Zhao Qian could feel that his code of conduct and the way he handled things were changing.

The truth is the same as staying with someone for a long time and not realizing that he has become fat, this change is very subtle from the person concerned, but it is unusually obvious in the eyes of some people.

For example, if it was the previous one, he would definitely take one out in a low-key manner, rather than easily exposing the information that he had a lot of food. His perception is changing, from being cautious to slowly accepting the privilege of not being an ordinary person.

In the past, he would definitely not rashly follow this group of bandits into the bandits' den.

The station was subtly altering travelers through certain missions, allowing them to use them for themselves, or at least not too late for him to find out.

"Do you still want wine?"

In a tavern near the cowboy inn where the waiter said it was safe, Zhao Qian listened silently to this group of drunks, and heard a lot of information from the words of you.

This gathering place was formerly an empty base of the American army, which is now controlled by three desert bandit families, the Seth family, the Armstrong family, and the Estor family.

Each of them secretly controls a third of the Outsider area, and thus controls the entire Underground Desert bandit colony. And what Zhao Qian encountered yesterday was the sparring team hired by the young people of the three families. The actual strength of this gathering place, the raiding team, is something that only the ruler of the family can call the shots.

I wanted to rob a few passers-by nearby to practice their hands, but who knew that I ran into Zhao Qian, the evil star.

The young man riding a lizard in the Armstrong family, he remembers as if he had been killed by himself.

Zhao Qian held the empty cup and thought, judging from the comforting words admired by those guys, the reason why he is okay now is not only because there are more heirs of the Armstrong family, but also because it has something to do with the Green Seth who drove him to the hotel.

The energy-saving lights overhead outside have long been dark when it gets dark, and in some people's words, these lights rely on the desert sun to maintain electricity, and when the desert sun rises, they will naturally light up to remind people that it is dawn.

These are the habits of this group of residents who have lived in this gathering place for a long time.

Walking out of the tavern with the smell of sweat and wine and some kind of plant burnt smell similar to tobacco, Zhao Qian looked at the street and there were not many pedestrians.

There was ash bug fire on the side of the road, but the ventilation system at the former base was more to thank, at least to someone.

Looking up, he looked up at a dark spot above his head, and above that, a protruding iron fence was the dividing line between the outsider's area and the actual holders of the gathering place.

"It only takes half a can."

On street corners, some of the world's most indispensable warblers and some bachelors who want to solve their physical needs make all sorts of familiar deals in the dark.

Zhao Qian simply rejected a few women who wanted to meet him and a merchant who was selling something, and he walked silently towards the cowboy hotel in the distance.

Alone.

The number of pedestrians on the road was reduced by the darkness, and the darkness of the outsider area did not seem very safe to some people, and they were in a hurry.

"Bang!"

At the corner of an alley, a man who stumbled and smelled of alcohol walked towards Zhao Qian. It was like crashing into the stranger in front of him.

"Poof!"

Zhao Qian looked at this guy with some ill intentions coldly, but this old-fashioned three-handed technique didn't even touch the corner of the clothes of this former gangster leader, and after slapping the back knee of this person, this drunkard who pretended to be drunk fell directly to the ground on one knee.

"Shhh Yes! Put, let go! Help me! ”

The wine seemed to wake up nine points immediately, and the drunk man cried out as if begging for mercy, and Zhao Qian pinched his secretly outstretched wrist.

As soon as he exerted his strength, there were several crisp crackling sounds of bones in his hands.

The person soon surrounded Zhao Qian's hand for the second time, and the other party had been planning for a long time.

"Put Tiger out!"

The black man in the lead looked at the scene indifferently, and in fact this farce had played out more than once at his hands, and every time Tiger had won or missed, he had ended the game.

"You're the boss of this guy?"

didn't answer the other party's question, Zhao Qian looked at this group of guys who looked like they were overwhelmed, and his eyes were full of coldness.

What is called trouble to find oneself is now explained vividly and vividly.

“Sh-it！ You trash, you don't hear ......"

The black man looked at the fearless Asian in front of him with a grim face, which was different from the group of yellow people who would rather break the bank and settle for peace in his impression.

On the other side is like a lion only napping.

I don't know if it's his own delusion, but thinking about the task assigned to him by his boss, and Tiger's right hand that is about to be abolished, he still motioned for his men to solve the problem. There has to be an explanation.

"Peng."

There was a muffled sound of fists on the corner of the street where no one was many, and a man clutching his stomach fell to the ground on his knees.

screamed, so that passers-by heard it and quickly dodged.

Zhao Qian calmly looked at the white man on the ground who was knocked down by his own punch, he had actually not solved the problem with his fists for a long time, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know the rules of this strange place, killing people was probably inevitable. After all, sometimes it's better to get into less trouble.

The pleasure of fisting to the flesh, and the sound of the ticket came to my ears.

"Main quest 1: Wasteland Survival has been completed."

"You get a 100 travel point bonus."

"Milestone: Wanderer, you have lived in 2 different Gathering Places, you need to live in 3 more Gathering Places to earn this designation."

It's past twelve o'clock in the night.

He also knocked down several oncoming thugs with his fists.

"Whew!"

There was another gust of wind behind him, but Zhao Qian didn't deal with the metal baseball bats in front of him that blocked the guy with his hands.

Wrong.

Almost instinctively, I realized that this person was obviously much heavier than the other gangsters.

The backhand of this bunch of guys?

The thought crossed my mind. It's like thinking about something yourself.

After taking a few steps forward, he took the dagger of one of the few remaining people who was a little anxious, and did not have the fists and feet of happiness that only those guys in front of him could enjoy.

The sword was drawn.

These ordinary people even saw a sudden metallic color, and the next second was death.

Three seconds, five swords.

The smell of blood, and the quiet streets filled the dead with a few more dead bodies.

"Threat increased to 5."

Zhao Qian looked at the footsteps walking across from him and murmured with a smile.

That may be in someone else's mouth as a quirk of self-talk.

But in Zhao Qian's ears, it was like a lightning strike.

He looked solemnly at the guy in front of him who shouldn't have appeared in the human gathering place.

Identify on.