Half of the thief's arm was paralyzed by the cold ice true qi, but because Lao Chen didn't make a ruthless move, he thought that it was just his own blood and blood that was not smooth, and his arm was numb.

He felt the power of grasping his wrist like iron tongs, and out of the corner of his eye, he found that his accomplice was trying to "help" him get out, and immediately his eyes rolled, and he opened his mouth deliberately and viciously and continued to bark and insult: "Lao Tzu has grown so big, and you still use you to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail to teach me how to be a man! Lao Tzu is psychologically mature and complete." Fucking fuck you, fucking let go of Lao Tzu!! don't think that if you catch Lao Tzu once, you want to be a fucking fucking fucking pussy to educate your dad and me! Your dad and I were born to be perfect people in the new era! Sage !!hahaha......"

The other party's constant spittle of "wonderful" foul language made the calm old Chen Wenyan also look indifferent.

However, although he was talking to the younger little pimp, he was also paying attention to his surroundings, after all, such thieves usually have many accomplices to assist.

The bar regulars who had already discovered the situation around them turned their heads to watch the play with a playful look on their faces, as if they were a group of scavenging vultures waiting for a corpse.

There are also those who know Gregory's men, and are expecting the new stranger to make some noise or add some ridicule to the conversation of the "old mouse".

In addition, there are some people who seem to be pirates or gangsters, who seem to have liked the "bloody conflicts" of various bars, and even in such a chaotic atmosphere, their faces have not lost their coolness.

Most of them have fierce faces, and they wear scimitars and short swords at their waists—weapons suitable for fighting in narrow terrain......; Or they may lay their arms flat on the wine table, next to each other with some of the pirates' favorite flexible and light short forks, and often gather around different wine tables in groups of three or five, gambling and drinking, and occasionally inadvertently opening their eyes, with a strong look of vigilance, scanning left and right and warning them a few peeps.

Even the only bartender here didn't move the slightest bit, just lowered his head as if he were looking at a work of art, and used a gray dirty linen cloth to wipe the wooden wine glass that could never be wiped clean, occasionally glancing around, after seeing that a few people had not destroyed the bar's facilities because of the fight. Hands are free and agile and quick tossing - clown-like nimble bartending techniques, after pouring five glasses of wine at the same time without leaking, let the deliberately coquettish waitress deliver it to other impatient guests.

Everyone didn't care who was hurt, but were keen to see the funny and bloody scenes of violence.

The 20-year-old gangster, the pig iron short sword that secretly stabbed Lao Chen's waist, was naturally pinched on the blade by his fingertips, and he couldn't move at all.

It's too late, it's too soon.

At this moment of diverting attention, the little red guy who was grabbed by his right hand and deliberately said some dirty words was also extremely cunning, and suddenly let go of the dagger in his right hand, letting it fall half a foot naturally with gravity, and then quickly grabbed it with his left hand, and cooperated with his accomplice to move against the middle-aged bearded vendor.

In the two young "three hands", it is inferred from the experience of the streets that have experienced "swords and swords" since childhood.

A Baotou cloth vendor who has most of the pawns, even if he has the strength to die, it is estimated that his skills will not be strong. Besides, with their thieves' ability to stab behind their backs, as long as they don't wear armor and passively triggered expensive protective spell items, they all have a chance to stab each other.

In this three-way area, even if outsiders are stabbed to death, no one will report the case for investigation, and the mass graves outside the city are their final destination.

The clay people have three points of Saturn, not to mention these two little deflated threes, one is more vicious than the other, and some of the unscrupulous brain-dead trolls in some chat groups on the Internet.

Master Chen didn't look back to the ground, and bounced away with the middle finger of his left hand wrapped in the force field - he started stealing the blood groove dagger of the thief he stole from him, and then slapped him hard with his backhand, slapping the opponent on the ground like a top, first pounced and knocked the back of a drinker's chair, and then stopped and instinctively groaned in pain! Finally~ coughed violently, knelt on the floor, and vomited out three mooses mixed with blood foam.

The young thief lay on the ground, and for a moment he felt that the world was spinning, and the golden red stars flashed in front of him, and his hands and feet were soft, and he couldn't concentrate on getting up for a long time.

Lao Chen's eyes took on some bright blue light, and he carefully stared at the eyes of the "skilled" waist-stabbing thief behind him.

From the [Soul Vision], you can see the surface of the other party's soul, there is a small amount of blood-red mist-like energy entrenched in the brain part, and a layer of thin black-gray carbon-like particles is draped on the body, which together forms a turbid spiritual aura coat like "fog and haze".

This is a negative energy particle that is easier to naturally attract and absorb under one's own tyrannical spiritual mood after killing and abusing living beings.

It can affect the carrier's mental and physical fitness, and it can also be used by the other party.

Even the extremely low-demon planet of the earth, those murderous warlords and thieves, will have some spiritual deterrent ability, and the cultivators who are proficient in some hypnotic methods, or the eminent monks who are diligent in cultivating spiritual valves, can also "cross" the anger of others through the peaceful spiritual force field they exude.

Reputedly.

Priests have a spell called "Detection Faction", which can be used to distinguish between murderers and evildoers who do more evil, and this may be the same principle.

Chen Xuyuan then brought some oppressive eyes, and asked in an indifferent tone: "It's very skilled at stabbing people~ I think I've killed a few unlucky ghosts who walk at night, right?"

The young gangster in his early 20s felt a little inexplicably trembling, but before he could urge the murderous anger in his heart, his face showed a fierce look and continued to harden his mouth.

This time.

Ahhhhh!!h

Chen Xuyuan didn't wait for the other party to speak viciously and insulting, he directly twisted his hand, snatched the opponent's short sword, and cut off the thumb of the adult gangster's right hand very simply from the root: "You can still find things to do with a few fingers, but if you want to hold a dagger and stab someone, it's not so easy." I'm in a good mood today and don't want to hurt someone's life. Roll !!"

The adult ponytail bastard's face was full of pain, tightly clutching his severed finger, staggering back a few steps, and staring at Lao Chen with a look of fear mixed with resentment, as if to memorize his face.

But how could Lao Chen be afraid of this kind of revenge, if he wasn't wanted by the big forces at this time, he didn't want to attract too much attention, and he would kill him, he didn't have the habit of respecting the old and loving the young to those who wanted to attack him.

But before the adult thug could turn away, someone stretched out a powerful palm and pressed his shoulder from behind.

He bared his teeth like a beast on the brink of a dead end, and was about to turn his head to speak ill of the blocker, or simply slap it over to clear the way. As a result, he suddenly saw the person who came, and he was directly shocked into a cold sweat, and said: "Boss, you are here!! you want this blood debt to help us get it back!! woo woo...... He's got my right hand gone. ”

Gregory's face was gloomy, and he raised his right palm to stop his men from continuing to complain.

"Brother, on which road? If you are killed today, someone will send you back, which is considered the mercy of the master!~" Of course, the gangster leader understands that no matter what the other party is, as long as he still eats, this little one is injured, and the boss always has to make a head.

In fact, it is to take the opportunity to retaliate and establish a foreign deterrent force that will be reciprocated.

If he doesn't say anything at the scene today and doesn't stand up for his subordinates, then he will be spurned by the people on the road, and those wavering subordinates~ It is estimated that he may soon switch to other gangs.

Moreover~

As smart as the Gregorian Boss~

He had always thought that the gang leaders of the other streets of Nyarlathotep, who ~ believed in conspiracy and killing, were utter fools!!

I didn't see their own subordinates, staring at their backs with green eyes every day, and they must be envious, jealous and hateful in their hearts!

Maybe.

I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and their boss will die soon~ so that his subordinates can take the position~~~