Big iron head.

The prestige of the Big Iron Head in Lannisport surpassed that of the Three Dogs Deterrent.

The notoriety of the Three Dogs is famous in the Seven Kingdoms, and the notoriety of the Big Iron Head is the first among the hooligans and ruffians in Lannisport.

The appearance of Chiswick made this group of little hooligans weak. The cowardly had slipped away along the side of the street, and the knife in the bold's hand fell to the ground.

The short sword in the hooligan boss's hand seemed to have become a piece of red-hot Luo Tie.

He dropped his dagger and walked away quickly.

It's not running, it's walking.

He was afraid that turning his head and running away would make the big iron head unhappy.

It will seem very bold.

The big iron-headed Chiswick looked down on the people who came out to cut people the most and didn't have the guts.

It was the gangs of hooligans who had conquered the whole of Lannisport with courage and righteousness, and the leaders of these gangs were honored to know him.

This small street is very remote, and there is no chance of making a fortune.

It belongs to a place where the poor gather.

The poorer the place, the more violence breeds.

The hooligans followed the boss one after another.

They would love to stay and change bosses, but Chiswick is too famous, and he is a god in the hearts of the thugs. Even if they want to follow, they are ashamed of themselves, have a serious inferiority complex, and are afraid of being despised by Chiswick.

The brothers around Chiswick are all steel-strong, several levels higher than these little street bastards.

This kind of self-shame and inferiority psychology is like the self-shame of an illiterate mountain man who wants to climb a royal relative, and his inferiority complex is so inferior that he doubts life.

"Oh the hell, don't you want your brother?" Chiswick scolded.

The hooligans who fled in a hurry were like soldiers who had heard the order, and they stood still, turned back, did not dare to look at Chiswick, and hurriedly picked up their brothers who had fallen to the ground and carried them away.

"You're the boss?" Chiswick frowned.

The hooligan boss was so frightened that his hands and feet weakened, and under the legendary fame of the big iron head, few little hooligan leaders could stand tall in front of him.

The rogue boss was not unjust, but he was so scared that Chiswick shouted to get out of the way, and he left immediately, forgetting to take his brother who fell to the ground.

This is a taboo for the big iron head.

The brothers of the big iron head followed him and convinced him, and righteousness was the life creed of the big iron head. As long as it is his brother, he is right to be wrong. This is a fool who doesn't preach any righteous truths, and his brother is his greatest truth. What goodness, justice, justice, justice, and justice are all a pile of shit in Chiswick's eyes.

The people who can be called brothers by Chiswick are not normal people. Not being afraid of death is their commonality.

The rogue boss was so frightened by Chiwisk's question that he couldn't breathe well, his eyes flashed, his legs and stomach were sore, and his stomach was churning terribly.

"I'm ...... Their...... Head. ”

"Slash yourself, get out!" Chiswick was furious when he saw these guys who had no guts and were not righteous enough.

“...... Yes......" The hooligan boss was pardoned, he drew the short knife from his waist and slashed hard at his arm.

A knife went down without the slightest hesitation.

Polivier looked at Chiswick so imposingly and smiled nervously, and his face was full of brilliance.

He liked to be a Clegane with such a character.

The bastard was also the person Polivo hated the most. As for righteousness, Polivier didn't understand, he only knew that he took the Demon Mountain as an example and goal in life, and there was no one. Listen to the words of the magic mountain, and do the order.

The little rascals took their wounded brothers and walked away.

The beggar boy who is left covered in blood - stinky mouth!

"You're out?" Stinky Mouth smiled slightly, not afraid at all.

"I'm out. Chiswick said. His eyes looked like sharp hooks, but the boy, like Polivior, had no sense of it.

"Okay, you've won, let's do it. "I'll go to hell, go to the brothel and talk to your mother, haha, and I'll come back with your mother and take you away when the time comes." ”

Chiswick picked up the dagger: "Good sword." Stinky mouth, in order to see me beheaded, you would rather pretend to be a beggar than leave, well, righteous enough. Come with me!"

The corners of the sneering mouth slowly stiffened.

"You're going to let me go with you?"

"Aegon is dead, he's a bastard, and he doesn't deserve a brother like you, only I can. I've come to you specifically to make you my brother to Chiswick. ”

This sentence said that the life of the stinky mouth in this life is related to this man. Everything Chiswick could have, he had a foul mouth.

There is no need to make any oaths, and no family honor or the name of the Seven Gods is worth the words of Chiswick's 'You are my brother'.

Stinky mouth stunned!

He was ready to die!

He was the first to dare to offend Chiswick and stumble to death.

Chiswick came to be a brother, and he didn't even ask for the opinion of the life-saving villain, Knight Polivier.

"Why?" the foul mouth said no longer stinky.

"There are 1,000 Seagulls in the group, and you are the only one who is willing to avenge the boss Aegon. "Of all the thousand, you are the only one who has righteous anger and a bad mouth, come with me!"

"Good!" said Foulmouth, laughing, and his body began to shake.

He was covered in blood and had been hit several times by stabs on his body, and he was all supported by one breath.

"I can't stand such a few knives, your bones are still too weak. "Sir Polivier, is there a bachelor in Klegane?"

"Yes!"

"That's fine. "Foul mouth, be my brother, and have the hardest bones." Walking down the street, there are horses in front of you. ”

"Good!" the blood-stained stinky mouth miraculously rushed out of his body, making his weak legs stand firmly.

This power is something magical that Smellmouth has never experienced.

He didn't know that he had such magical power in his body.

He was a little surprised.

Chiswick has such a ability, he is a brother, can make those hooligans die for him, and can also inspire those hooligans to be incredibly strong and courageous.

Polivier and Chiswick were in front, two guards in the back, and in the middle walked a bleeding foulmouth.

Foulmouth was already so weak that he was about to fall, and it was very difficult to take a few steps, but he miraculously walked through the long street one by one, and then fell on the street. He fainted.

The poor people of the whole street stood in the street and appeared at the window, all silently watching a pale young man move across the long street, leaving a long trail of blood.

*

In the halls of Fort Krigane.

Moshan looked at the big iron head kneeling on one knee.

This guy's head is indeed very big, unlike ordinary people.

A very terrible scar on the forehead, pale purple plug, twisted scar like a large centipede, is shocking.

Miss Jenny and Mrs. Allen couldn't stand it when they looked at it.

This guy named Chiswick is full of evil and murderous energy, and the sight of a person can give you nightmares.

"Big head, follow me from now on, be my soldier, what do you have to say?"

"Lord Magic Mountain, my life as a Chiswick will be an adult from now on. "My lord, I have only one last regret, I still have a dozen brothers who are imprisoned in Lannis's black cell, begging my lord to find a way to save my brothers' lives." ”