweet that the prince couldn't help but want to grab it and take a bite to satisfy his cravings.

His followers were all salivating. Chiang Mai was also a place where beautiful women appeared. They were called "Northern Thai Rose". They were famous for "beauty and roses" in Thailand, but they had never seen such a beautiful girl before.

Although the denim jacket and black doll skirt covered her figure, and the black mid-tube socks also covered half of her calf, the half-white, round, slender and straight legs exposed in the absolute field between the hem of the skirt and the black socks still made them dazzled. The black super sunglasses covered most of the girl's small face as big as a palm, but the delicate nose, bright red cherry lips, and snow-white teeth were all perfect to satisfy any man's most beautiful fantasy. Next, the prince will smash this beauty with his own hands...

The girl had a pink face and pale silver teeth clenched, and she had made a difficult decision.

Seeing the prince's salty hand reaching to the girl's chest, the girl also tightened her calf muscles. The prince's followers were waiting without blinking to appreciate the girl's spring light. Those compatriots who turned a blind eye and stared at this moment, and they cursed the prince's arrogance and domineering in their hearts while witnessing the prince's arrogance and domineering with their own eyes. However, at this moment—

A cold light flashed by "swish", and there was no sudden appearance of spring that everyone expected, but it was a sudden appearance of blood!

Everyone was shocked, including the prince who was cut off his hand in a flash. The prince stared at his broken arm with blood flowing like a spring. Someone dared to cut off his hand in Chiang Mai! How is this possible? How is this possible! The excessive shock made him not even feel the pain for a moment!

The prince's followers couldn't believe it. Hasn't the prince already issued a title? Why do anyone dare to attack the prince? And he even cut off the prince's hand as soon as he made a move... He is a fucking madman!

The Chinese compatriots couldn't believe it even more: This is the prince! Basong's own son, the prince!

"Who is that boy?" The fat man at the fruit stall widened his eyes: "Does he know what he is doing?"

"He is Xiaoqiang's cousin Xiaolong!" The strong man recognized him first: "Just live in Xiaoqiang's house!"

"This is the hero who uses his life to save the beauty!" The fat man sighed and shook his head: "He is now showing off his power and chopping off one of the prince's hands. Can Nebasong make him believe it today?"

"If that's..." The strong man swallowed and spitted hard: "Where did he kill the prince?"

"He dares!" The fat man just had time to curl his lips and express his disdain when he heard the sound of a ghost like a pig slaughtering.

He hurriedly looked at it, and his face suddenly turned like a slight look. In just a moment of turning back, the prince's followers had fallen into a pool of blood, leaving only the prince holding his bloody cut-off arm and wailing as the defeated dog.

"You have a genital!" The prince was fearless and howled hysterically at Beilong: "My dad is Basong! If you have a genital, kill me!"

"Chew!"

A cold light shone on his pupils, and the prince suddenly felt a large cool breeze coming in his neck!

The prince subconsciously covered his neck with his only hand, but suddenly inserted his fingers into his neck!

"I... fuck..." The fat man, the strong man and all the compatriots present all had their faces pale and their legs were trembling - kill them! They really killed them! They all killed them! They even killed the prince!

"It's over..." The fat man's fat body was shaking, and he could only hold the fruit stall with both hands, regardless of the cherry tomatoes that were crushed by him, muttering dumbly: "We were all killed by him..."

"What, what killed him?" The strong man asked tremblingly beside him. Although he had been here for a short time and had not experienced the horror of Basong in person, his surprisingly unanimous reaction still frightened him.

"Do you know why Basong... all called him the underground emperor?" The fat man was shrouded in his heart by huge horror. He instinctively wanted to share this horror with others, as if he would share his horror less:

"Because he... he kills people without blinking... whoever provokes him... he will kill anyone... whoever kills his subordinates... he will kill his whole family... if someone runs away... all the neighbors will have to fill their lives...

"This time he died so many subordinates... even his son was dead... If Xiaolong ran away... our street would be in great trouble..."

Oh, mom is so scary! The strong man was in a cold sweat in an instant. He had admired Beilong as a man before, but now he is full of resentment towards Beilong and involuntarily cast hostile gaze at Beilong.
Chapter completed!