"Gentlemen, if you don't want your mouth filled with gas, shut it up honestly."

It was as if a cold wind was blowing, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

Tra was furious, he was not a gentle gentleman. After a few years of crawling and living on the streets of the market, he was brought into that mysterious world, and some people said that he was the most arrogant hooligan and the only failure of the [Wang Li Factory], and he was happy to hear it.

The reason why I like to conquer those proud women of the sky with strong backgrounds is because I hate those big people who think they are superior, especially the eldest ladies who rely on their family backgrounds to show off their might.

It's a bad mentality, but what does it matter?

When he was seven years old, he almost starved to death on the streets.

The reason is that the bread that has been so hard to get charity is forcibly taken away by a strong 'peer'.

From that day on, he completely understood a truth.

In this world, only people with hard fists have the right to speak.

If it weren't for Gnavia, he would have started to teach these two small-eyed hillbillies a lesson.

If forbearance fills your stomach, what do you need food for?

"Terra's outburst came without warning, but it seemed to make sense.

The corners of Gnevia's mouth curled, this guy was actually angry with others, which was funny.

It's good that she doesn't laugh, this laugh, Tra thought she was mocking herself for not having a taste, her expression was a little unnatural, but she was embarrassed to attack again.

Just as he was about to endure this breath, a sharp pain suddenly hit the back of his head.

Someone sneak attacked?

Trahoran got up. His hand reached into his trouser pocket, grabbed a few stones engraved with runes, and coldly swept around, but there was no trace of any enemy.

"Teacups?"

Gnevia was far more calm than him, but when she noticed the porcelain tiles on the ground, she still couldn't help laughing, the fourth-ranked elite of the [Wang Li Factory] was actually smashed on the head by a teacup.

"What is this?" Despite some fuss, Terra's response was not slow.

The porcelain tiles on the ground are so eye-catching, how can they not be seen.

At that moment, someone shouted again, "Huh." Where's my coffee? Never mind. Lefa, I want a cappuccino. ”

Terra was stunned, her face so gloomy that she could almost drip water, and it came to this. If he didn't understand who did it. Then all these years have been in vain.

To hell with demeanor or something.

Compared to pickled girls. He wants to kill even more now!

Tratie blushed, took two or three steps behind someone, and punched the back of the head.

Let's be honest. It is not appropriate to hit the head with a fist because your hand will be swollen more than the bag on the opponent's head.

However, Terra is not an academic magician, he used to be an agent of the British intelligence agency MI6, and there is no reason why he will not know such techniques as hand-to-hand combat.

At first glance, it looks like it is at the back of the head, but in fact, the most prominent part of the knuckles of the fist is already aimed at the third spine from top to bottom of the neck.

If this hits, if you don't say it, you will have to lie in bed for the rest of your life if you don't die.

“！”

A wonderful scene appeared.

Terra was even basking in the excitement of saving face.

When he came to his senses, a smile was on his face.

Why is this happening?

It was blocked by a knife. It is the kind of knife that cuts steaks, and the blade is very narrow, at most a finger and a half wide.

It's so wrong.

That feeling is not so much blocked by a knife.

It's more like there's an invisible membrane that somehow absorbs all the impact.

It can't help but be reminiscent of a scene that often appears in martial arts novels.

There are countless examples of how a physicist can vomit blood with anger such as using chopsticks to hold a sword stabbed by someone, or holding a finger against someone's fist.

It's a sense of disobedience.

"Lefa, by the way, bring another pair of clean cutlery."

Tra was still in a state of stunned state, and someone casually tossed the grease-stained knife aside and continued to roll the pasta in his mouth with a fork, completely ignoring Tra behind her.

Gnevia blinked, speechless, if it had been half a minute ago, she would have thought that this was a person with a unique temperament, but now she had to correct her assessment.

There is no doubt that the other party is a magician.

Moreover, not an ordinary magician.

But there was one thing she was puzzled about, and that was that the 'witch's vision' didn't react at all.

Generally speaking, it only takes a glance to identify a stranger.

However, so far, she didn't know who the other party was.

In a word, I can't see through it.

Gnevia was quite annoyed, it was really strange, she was usually very cautious, and she would definitely react as soon as this situation occurred.

But why, until now, did you realize this?

Is it Tra's sake? Or is the other party's sense of existence too weak?

Anyway, she became interested in someone.

"Tsk, it's a peer." Terra moved her wrist joints and stared at someone's back with slanted eyes.

"Hey boy, which association are you from?"

He is not stupid, since the other party did not make an immediate move, it proves that it is not an enemy force.

However, although he blocked his own punch, after all, he was just a person from the Welsh association forces, and his real status was definitely inferior to him.

Plus that teacup

So there's no need to give someone a good look.

"Interrupting my meal again and four times is something that even Gascoigne would not dare to do."

After finishing the steak on the plate, Ling Yi seemed to be talking to himself, and at the same time wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and his tone of voice that was not salty or light made Tra's brows tremble.

Gascoigne? That's his immediate boss and the person he admires the most.

"You should learn from that young lady, how good it is to sit quietly and be a vase, knowing that this is not London."

"Are the Welsh as arrogant as you?"

Terra clearly misunderstood what someone meant.

Instead, Gnevia took advantage of being an outsider, staring at the back of someone's head with burning eyes. It seems to have realized something.

"Forget it, no nonsense, come out with me boy, I don't want Miss Gnavia to dine in the ruins, but I'm going to turn you into scum that doesn't even eat wild dogs today."

Terra said coldly, the corners of her mouth curled into a twisted shape.

The naked killing intent is already clear.

"Shut your mouth and roll aside."

The waiter who found that the situation was not good, and the waiter who hid to the side trembled when he heard this, thinking that the boss would definitely fire himself for squid after the end, but there was no way, Tra's momentum was not at all something that ordinary people could bear, since he couldn't get close, how could he persuade him?

It's going to be a fight, it's going to be a fight

Knock knock. Hard uppers step on mahogany floors. The footsteps are slightly muffled.

But that's not the point.

The point is that Tra very obediently ran away and stood,

But looking at his iron-blue face and slightly trembling body, it was obviously very hard to endure.

The waiter was shocked at the same time. A deep sense of gratitude arose. What a nice guy. In order to win the favor of beautiful women, he actually endured this breath, if this is not love. Then he would rather sell cabbage.

It is really admirable that there are such infatuated people in the world.

So, the waiter poured a cup of coffee, brought it to Tra, and said with a smile: "Sir, don't stand, sit down first, this cup of coffee is a gift from our store." ”

“”

Terra was so angry that she was about to vomit blood.

Damn, that guy actually used his words to sinister him.

It doesn't matter if he was forced to make a fool of himself, he was trying to condense the mana to break the shackles of the spirit of words, but the mana that was so angry by the waiter's words that he finally condensed dispersed again.

"Sir? What's wrong with you, sir? Your face is not very good-looking, do you want to call an ambulance, sir, you have to calm down, that young lady should be testing your demeanor, I personally think this is a good opportunity Although the young lady seems to be a little younger, but this is called true love, you must hold on, show your demeanor, we will do our best to serve that young lady, but then again, aren't you hungry? I have to remind you a few words, duels are duels, the odds of winning are not very good when you are hungry, I personally recommend the chocolate cake with a kernel kernel, which not only tastes good, sweet but not greasy, but also helps to replenish calories If you don't have much appetite, Calfeli cheese thick slices are also good"

The waiter chattered.

Maybe he didn't want to be heard, so he muttered almost to Tlara's ear.

Tra was almost crazy, he wanted to swear, but he couldn't say a word when he opened his mouth, and he was mistaken by the waiter for a heartbeat, but he was even more energetic.

The chatter was endless, and he couldn't concentrate on unraveling the spirit of the words at all!

So, he had to cast a distressed look at his beloved Miss Gnavia.

But Gnavia just smiled at him, then grabbed the iced lemonade and ran to sit down across from someone, not too annoying.

Ling Yi raised his head, looked at Tra, who was twitching all over, and then looked at Geneva who was smiling and groaning in front of him, seemed to understand something, tidied up his clothes, and gave an American-style military salute to Tra (the index finger and middle finger were placed together on the temple and waved forward).

Poof.

Gnavia finally couldn't help it, covering her little mouth and giggling.

"You're so bad."

"Lefa, you can go and become a chef."

Lefa soon brought another steak, and also included the high-end desserts that Gnevia had ordered, and an ice cream, which I really didn't know what she was thinking about eating ice cream.

Ignoring Gnevia's ridicule, Ling Yi said casually.

"You're not a magician of the Welsh Society."

Gnevia raised her eyebrows slightly, a little displeased in her heart, but more curious.

"Hmm."

"Only 'huh'?"

"Hmm."

"Are you deliberately hiding your identity?"

"Hmm."

"Don't worry, I won't say it."

"Hmm."

"Then sue me."

"Hmm."

"You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"Hmm."

“”

Gnevia was so angry that she puffed up her bun face, this guy can't eat oil and salt.

Suddenly, my heart moved.

"Are you stupid? Yikes! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his forehead was flicked.

Gnevia's eyes widened, her red forehead clutched, and she looked at someone in disbelief. (To be continued......)