"Sodros is a simple-minded man with well-developed limbs, and he can be described as a martial artist."

- Azeroloy, the leader of the Violent Raid Regiment

In the night-filled town of Nojpera, there is not a single figure on the street at this time.

Rickety corpse robbers, in groups of three or five, whispering, solemn-faced mummies, some leaning against the corner of the wall to gasp, others are motionless, closing their eyes to recuperate.

A bar called "Blue Ocean" has an old sign in front of the door, covered in dust.

The bar was brightly lit and bustling with people, seemingly oblivious to everything outside.

On a huge round table, there are many delicious delicacies.

For example, the fat roast goose, the fragrant beer duck, the roast suckling pig with a table knife, the cold beer just served, everything makes people feel like they are having a feast.

"Come on, come on, everyone eat while it's hot, and you're not polite between brothers!" , a pair of chopsticks poked a few times on the fat goose, and dragged down a large piece of meat.

The owner of the chopsticks is a middle-aged man wearing a red turban and a white robe.

Around him were middle-aged men dressed exactly like him.

"Why are we violently searching and arresting the group, the most important thing is the relationship between the members," said someone with a big grin as he ripped off a piece of chicken wing.

"It's nice to be able to get together for a hot pot meal in a place where birds don't poop," said someone who fished out a slice of beef in the hot pot.

"When Lord Dirigi himself comes, why don't we have another big meal," someone suggested.

"Tsk, good idea", this sentence attracted praise from everyone.

There is a peaceful atmosphere inside the bar, while outside the bar is not so calm.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air that even the robbers and mummies didn't notice.

A whole five powerful breaths were cleverly hidden outside the window.

"Head, the blessing of this god is so good," Hans poked a small hole through the window, keeping an eye on the movement inside.

"Shhhh

"Head, do you want me to rush in and kill this guy and kill a piece of armor?" Bob's eyes widened.

"Don't be reckless, Bob, execute Plan A right away," Yang Jian said, pulling out a pair of grenades from his backpack behind him.

"Bao Zhuangshi", Yang Jian handed the grenade to Bob.

"What's wrong?" Bob was a little puzzled.

"In order to minimize your own casualties, Bob, you must accurately throw this grenade into the hot pot in the bar", Yang Jian looked serious.

"If only the agile Moby were here," Bob muttered reluctantly, remembering the Dark Elf sapper captain known as the "Human Grenadier".

After all, Bao Zhuangshi still rolled up his sleeves.

I saw that his left hand was clenched into a fist, and his right arm was like a spring ready to fire.

"Huh!" Bob snorted and began to gase.

With his left hand, he gently pulled the ring of the grenade, and a pungent smell of gunpowder suddenly permeated.

"Wow!" A gleam flashed in Bob's eyes, and he threw a grenade.

In mid-air, a gorgeous parabola was formed, and the target was the beef hot pot that was still rising in thin waves.

"Poof", the grenade successfully sank into the pot, causing countless waves for a while.