"A few people over there will stop me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

It was an elegant middle-aged man who spoke, standing in the middle of the crowd, his figure tall, and there was an unquestionable momentum between his eyebrows.

He didn't seem threatening, and his clothes were more gentlemanly, but Karl keenly noticed that his waist seemed to bulge out a little, and it was clear that there was a weapon hidden in it.

"You ......"

Constant's face turned blue and he was about to speak, but Karl laughed as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Why are you laughing?" The elegant man put his hand behind his back and asked proudly.

"Who are you when you are? Why am I answering your question? Karl sneered and said, this person stopped them for no reason, and used a threatening tone, who would feel better?

"Boy, the boss asked you!" A thin man with a sharp beak monkey cheek next to him said angrily.

"Where did the mad dog come from, go aside." Karl waved his hand slowly, as if he were chasing away a fly.

"You...... Hearing this, ......the thin man's face suddenly turned blue and white, and a wave of anger rushed left and right in his heart, and when he was about to make a move, one hand stopped him.

The elegant man stared at Carl with a pair of deep eyes, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, this is the territory of our Iron Fist Society, and you must hand over a hundred percent of the harvest after passing here, otherwise you will ......"

"Die!"

"Did you hear that, boy, hand over your backpacks, or be careful that Uncle will chop you into meat sauce."

"Hehe, those two little girls are very smart, if you don't hand in the harvest, you can replace them!"

"I want a ......"

"I want a ...... too"

The minions were shouting and shouting, and there were cursing, humiliation, and slander in them, but Karl just looked at them with a nonchalant gaze, without emotion in his eyes, as if he were watching a group of children fighting.

The voice continued for a long time before it stopped, and the elegant man stood with his hands in his hands, obviously the words he had just said had represented his will, and he believed that a wise man would not refuse his request at a disadvantage.

"Oh? What do you mean? The corners of Carl's mouth curled up slightly, and he said.

The elegant man raised his head and said lightly: "That's right." ”

"Then get out of here." Karl said lightly.

The flat tone was slowly exhaled, but it seemed to stir up a thousand huge waves, and the minions around the elegant man suddenly quieted down, and their eyes were round, as if the two eyeballs would fall out at any time.

"What was he talking about?"

"It seems to be ......"

"Tell the boss to, right?"

"It's miserable, it's miserable, this kid is dead, the boss will definitely seal the chopped meat sauce and feed it to the dogs."

"There's a good show to watch."

The minions were whispering, as if something big was about to happen, and a strange atmosphere arose around them.

The elegant man's face was as black as ink, and even the feeling of lightness and lightness disappeared, replaced by an extremely angry momentum.

"Okay, okay...... You're the first person who dares to talk to me like that, and I promise you're the last. The elegant man sneered, and there was a murderous aura wrapped around him, I am afraid that there are no less than a hundred lives in his hands.

Karl's eyes flashed slightly, he knew from the beginning that this elegant man had not thought of letting them go at all, even if he handed over the supplies, I am afraid that the previous conditions were also used to paralyze them, so that when Carl and Constan's vigilance dropped, he would shoot and kill.

However, it is a pity that he underestimated the wariness of the two of them against strangers, and when the sneak attack plan failed to be implemented, he could only carry out a strong attack.

"Kill them." The elegant man said softly.

"It's the boss."

The minions next to him clasped their hands into fists and said in unison.

Hearing this, the elegant man smiled with satisfaction, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked confident.

He naturally has a set of mechanisms for choosing targets, one of which is a small number of people, and it is better to carry children. Generally speaking, some survivors who dragged their families with their families agreed to avoid hurting their families in the battle, as long as the conditions were not too excessive.

Of course, this is when the two sides are evenly matched, and if it is a team of only a few people, then it will be embarrassing, and you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.

To put it simply, it is - bullying the soft and fearing the hard.

Although it sounds particularly cowardly and despicable, when has it been, does anyone still care about this? As long as he can survive more safely, he doesn't mind basing his safety on the death of others.

There was a cruel smile on his gloomy face, two men and two little girls, this is simply a big piece of fat! Whoever doesn't do it is a fool.

The crooked-looking minions pulled out their blades with cold light, and slowly approached the four people step by step, and in their eyes, the four people in front of them were already dead.

"Boy, it won't hurt very much if you go down with a knife, so you can rest assured that you will die."

"Hehe, I haven't seen anyone who scolds the boss survive a day."

"I'm really lucky today, I've waited so long and finally caught a soft persimmon for us, don't let them run away."

"Nonsense, what waves can an old ghost and a milky boy make? If you can't solve them in a minute, I'll go to Higu! ”

The minions ignored the four people in front of them, and still talked to themselves, as if they were watching some animals.

"Okay, don't underestimate the enemy." The elegant man's eyes narrowed slightly, warning his subordinates.

For a long time, he has been able to survive safely and build a team, relying on the attitude of being able to coax and lion and rabbit to do his best, and fight with all his strength as soon as he makes a move, leaving no chance for the opponent to turn the tables.

"Yes, Boss."

"Quick Fix!"

Six men with knives fanned out towards Carl and Constan, like a pack of wolves in the steppe, playing to their strengths, ferocious but not brainless.

"Ellie, Erin, you have to be careful, hide behind my back, don't run around." Carl looked wary and said as he popped out his sleeve.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh."

Erin and Ellie had long been so frightened by this group of vicious thugs that they would run away, and at this time they just wanted Brother Carl and Uncle Constan to repel the bad guys.

"Boy, old ghost, lay down your weapons and spare you from death."

The minions were bewitching the two of them again, and Karl only smiled at this, even a three-year-old knew that as long as the two of them put down their weapons, I am afraid that the group of people would immediately appear in despair.

"A bunch of old dogs, don't talk nonsense, if you have any tricks, lest you say that I bullied the old man." Carl said mockingly.

When all the minions heard this, they immediately exploded, their faces were as black as the bottom of a pot, and one of them shouted angrily.

"Boy, today you are dead, I will cut you with a thousand knives."

"Rush up and kill him!"

"Kill."