"There's no coward, is it? Come, put down all your weapons. ”

Adam was the first to untie his sword and throw it at his feet, along with his coat.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Someone was beaten to the ground, which successfully aroused the curiosity of the audience, the stairs rumbled, and the people on the second floor blocked the corner to watch.

"Duchen, your new boss."

[You trapped yourself in the tavern, and the villains clenched their fists, and if the speech did not carry weight, it would not reach their ears at all. 】

"Captain Leslie said he would give me a batch of troops, but why, hehe, this room is full of scum and garbage?"

The remark paused the crowd for a moment.

The young man put on his identity, making the whole situation clear, and the guys who were not interested in the corner all squinted their eyes seriously.

"Boy, do you know the consequences of this?"

He did not answer, but pushed away the crowd with a cold expression, and walked to the center of the tavern under the snort of several strong men.

There are two round wooden barrels here, and the wine inside has been emptied.

The residual liquid gives the dark container a bit of heaviness, which is very suitable as a betting tool for wine boxing.

"Why are you stunned? After paying all the bets, we are free to play, and in the end, whoever can still speak, can carry it away! ”

Knock Rum.

Adam unbuttoned his cuffs and threw two golden ravens into it.

【Arrogant Boyer Mercenaries】

[Attitude: Anger]

"I've had enough, this idiot isn't worth wasting my time."

The mercenary who spoke had a straight nose and a handsome body, and obviously had a bit of fame in the bay, but he was quite dissatisfied with the captain's arrangement.

Actually, a lot of people think so.

They all seemed to be drunk, boasting about their past deeds, and feeling that they should be directly under Leslie's command, rather than being provoked by such a young boy.

The Swordfish Killer is out there and encounters with Adam.

He took the boatswain's money and wanted to quietly kill "Duchen" out of sight of the crowd!

As a result, he was kicked into the tavern and passed out on the floor, and the notorious thugs around him did not know what the young man was capable of.

"What's the matter, can't afford to gamble? Beg for mercy, I can borrow you. ”

Adam's tone was flat.

The few people who got up to leave all stopped in their tracks.

Laughter and mocking whistles were heard all over the tavern, far more useful than deadbolts, after all, who could endure one insult after another?

The back of the boyer was trembling.

He has a unique skill, that is, he can use stones to beat the swimming fish in the shallow water, and many opponents who fought him to the death in the alley have suffered in this trick.

He snatched several coins from his pocket, a mixture of gold and silver, and threw them backwards like darts.

Adam tilted over.

The coins passed through his forehead, throat, and under his arms, nailed to the crowd behind him, breaking a few ribs and shattering two glasses.

"Damn, I'm going to rip your throat out."

The red-faced Boye, like a breeding cow in the mating period, pounced forward with his big hand.

Adam stooped over and raised his hand to clamp the bell-sized Adam's apple.

He uses his absolute crushing agility and fighting skills to easily nullify the opponent's ability to move.

At the same time, the foot instantly exerted force, and in the sound of a piece, the tall and strong boy Boye was pushed out of an arc and pressed firmly to the ground.

But Adam didn't stop......

He didn't want to kill, but this level of provocation was not enough to impress a mercenary who had been fighting bloody battles all year round.

So he pounced, pressed his left hand down the opponent's throat, and pulled his right fist back a few arcs hard.

Originally, a few others also wanted to leave, but the boyers were the first to resist, and then they were beaten to the point that their noses were bleeding.

"Gong goods, I'm going to kill you!"

"Damn, begging for mercy won't work."

The curses continued, followed by the end of the unsheathed weapons, they were gangsters, who didn't have much chance with the captain, and didn't care too much.

"Keep it and buy a shroud!"

But they also have a little cleverness, which is to throw money into the bucket.

If he really hacked "Duchen" to death, it can be said that he brought it on himself, and the process was very in line with the rules, and presumably the boatswain would have expressed his support.

[Gambling amount: 11 golden crows and 6 silver pythons]

The crowd whispered.

They weren't shocked, they were expecting violent images of wide-eyed eyes longing to see blood flying, or severed limbs screaming.

Poop!

In the almost closed tavern, there was a loud bang.

After a brief flicker of sparks, half of the [Noren Sword] fell from the sky, and finally plunged into the ground, the section shining with silver light, and it couldn't stop trembling.

Adam held a broad blade in his hand, which had been removed from the waist of the Poyer, with a deep groove left on it.

[One-handed weapon: 208]

This level of proficiency is not at all the same level as the gangsters who use sharp weapons to scare people.

"You're just going to scare people with this thing, right?"

Adam walked away from the boye, his eyes filled with anger, a very different expression from the one he had just teased.

"No, no, no."

The thug flinched, the hilt of his sword falling to the ground, and before he could beg for mercy, he was stabbed.

The blood of the big tent fell inside and outside the bar, and the remaining two followers were also hit hard like eagle reeds, and fell down one after another in a miserable scream.

Oh –

The audience realizes that he dares to kill.

The short and smooth movements, although avoiding the key points, can still feel the strength of "Duchen".

They all spend other people's inheritances to live, and they can see what kind of guy is the most dangerous.

The young man in front of him is quite informative!

Outside the tavern window.

Anger was enjoying a meat paste, which looked terrible but tasted surprisingly good.

There had been a few cheers in the tavern, and a short rush of knives, and now it was a mess more restless than the stove in the blacksmith's shop.

Paul and Zaniu also had a good meal, the fried fish was crispy and delicious, and the grain stuff was refreshing.

"I don't have the basic guts, I'm not qualified to stay, get out of here!"

Adam's voice was easy to discern.

Immediately after, the window glass shattered, and three unlucky men with knife wounds were thrown out one after another, eating their mouths full of dust and beginning to curl up and moan.

"Yo, what did we say when we climbed the window? Tsk, don't worry, all you can hum is a small wound. ”

Aang mocked mercilessly, continuing to pick up food.

The three brothers sat on a small square stool and clinked glasses in tacit and calm manner.

[Defeat opponents: 4 people]

[Cumulative Fame Increase: 89]

In the tavern, the audience was already boiling.

The table was hammered several times, and the sound of shaking made people's heads dizzy, more shocking than the war drums of Rin Mutula.

The brawny men tore their shirts, smashed the bottles, and threw the gambling money out of their purses.

Poor little barrels, alone in the middle of the field, like bullied children, swaying from side to side by coins, with the occasional pearl and gold cup.

They were eager to try and want to go up and compete now.

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