The smoker snorted his bong, turning the tavern gray.

The old man with one eye open, the mercenary with blonde hair, the girl in the white dress, and the blue hat Zhu Tian were all in the gray smoke.

The old man flaunted his age, and from time to time he said a word to the mercenary who yelled at him, which suddenly made the other party angry and shouted his father and scolded his mother.

The smoke rose in a curling air, piercing through the gloomy air until it drifted into Zhu Tian's nostrils. In Frank's opinion, the owner is in a bad mood today.

"You don't have anything to do...... Get out of here. The stinky octopus said that fortunately he still knows how to use the word "please". Zhu Tian listened to it, and only felt that the old man's voice was full of politeness.

"Stop. Zhu Tian said to the mercenary, "Don't talk nonsense here. ”

In fact, someone noticed him when he walked in, and the mercenaries present didn't know that this young man in the blue hat was the owner of Frank's boss, and the silver coin that was stolen by the little nightingale last time he went to visit the flower building was the one he helped to get back, but at this time, after prostituting the little nightingale in the smoker's tavern, their money was stolen again......

No one is embarrassed to look at Zhu Tian, and it is for Boss Frank's face that people help you get the money back, but you turn around and go to play with the little nightingale, and you lose the money again?

Frank, in particular, was already on the verge of burying his head in his pecs.

"Master, the wine in the Smoker's Tavern has special ingredients, and the brothers fainted after drinking, and the money on their bodies was also taken away. Frank explained the cause of the conflict in a few words, but in fact, there was no need for him to say it, and Zhu Tian also understood it on the side.

"Well, I said stop talking nonsense. Zhu Tian repeated what he had said before, and then walked to the side of the old man in the center.

Stinky Octopus ...... Well...... In fact, his body doesn't stink, but there is a perennial smoky smell, ordinary people may have the urge to sneeze when they smell it, but Zhu Tian is different, he took a deep breath and smelled the air around the old man like enjoyment. Look at the old man's hair again, lock by lock tied together with string, hmm...... It's very appropriate to describe it as a dirty pigtail in another world, and the old guy's style is very killing Matt......

"You...... What do you call it?" asked Zhu Tian politely.

The old man opened one eye and closed one eye, and the dreadlocks spread out from his head, like tentacles, very much like an octopus indeed. "I told you, get out of here. ”

"Old gentleman, this is a trivial matter," Zhu Tian tapped the nobleman's cane on the floor, lowered his head, and slowly approached the octopus with his face. "I have great respect for Palestine and Israel, so I will call you an old man. ”

"Get out of here, please. The stinky octopus repeated it slowly, as if Zhu Tian was demented and couldn't understand what he had just said.

The mercenary just called this old man a stinky octopus, and Zhu Tian thought that this stinky smelled taste, but now it seems that he misunderstood, and what really stinks is his temper.

Zhu Tian wanted to see some clues from the old face in front of him, and he wanted to know what made this old guy so fearless. If you really want to do it, you can take out any mercenary and dismantle this old bone, but no one does it, just because this guy relies on the old and sells the old? If this is the case, then these mercenaries will really become a joke. He must have something to rely on, not just Palestine and Israel!" "A character like you should know about the fire in Xicheng the day before yesterday, right?"

"I know that Mr. Palestinians and Israelis killed more than 300 people! No one in the city dared to go out that day, but I took a look from afar. The stinky octopus said with pride in his tone, "More than three hundred! In a few moments, we will destroy all the men of Jodelman! Boy, are you afraid! Hehehehe! Tell you, a considerable number of those three hundred people are condemned to death!" He took a puff of his cigarette gun, pursed his lower lip, and spat the smoke from his mouth into his nostrils.

"You know it, I'm a part of it. Zhu Tian smiled lightly and added: "At that time, I was standing next to Palestine and Israel, and some of the condemned prisoners were knocked to death by me. ”

The stinky octopus was expressionless, as if deaf to a deaf ear.

"So, it's much more interesting to do something like killing with your own hands than to listen to it with your ears. When Zhu Tian said this, he suddenly changed the topic, and said casually, "Old man, can you please do well and pay back the hard-earned money of my brothers." After speaking, Zhu Tian's eyes narrowed.

At this time, Pique had already used his mental power to find out, and there were some crossbowmen hidden in the room on the second floor, no wonder this old guy was so arrogant.

But what about the crossbowmen? After Zhu Tian determined the final number from Pique, he suddenly lost his scruples.

There were only seven people, and they were scattered in different rooms, and with the help of the noble cane, they could be dealt with silently......

Seeing that the stinky octopus was still putting on a stinky face, Zhu Tian finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to use some means, but at this time, the stinky octopus suddenly opened his other eye. "If your money is taken by our little nightingale, I will return it to you as it is, but they can't. ”

"Just because they're Odin?" If he said that, Zhu Tian was a little helpless, every place has its own rules. As a yodelman, does he want to help the Odin against his own people?

In fact, Zhu Tian has no prejudice about race. Whether it's an Odin or a Yodelman, as long as you don't put a lamp in front of him, he will treat everyone equally. However, at this time, he was in a hurry to take the Palestinians and Israelis away, so he could only use some special means.

Salute first and then soldier, it has always been Zhu Tian's attitude. However, just when he wanted to knock the stinky octopus directly with the noble cane, Emma shouted timidly behind him: "Grandpa Paul, don't you know me?"

Paul, this old man's name is Paul, Paul the Octopus, and Zhu Tian looked back at Emma, who was showing half of her head. I thought to myself, this old man is a little interesting.

Is it a coincidence?

He thought of another world, and Paul the Octopus was the super "prophet emperor" of the World Cup! He once accurately predicted the results of the World Cup and the European Cup in South Africa!

When the stinky octopus heard his real name called, he finally put down the long smoking gun, and through the smoke, he could see the pretty face. "Aha! Are you ...... Little Emma? I'll never forget the two little pear vortices on your face, hahahaha! Good boy, come to Grandpa Paul. He put the cigarette on his lap and stretched out his hands in a hug gesture.

Hmm? Who do you want to hug Zhu Tian squeezed Emma's hand tightly and didn't let her take a step. As for Emma, as if she heard Zhu Tian's heart, she gave a chest salute with her other hand and said, "Grandpa Paul, my father does know these mercenaries. She testified.

Paul didn't care about this, he watched Emma hide behind Zhu Tian, only half of her body exposed. "Little Emma, you've grown so big, you weren't as tall as this smoking gun when I held you last time...... I'm getting old......" he said, and he picked up his cigarette gun again and smoked it again.

Zhu Tian was helpless and didn't want to waste any more time.

"Frank, take your brothers with me, I'll make up for you the money you lost, and I have a mission for you to do. "At most, they lost a few hundred silver coins in the Smoker Tavern, and Zhu Tian's bet of 10,000 silver coins at the crash meeting yesterday has not been cashed out.

Frank listened to Zhu Tian, and the mercenaries listened to Frank, and with Zhu Tian's assurance, no one had any objections......

"Grandpa Paul, I'll go home first. Emma whispered goodbye.

Looking at the back that has grown up, the stinky octopus has a lot of emotion in his heart. The emotion of time, the emotion of the past. "Wait," he said in a deep voice, "I can return the money to you, not because of this blue hat, not because of Israel, but for the sake of ...... Little Emma's face!"

The mercenaries looked at each other, some of them had lost silver coins in the flower building, so they chased the debt from Emma and chased it to her house......

"Your silver coins are the reward of my girls, after all, the fat people from outside the city don't touch it a few times a year, so I will compensate you with my own money. The stinky octopus said as he pulled a black bag from under his chair with his pipe. "Maybe there are sixty or seventy gold coins here, eh...... I forgot how much, no matter what, even if I compensate you for more. With a swing of the bong, the money bag flew into Frank's hand.