John always thought that camels would be slow, but they were no worse than donkeys when they actually ran.

As soon as it got dark and the stars rose, John arrived in a camel cart to Casablanca, the capital of the Kingdom of Morocco, a bustling city with the charm of an ancient desert city.

John continued to use his knife to open the way, asked for the exact location of the Intercontinental Hotel, and walked along the brightly lit street.

As he turned the street, John suddenly felt several more pairs of eyes on his back.

Very ill-intentioned.

"Huh."

John sneered, and deliberately turned into the alleyway next to him.

Look at what kind of sand sculpture is at the bottom, and it's starting to grow hair again.

Soon, John was surrounded by four people, two of whom were guarding the front of the alleyway, and the other two were blocking the back of the alleyway, and John was in the middle.

"Not bad...... It just so happens that I've been a little flustered these days, my hands are itchy, and the big knife has long been hungry and thirsty, so I'll use the experience of the four of you to nourish my dry heart. ”

John took out two finger knives and put them between his fingers.

[Mantis Arm as a Car] (Kono Falls) You are very proficient in the finger knife, the finger knife in your hand, you are like you have the whole world, and the whole world will tremble under your finger knife.

With the [Mantis Arm as a Car] trait plus [Fighting] Grandmaster (382/450) and [Cold Weapon] Master (355/375), unless you encounter a supreme existence like an adjudicator, it is just chopping melons and vegetables, not too easy.

The four guys looked like locals, they had never seen the world, and they didn't know how powerful John was a foreigner, and when they saw John flashing his finger knife, they also pulled out the scimitar they carried with them, shouted together, and slashed at John together.

John did not retreat, but advanced, and bravely rushed forward against the two people in front of him, avoiding the first slash with the super mobility of 47 [agility], and slashing horizontally with his left finger knife......

Poof!

A sound like a good zipper being opened.

One fell down clutching his neck, and gradually shimmered.

Seeing that his companion was being seconded, the other person was obviously a little too surprised, and he was stunned for a moment.

The end of being stunned in front of the great god John is ......

Poof!

The guy clutched his waist and fell to his knees.

"Hey......"

He had barely screamed like a duck when he was turned into a shining light by another finger knife that followed.

"Ahh

The two men from behind finally rushed up, and the man who was slightly ahead screamed and slashed at John's back with a scimitar......

This scimitar is used by the locals to kill cattle and sheep, it is extremely sharp, and the fist-sized bone can be cut off with one knife, without a second knife.

But......

This is just a hypothesis.

Unless John wanted to kill himself, stand still and send him to dismember.

But this is also impossible.

John didn't retreat, but advanced, because their speed was so slow, and [agility] was not on the same level as John.

Just like the [agility] of the adjudicator is several times that of John, John can only be beaten passively throughout the whole process, there is no way to do it, the nerve reflex rate can't keep up with the speed at all, and he can't catch the enemy, let alone hit the enemy.

Before the man's scimitar could be cut, John struck him first, stabbing his right finger knife diagonally into his armpit......

"Whew!"

The man's mouth was O-shaped, his hair was almost up to the sky, and his armpits were tickled by sharp fingers...... It's a really good taste...... It's so delicious......

John was about to make up another stab and send him back to the West......

"Enough!"

A male voice sounded not far away.

John stopped and let go of the man whose armpits had been tickled.

It's better to keep a low profile on someone else's territory, it's almost fine, John is here to do things, not to cause trouble.

The man suddenly fell down with his arm in his arms, grinning in pain, and his expression was very wonderful.

John looked at the man who had stopped talking, and saw that the man was bald, well-dressed, lit a cigarette, smoked, and walked over.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wick, but my friend is a little out of control." The bald head first apologized to John, then looked at the man's companion who had been pierced in the armpit, "Please don't do anything that damages the image of our city." ”

"But he's been kicked out of the hotel." The companion was still eager to try with his scimitar in his hand.

John wondered if he was a sand sculpture, knowing that he was not my opponent, he was a rookie who was seconds, and he had to make a gesture that he wanted to cut me, and it was really a miracle that this kind of fighter with the B world could survive until now.

The bald head emphasized again: "Although Mr. Wick has been expelled from the hotel, the crime has been pardoned, you should pay attention to the latest information of the hotel in time." ”

That's right, although John has closed the bounty contract for 14 million dollars in the name of the adjudicator, it cannot be ruled out that some sand sculptures are not aware of this.

In some backward areas, there is a lag in information.

The bald head looked at John again: "Mr. Wick, may you come with me in a friendly way?" ”

He emphasized the word 'friendly'.

“OK。”

John nodded in agreement, he really wasn't here to cause trouble.

As for messing with the whole world, that's really a last resort.

He has always been a good man who doesn't offend me, and I don't offend people, even if he has a million experience and 10 billion wealth in front of him, as long as the other party really has no malicious intent, then he will not stretch out his hand.

Upgrading and saving money to buy an island is really a matter of fate.

John had just taken less than three steps when he immediately felt a murderous aura behind him......

The eager sand sculpture still raised the butcher knife, the temptation of 14 million American knives (*) is deadly, a thousand American knives can live here for a month, 14 million American knives What is that concept...... Besides, he doesn't believe the nonsense of the bald head.

John was about to turn around and second him, second this rookie who didn't even bother to touch the experience......

The bald head turned around first.

Bang!

Draw the gun and shoot it all in one go.

The sand sculpture burped to death, causing the only remaining companion to tremble with his arm in his hands.

"I'm sorry to be ugly in front of the 'Black Caesar'." The bald head smiled and put away his gun, "Mr. Wick, welcome to Casablanca, our beautiful city has not been blessed with you for a long time. ”

The local sand sculptures may not be eye-catching, but as a person inside the hotel, they are still very discerning.

John's predecessor was already bullish, and the name of "Black Caesar" spread all over the world, coupled with his recent series of commotion operations, the sky was stabbed, and the hotel insiders still had great respect for him.

It's not okay to disrespect him, if you make him unhappy again and be destroyed, it will be too wrong.

The people inside the hotel are all human spirits, and the bald head can not hesitate to curry favor with John, but he does not dare to have a trace of hostility.

Besides, John must be here to do big things, and this is the time to stand in line, form a good relationship, and have many roads in the future.

To be a man, you still have to know how to judge the situation.