As he spoke, McGee used his greasy big hands to pinch people's heads, which made Sean almost not throw up, just listen to his nickname, this guy has a soft spot for other people's heads, and if he doesn't crush one or two heads every day, he feels uncomfortable, and his meals are not fragrant.

The problem is that this pervert who has a soft spot for other people's heads, crushing other people's heads and eating with the same hand, and has never used chopsticks or hand washing, just thinking about it will make Sean disgusting, and he will resolutely not stir and eat in the same pot with this guy in the future.

Without waiting for Sean to speak, Clayton the scavenger took the first step back: "What you think is quite beautiful, just for the price of a cook, you hired a super chef, plus a witch doctor, a wise man, there is such a good thing, I'm afraid it won't be your turn." ”

"Lao Tzu speaks, how can you, a guy who is not a man or a woman, interject. McGee didn't even give the other party a straight look, and directly pushed back, "Don't you old vulture honestly squat in the nest, what are you running out and jumping on? Don't be afraid to flash your wings, there is not so much carrion for you to eat here, if you dare to beat my little brother's idea, even if you chase it to the ends of the earth, Lao Tzu will tear you apart." ”

"How do you speak?" Clayton's bodyguard, who was inseparable, jumped out first, glaring at McGee, the skullcrusher.

If he was placed among the Andes Mountain People, he would be considered tall and burly, but in front of McGee, the skull crusher, he was like a half-grown child, even if he was squatting, he needed to look up, and his momentum was obviously a head shorter.

Some people like the nickname given to him, such as McGee, who is very satisfied with the name of the skullcrusher, and even replaces his flag with a big hand pinching his head as his unique symbol.

But some people are very uninterested in the nicknames given by others, Clayton is a typical example, if anyone calls him a nickname in front of him, it is the same as scolding him to his face, and even kills people for this.

He prefers the title of falconer, the mountain eagle he raises is one of the best in the Andes Mountains, and he likes to call everyone an eagle, but this name is at best a self-title, and no one recognizes it at all, even the people in his territory have to scold the scavenger in private.

"Want to fight?" "McGee, the skullcrusher, stood up behind him, all of them were bare-chested, black-haired and muscular big men, although not as exaggerated as McGee, but none of them were less than two meters.

These people have more or less the blood of the Kentana barbarians, and only the race with the blood of giants can make people grow such a size out of common sense, with a look of eagerness, and when it comes to fighting, they have never been afraid of anyone.

What kind of people bring what kind of soldiers, a rough and fierce man like McGee the Skull-Crusher, it is absolutely impossible to bring out a bunch of gentle literary and artistic soldiers, eating meat in large pieces, drinking in large bowls, and fighting alone is the norm of their lives, and it is uncomfortable not to fight twice a day.

The people brought by Clayton are more than one game and one heart, and they are absolutely unwilling to do the business of loss, and they are three points in momentum, and it is difficult to fight such a fight.

Of course, it is impossible for Sean to let the two sides fight, and he laughed and played a round: "No matter what grudges the two of you have in the past, please let them go today, because what we have to deal with this time is our common enemy, even if we can't pull out the nail of the Bastille this time, as long as we cripple them, we will have a good life in the next three or five years, do you say it is Lord Clayton." ”

Clayton the scavenger is such a shrewd person, Sean's last sentence came at him, obviously saying something, which means that even if he had a private connection with the Bastille in the past, it would be better to beat the other party out of his life, although there was a trace of displeasure in his heart, but he still smiled and said: "What Mr. Tang said is right, I personally agree with it very much, otherwise, my people and I would not appear here, right?" But I have a small worry, all this is based on Mr. Tang's speculation, of course, I don't have any doubts about Mr. Tang's ability, but there is always a case in everything, if the people in the camp opposite are not as important as expected, or the old Bolton is timid and unwilling to make trouble, and does not go out, our plan is just empty talk, just by virtue of our current person, want to gnaw the Bastille, the result is just to break his teeth, don't blame me for the ugly words in front, my small business is small, but can not withstand the toss, if that happens, I have to quit。 ”

"Old vulture, what are you talking about?" McGee the Skull Crusher scolded, "Your grandfather is also one of the best heroes, how could he give birth to such an unplanted goods as you?" If your grandfather knew your current virtue, he should have crushed you to death in the ditch in the first place, and it was because there were too many eggless guys like you that we would let people bully us in front of the house." ”

"You're so capable, why don't you go yourself?" Clayton looked disdainful, "I've lived for nearly thirty years, and I've never seen you really fight them, and the name of the emotional skullbreaker is squirted out of your mouth." ”

"When did Lao Tzu fall behind when he dealt with those bastards?" McGee patted his chest and said, "Which of you dares to say that you have a heart for dealing with those rats? Lao Tzu killed not a thousand but eight hundred rats, what about you? How many of your own people have you sold to those scum over the years? Have you sold your own wife with you?"

The grievances and hatreds between the two are not something that can be explained clearly in one or two sentences, and the two of them didn't fight when they met, and they have already given Sean enough face, and it is simply normal to scold each other.

This made Sean can't help but wonder if it was a wrong decision to invite these two lords at the same time, but if Clayton the scavenger was not invited, not to mention that McGee was not at ease, even Sean was not at ease.

This is a master with no lower limit at all, who knows if he will sneak up on McGee the Skullcrusher when the battle between the two sides is at its most intense.

Sean patiently explained: "Your Excellency Clayton and my Sean are not dealing with each other for the first day, have I ever done something unreliable and made Your Excellency suffer a little loss?"

Although Mr. Tang is not very old, he is a man and does not leak, even I, an old man who has lived for almost 40 years, is ashamed of himself. Clayton said heartily.

Carefully calculated, the two have known each other for seven or eight years, the first time they met, they were not as tall as their thighs, and I heard that he was the miracle doctor he was going to invite, and he almost didn't cut off the subordinate he sent out, but the other party's veteran style and superb medical skills were in stark contrast to his age, which left a deep impression on him.

I have to admit that there are indeed demon-like people in this world, if it weren't for a terrifying warlock standing behind him, it's hard to say for sure whether he would let the other party live until now, human nature is selfish.

Especially in this wild world without legal constraints, when you see a genius who is almost demonic, your first reaction is to kill it to prevent it from riding on your head in the future.

"It's overrated. Sean smiled and said, "I will not promise you anything, but not long ago, my sentry reported that the men of the Bastille had left the city, numbering no less than two thousand, and their most elite marksmen had spilled out as whistles, probably led by Bolton, the lord of the Bastille." ”

"What?" McGee the Skullcrusher jumped to his feet when he heard this, his eyes burning with flames, and gritted his teeth, "Is it really that old fox who went out himself?"

"The news is absolutely fine, the possibility that Bolton personally led the team is only six or seven percent, which is speculated based on the sharpshooter guard who has never been inseparable from him, and in order to conceal it, the sentry did not observe and verify it at close range. Sean replied truthfully, knowing very well the extent of the hatred of McGee the Skull-Crusher, towards Bolton, the lord of the Bastille, so he did not say it all, as the saying goes, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

It is said that McGee's mother's death is directly related to the slave hunting team, and the murderer of the year is no longer available, so when he grew up, McGee hated the original instigator Bolton, thinking that without him, there would be no vigorous slave hunting activities behind, and his mother would not die.

Although this logic is a bit of a bandit, Bolton is indeed the initiator of the slave hunting movement, and it is not unjust to be hated for it.

"Six or seven percent is not small. McGee turned in circles excitedly, "This old bastard, the older he gets, the less daring he becomes, he has been hiding in his turtle shell for the past ten years and refuses to come out, and he has no chance to trouble him, and this time he must not be allowed to run again." Your kid's head is smart, everyone I brought is under your command, I only have one request, that old guy's life is mine, and I want to crush that old bastard's head with my own hands. ”

"No problem. Sean agreed without hesitation, even if McGee the Skullcrusher wanted to lead the army, he would not give it, as soon as the other party saw the blood, he entered a state of brainless berserk killing, under his leadership, in addition to the brainless charge, or the brainless charge, there was no tactic at all.

Sean and McGee the Skullcrusher turned their gazes to Clayton the Scavenger at the same time, and compared to the former's gentle gaze, the latter's ferocity and threat were obvious, and if he dared to say a word, he would be the first to fire him.

Clayton, the scavenger, suddenly regretted in his heart, knowing that Sean, the little fox, was not easy to deal with, so why did he have to come to this troubled water.

After careful calculation, I have never asked for any benefits from this little guy, and even if I did, it seemed that in hindsight it was the bait that people threw at me, and the price I paid was even greater, but I also got benefits in the process, and I really couldn't find trouble with others.

That's right, what really makes Clayton the scavenger jealous is not McGee the Skullbreaker, but the seemingly harmless Sean, the Andes have an old saying, a dog that barks doesn't bite, and a dog that bites doesn't bark, and Sean obviously belongs to the latter.

"Listen to the arrangement. "People have to bow their heads under the eaves, seeing the wind and making the rudder, swallowing the sound is commonplace for him, anyway, it is up to him whether to listen or not.

Soon Clayton found that he underestimated Sean's methods, and the other party actually planted people around him, and after a simple reorganization, he was actually put in the air.

This kind of overhead is very fragile, and as long as he goes out to show his face, this kind of overhead will disappear, and the problem is that McGee the Skullcrusher has been following him from beginning to end, looking at his head with bad intentions, so that he can only make the shrinking turtle to the end.

Clayton was secretly ruthless in his heart, as long as he was given a chance, he would never let these two guys have a good time, damn it, he actually calculated on Lao Tzu's head.