I didn't use the formation pattern for this kick, but I didn't show mercy in terms of my own strength.

And my own strength has not necessarily been small since I was a child, under the 'care' of Master's boiling and luxurious breakfast.

Nightwhine was completely defenseless against me, and I kicked me so suddenly, and I could only stand next to each other, and with a muffled snort, my body slammed uncontrollably into the wall next to me.

"Follow me again, and I'll kill you." I threw it down viciously, and turned away, but Nightscream didn't catch up.

I took a long breath, walked hundreds of meters without looking back, turned several corners, and there was no longer that annoying footstep behind me, but I couldn't say why, there was always a slight sourness in my heart.

This emotion was quickly suppressed in my heart, and after walking a short distance, I saw the only decent courtyard I saw when I first arrived the day before yesterday.

Inside was the largest officer I knew of in this labor area, and one of the chief foremen in charge of a quarter of the labor in this labor area.

At this time, it was still the time to go to work, and the entire labor area was unusually quiet, but this small courtyard was unexpectedly open.

I kicked the door open with an unceremonious 'bang', and then threw the foreman behind me, who couldn't move like a dead dog, into the yard, and the foreman's slightly fat body slammed down on the hard ground in the yard, making another big noise.

Then I walked in with a big grin, and stood in the courtyard with my hands on my chest.

The two-story building in the courtyard also reacted quickly, the door opened, and a figure walked out of it, it turned out to be an acquaintance, his nose was red, and his face was still drunk, but his eyes were very clear, he looked me up and down, coughed, and then said: "Come in." ”

I touched my chin and walked into the yard.

This time I am not completely impulsive, in addition to the impulsive, there are also considerations, since we want to be clear about their purpose, tear the skin, it is better to show a little bit of their own strength, the more powerful the person is, the more useful, when useful to a certain amount, naturally you can talk about the conditions.

This rule applies everywhere.

Of course, I can be completely calm in the pork tenderloin, because she oppresses the demon, not the human, and can't stimulate my instinctive anger, and secondly, I show strength to her, I can only 'die fast', I have no use value for her, some are just a woman's little temper, showing strength, isn't that the rhythm of being shot to death every minute?

The people here need me, and I have value to use it, otherwise I wouldn't have made these conspiracies.

That's what I'm arrogant about now.

I approached the house, which smelled like heaven compared to the smell outside, because of the air freshener that only the world found on the ground.

The decoration of the whole house is very simple, a large writing desk, a few chairs, and then some blankets hanging on the wall, some messy little things, but it is already very luxurious for the dungeon, because the furniture is really wooden, although it is not solid wood, it is the kind of board on the ground that I don't know what kind of wood dregs are used, but wood is money here, and the concept of the surface world, that is, furniture made of gold, even if the gold content is not so high.

"Rich guys." I thought to myself, but I unceremoniously sat down across from the big desk.

At this time, the guy I evaluated as rich was eating a thick steak, although it was arranged in the shape of a steak, but I suspect that there is no such concept of steak in the dungeon, and the whole piece of beef in front of me is more like a braised feeling.

Then there was a mess on the table, all meat-based, and then there were three small plates, two of which contained a bag of mustard for a dollar or two in the ground world, and the other bowl, which was funny, containing a green leaf.

I hesitated, and grabbed a plate on the table, which contained half a duck, a pickled food that was relatively easy to send into the dungeon, luxurious but not very precious.

I tore off the duck legs, gulped down, and entered the dungeon for more than two days, and I didn't eat anything serious, the staple food was the kind of meat that I ate on the train even though it was salty to death, and couldn't suppress the earthy smell, and then served with a bowl of clear gruel that could shine the shadow of a person, or, should it be called rice soup?

I finally figured out that the dirty meat was actually the kind of gray monitor lizard meat that pulled carts, and they were raised in large quantities underground and played an important role.

They are also the most numerous creatures in this underground world, which is a lesson in my poor biological knowledge, there are creatures underground, and not only underground monitor lizards, but also many strange creatures with their own unique food chains.

This kind of thing is more than modern science.

It is also understandable that people have not even figured out the creatures in the deep sea, let alone underground? What is the ocean compared to the entire underground? The deepest place is only more than 10,000 meters, and the human ground is nothing, if the earth is an apple, we even live on the skin of an apple.

In short, don't think too much, I will naturally not let go of the delicious food, everything is a hundred times stronger than that lizard meat.

But there are limits to arrogance, I didn't dare to touch the green leaves, nor did I touch the two plates of kimchi, how precious plant-like things are in the underground world, this kind of thing can be imagined with my ass.

Therefore, after swallowing a mouthful of steak, the chief foreman on the other side didn't look at me too angrily, but just said to me: "You are very arrogant, aren't you afraid that I will shoot you to death now?" ”

The chief foreman was a leopard demon, and his features were so obvious that he almost looked like a standing leopard man, while the human features were not so obvious, he was supposed to be a nobleman.

I didn't care about eating the duck on the surface, but in my heart I was measuring his strength, swallowing the duck while saying vaguely: "The food on the ground is delicious, but it's a pity how many times can I eat it in my life?" Anyway, I'm going to die, why don't I die comfortably? ”

"Good!" The chief foreman was not only not angry, but also clapped his hands and shouted "yes", then threw away the knife and fork in his hand, and no longer continued to get along with the braised steak, but said to me, "If you have such courage, why don't you go to the fighting ring?" ”

Another fighting arena? Why are they so eager for me to go? I can't see anything from the appearance of the old god in the presence, the leopard demon? I just saw a certain excited look, and his slightly out of shape, a little fat figure, which made me think, can you run when you are so fat?

"Why are you always forcing me to go to the fighting ring?" I licked the oil off my hand and didn't pretend to be confused.

Judging from the performance of the chief foreman and Gao Gao, I am afraid that the matter of beating a group of foremen in the labor area before has already been known to them, and they may not let go of some details, so why should I pretend to be confused?

Originally, I was unwilling to fight fifty battles as a servant, not to mention that there would be trouble in exposing my strength, why would a noble of a wolf clan burst out with a strength stronger than that of a nobleman? Even if what I've learned is obviously not the path of a demon, if I force it to that time and use what I've learned, won't it expose my identity as a human being?

In addition, the fighting arena seems to be free, but it is actually the place with the most inexplicable rules and the strictest management in the entire dungeon. If I was given to play 50 games and I didn't play all the games and wanted to quit, the result would be terrible. But how can I have time to play 50 games?

Unless I want to make a big fuss in advance before I find Xin Yi, I won't choose these crazy and only ruined roads.

But their conspiracy allowed me to see a glimmer of light, and then I arrogantly exposed myself, just for a word, I am useful to them, and I can talk about the conditions that I can have.

"Why did you force you to go to the fighting ring, I don't think I need to tell you." Just as I was pretending to continue to eat the duck, but in fact I was thinking, the chief foreman elegantly wiped his mouth, put down the handkerchief in his hand, and shook his head at me.

Just as I was about to continue to say something, he had already taken out a cigarette from the drawer and lit it, took a deep breath, and interrupted me: "Wolf Han, originally a member of a small family in Snake City, has a low status, because he is a concubine with not a strong bloodline. Later, because he offended a more powerful uncle in the clan, he was sent to the ground to carry out a more dangerous trade luck, and since then he has completely lost news. ”

My face began to look ugly, but it was actually pretending, because I didn't know any of this, I just observed that this rich dignified chief foreman was smoking a pack of Red River cigarettes on the ground for 5 yuan.

"And this time I came back, I came back with a fox clan, and in the market at the entrance, I started a big fight, and my strength far exceeded that before I disappeared. I'm curious, what happened after you disappeared? The chief foreman, smoking five pieces of red river, knocked on the table, and looked at me with a look in his eyes that began to become meaningful.

The investigation is really detailed!

But I don't think there is any flaw in the makeup that Boss Yu put on me, and I am inexplicably calm in my heart, facing the question of the chief foreman, I just smiled and said: "Everyone has their own secrets." If you really want to know, you can go to my friend, the guy who disappeared with me on the first day he returned to the dungeon! ”

"If I could, I wouldn't mind. I'm just reminding you that you can't play any tricks under my eyes, and if I want to investigate, I can investigate your experience on the ground. The chief foreman shook his head and said lightly, still not feeling angry.

So, I quickly grabbed a chicken leg to eat, and said as I ate, "Who said I didn't go back to the dungeon?" ”

"The reason why I am showing my true face now is because my current strength I feel close to the nobility." After saying this, I unceremoniously beat the cigarette in the chief foreman's hand and took a deep breath