"Not our people? That's the enemy? MR3 That idiot! I can't even handle such a guy! Looks like I'm better than him! ”

Von Clay couldn't help but feel a little complacent, and spun around on the ground, looking really enchanting in a ballet posture.

The corners of Tang Shen's mouth twitched, and he almost vomited out yesterday's overnight meal, this guy is really shameless, so angry.

"Xiao Feng Feng, let's talk, MR0, oh...... Maybe you only know the information of MR1, tell me, where he is, you have a minute to think. ”

Smiled and walked to the MR2 table, and then sat down unceremoniously, picking up the red wine on the table as if he was at home.

"Are you going to drink? Girl. ”

Holding Miss. Golden Week in one hand, he handed the red wine in front of her with the other.

The scarlet wine reflected the pretty face of Miss. Golden Week, a burst of panic and shame, although it was still an ungrown little Lori, but the mind was already comparable to that of an adult, and it always felt a little weird to be held and fed wine.

“…… Have a little drink. ”

Originally, I wanted to shake my head and refuse, after all, what Miss. Golden Week likes is only lollipops and the like, and for drinks......

However, after the tragic death of MR3 and MR in both fingers came to her mind, she felt that she was better to accept it.

"Really sensible, good, be careful not to choke."

Tang Shen smiled and fed Miss.Golden Monday a sip of red wine, which made the little Lori's face redden, and she almost vomited, but she swallowed it raw.

Miss, who swallowed a whole sip of red wine, felt a little hot and spicy on the spot, and couldn't help but open her little mouth and snort, and her beautiful eyes were even more intoxicated.

“……”

MR2 Feng Clay looked at it for a while, you must know that Miss. Golden Week is notoriously bad-tempered in the work club, this girl is okay if she doesn't mess with her, but if she messes with her...... Maybe while you're resting, draw a colored circle underneath and curse you.

At the beginning, he was young and ignorant, but he was painted by the girl in a frustrated color, which caused him to pause in the circle for a week...... I didn't even out.,The pain can be imagined.,Otherwise, a little Lori wouldn't be able to become MR3's partner.,After all, this strength is still a bit strong.。

But now......

Is this still the Golden Week you know?

Listen to that strange young man so well-behaved? Wait, why is this guy so familiar? Where do you think you've seen it?

Looking at Tang Shen who was pouring himself a drink in front of him, Feng Clei was a little dazed, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, but he felt that he seemed to have seen it.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, which frightened the drunkards around them, and everyone looked at them with a change of face.

It turned out that the rebel fat man who was talking business with von Cray was already going berserk.

"What guys! Dare to be rude to Mr. Feng! Also, hurry up and put down Miss Golden Week! You bastard, I don't know whose territory this is? From the moment you stepped into this bar, you were destined to go out lying down tonight! If you are obedient, it may make you lie down more comfortably! ”

The bloated middle-aged man shouted angrily.

After all, the rebels in Alabastan now rely largely on the support of the Baroque Workshops, and if they lose their weapons supply and political guidance, I am afraid that it will be difficult for them to get things done.

So, in this situation, of course, it is necessary to take a good pat on the back of Feng Crey, and if he can say a few kind words for himself in front of the mysterious president, it will be even more thankful!

Obviously, this bloated middle-aged man has no low status here, and after an angry shout, at least ordinary people in the bar stood up, touching their waists one by one, their eyes were full of unkindness, and they were eyeing Tang Shen like a beast.

"There are 45 seconds left."

Tang Shen looked at the time with a smile, continued to fill himself with a glass, and gestured again to Miss. Golden Week.

The little girl almost burst into tears, forcibly swallowed a mouthful of wine, coughed violently, her little face was extremely red, and she was even almost drunk.

Continuing to drink Miss. Golden Week's sip of wine, Tang Shen closed his eyes beautifully.

"This idiot dares to look down on Lao Tzu! Mr. Feng, I solved this trouble for you, don't work for you! Kill this idiot, little ones!! Be careful not to disturb Miss. ”

The bloated fat man roared sharply, and with a wave of his hand, the drunkards around him, that is, the rebels, immediately roared and took out daggers, long knives and the like and swarmed towards Tang Shen, as for the pistol.

Golden Week is in the hands of Tang Shen, for the sake of the relationship of the Baroque Work Society, it is better not to get hurt.

"There are 30 seconds left."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Tang Shen kept smiling at Feng Cree.

The strange eyes, Feng Clei's hair was furious, he wanted to have a seizure, but the sixth sense made the hairs on his whole body stand upside down, and in front of him it seemed that he was not an ordinary youth, but a terrifying beast!

Unlike the MR3, the MR2 von Clay is a melee fighter who relies on powerful punches and kicks, and his fruit ability is secondary, and is used more for deception.

The long hours of hand-to-hand combat had made his sixth sense extremely sharp, and it had been this strong sixth sense that had saved him several times before, but now it ...... Why is this happening?

Feng Clei's heart struggled violently, the guy in front of him hadn't made a move, but he couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart, this was the intention to break out when he was oppressed by the superiors, why did this happen?

"Bastard! Lao Tzu is talking to you, you are so ......"

Burst!

The angry rebuke of the bloated middle-aged man stopped abruptly, and he kept slapping the table, leaning forward, glaring angrily at the posture of preparing to roar, but ...... I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't say anything, my mouth made a gurgling coughing sound, my eyes almost spit out, and I couldn't believe that I was looking at the sharp stab that passed through my heart!

This is the starting point for an incredibly sharp spike...... Tang God's fingers.

And the dark thorn pierced his heart with precision, and ...... Pierced along with the hearts of the six rebels behind them, pierced like a skewer of lamb by a sharp stab the thickness of a thumb......

Everyone was in place, and the rebel soldiers who were ready to rush forward were dumbfounded, and the swords in their hands felt even weaker, and those who were timid were even more trembling on the spot, and they were paralyzed on the ground.

Miss. Golden Zhou, who was held in Tang Shen's arms, was also drunk and woke up a little, and her little face turned pale.

In front of him, Von Cree was so frightened that the glass in his hand fell to the ground, and the sound of clanging seemed to be the only sound in the quiet bar, even if the wine spilled on his body, he didn't notice it.