Uno staggered into the crowd and walked down a crooked path towards Bruux.

The latter was in a bad mood, and he transferred his dissatisfaction with Grace to his father, feeling that he had caused all this today.

He is so powerful, why is he not the owner of this ship? This way I can do whatever I want on the boat, just like in Haimeng.

Then a voice called reason replied in his heart: he had done enough, not everyone could be the master of the Nagfar.

But then, this answer was selectively ignored, and he retorted as if raising the bar:

Since he's not, why did he send me aboard? Isn't I ashamed enough? Aside from the excitement of the night, the ship had no fun at all.

Reason shut up, Breu is like a fool at the moment, and there is no way to reason with a fool.

Unable to answer, Bruw's resentment became even more depressed, and suddenly a small word came from his ears.

"Look at that lost dog, how many losers is he? It's not even as good as yesterday's ......."

"It's unbelievable, yesterday he was a hipster, he wasn't even as good as a hipster......"

Who!?

Bruw stopped, looked around, and saw that there was nothing unusual around, standing with goblets and a few others looking at him because of his anomaly.

Could it be that something is wrong with my ears?

But when he doubted himself, the voice came again.

"Tsk, the hipster is famous for only thinking with his lower body, so I'm afraid he doesn't ......"

"Shhhh......h

"It's so pitiful, Lord Victor's son is a bastard......

……

Sure he had heard correctly, Bruux squinted and saw that several of the people who were looking at him had a sneer in their eyes.

It's you! Can't escape Uncle Ben's eyes!

Thinking that he had found a blind spot, he walked over angrily, and when he saw the expressions of those people, he instantly became frightened, and his heart was even more convinced.

If it's not you, why be afraid of me!?

He didn't feel at all that, with his posture, any ordinary person would be afraid.

"You, what are you going to do?" Mr. Jetton stepped back in a panic, and accidentally leaned against a table, knocking over the bottle, causing a commotion, and many pairs of eyes looked this way.

"How dare you laugh at me, despicable scum!" Bruw scolded as he reached for Jeton's neckline, but he didn't want to be blocked by a thick arm.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

The thick-haired arm was firmly attached to Bru's hand like a pincer, and the latter looked down the arm to see a tattoo of an anchor entwined with aquatic weeds on the upper arm.

Hipsters?

These three words tugged at his heart at once.

He looked up and saw Uno's face, and saw that it was Grace's servant, and his mood was even worse when he remembered what had happened just now.

"Go away, hipster, there's no place for you here."

"Uno can't tolerate bullying in his eyes!" The justice that Uno said was loud and powerful. "Uno is not a bastard, and he won't let it go unfairly."

This sentence deeply irritated Bruw, and he couldn't help but laugh angrily.

"Very well, you said it greatly. Irving! ”

He shouted, and a figure appeared in the air, and his fingertips seemed to have a cold light, gently brushing over Uno's shoulder, who felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and instantly became sore, and had to let go and retreat.

He hugged his arms and saw that the black pus and blood could not stop flowing, obviously poisoned.

"Don't provoke someone you can't afford to mess with, it will break next time." The assassin named Owen said coldly, turned to look at Brou, and said respectfully, "Listen to your orders." ”

Brue looked at Uno and Jeton coldly, trying to find pain and remorse in their faces, but alas, he failed. Not only did Uno not regret it, but as if he was aroused to be ferocious, he stared at him with eyes.

"What, garbage hipster, do you still have any grievances?" Bruw cursed, and the look in his eyes made him very unhappy.

Uno was about to retort, but was stopped by a hand.

The person who came was not Mu Yan, nor Amacer, or even someone that Uno knew, but the leader of the Chaoren squad who was in charge of maintaining order in the banquet hall, he was wearing pigtails, a head taller than Uno, his skin was as gray as cement, and the muscles on his arms were knotted.

"You're the son of Lord Victor, aren't you?" Pigtails asked, but her eyes turned to the assassin. "You're Haymon's 'Viper's Kiss' Owen?"

Owen didn't speak, but Breu was a little dissatisfied, and the other party didn't even call his name, which was obviously looking down on him.

"So what, want to touch him? You don't ask me. Brew looked like he was the one who spoke the matter, standing in front of Owen, desperately looking for a sense of existence.

"That's right." The pigtails smiled, his body was short, his steps were slightly wrong, and he bypassed Bruw and came to Owen with a swiftness that did not match his own image at all.

But this poisonous snake's kiss is not a vegetarian, seeing the other party coming forward, his hands swept in front of him, and the cold light pierced the other party's façade, obviously he didn't intend to keep his hands.

A pair of baffles instantly appeared on the pigtails' arms, and after two crisp "sonorous" sounds, a deep depression was left on each board, and the bulge at the other end was even embedded in the flesh.

But he didn't care at all, and took advantage of Owen's forward stabbing forward, grabbed the opponent's shoulder with one hand, stepped steadily, and swung a punch with the other hand, heading straight for the opponent's left chest.

The moment Owen was grabbed by the shoulder, he knew the other party's intentions, his right hand wrapped around the pigtailed arm like a snake, kicked hard under his feet, and stepped out of the enchantment on the floor with bursts of ripples, and the whole person rose in the air, horizontal to the ground, and could avoid this punch, and even stabbed downward in the next moment, leaving a pitch-black wound on the opponent's arm without baffle protection.

The fishy smell gushed out with black blood, like a crack in a water pipe, spurting upward. Owen turned his head to avoid the filth, broke free of his opponent's lost arm, and leaped back a few meters to land gracefully like a gymnastics world champion.

The two men fought in a flash-of-fire affair, and it wasn't until the end of those rounds that Breu realized he was being glamorously ignored again.

He turned around and was about to loudly reprimand the other party for his rudeness, but just in time to see Owen fall to the ground with a "bang" with a look of disbelief.

Hell, didn't he win?

Bruw was dumbfounded.

As if he had expected this, Pigtail pulled a dagger from his boot, blankly ripped off the rotten flesh from his arm, wiped the tip of the knife on his shirt a few times, and walked back to Uno.

"Bear with me, good boy." He said.

"Uno is not afraid of pain." Uno said with a sigh of air, took out a piece of sauced beef from the package on his waist and threw it into his mouth.

"Uno's flesh can't be cut."

Pigtails laughed at the honesty he showed.

"Your name is Uno, and my name is McConn." He said as he cut the rotten flesh off Uno's shoulder.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, come, eat meat."

Uno handed a piece of meat to McConn.

The latter was originally a little resistant, but when he saw Uno's sincere eyes, his heart softened, and he opened his mouth.

However, as soon as the meat entered his mouth, he became addicted.

This piece of meat was different from any piece of Maikong that he had eaten before, and the taste was simply indescribable. Although its meat is firm and chewy, it is tender and refreshing, not hard or woody, and has a rich sauce aroma, salty and light, so that the movements of his hands involuntarily stopped.

"Uno's meat is delicious!" Uno boasted.

McCone nodded approvingly.

……

On the other side, Bruw walked towards Owen in a panic, the only servant assigned to him by Victor, an assassin with a reputation no less than that of a bounty hunter, how could he be killed in one hit?

But before he could touch Owen, two pitch-black figures exuding an icy aura blocked him one left and one right.

"The Viper's Kiss is a traitor to the Shadow Footsteps, please don't interfere with others."

With that, Owen was taken away, leaving Breu standing in place, dumbfounded.

At this time, there was a small discussion around him, although it was not a hallucination this time, but Bruux did not listen to a word.