Character needs to be cultivated over a long period of time, and the environment it is exposed to, the cultural accomplishment of the individual, and the social group ....... Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sean grew up in a very complicated environment, his father was a gang member who spent his days shouting and drinking in the streets, eventually dying in a fight. His mother was a wandering warbler, who was in the meat and skin business, and welcomed strange and familiar guests every day.

Watching his mother go in and out with some men every day, as well as the pointing and pointing of the neighbors, the pity for his father's weakness, and the hatred for his mother continued throughout his childhood. If nothing else, he might also become a gang member, and will go through a broken life like those party members. When Sean was nine years old, an event changed him.

It was a sunny afternoon, and he sat on the steps of his house, with suppressed gasps coming from the room behind him, a day he had long been accustomed to. If his mother is not engaged in these things, then they will have nothing to eat. Hatred is still hatred, but food still has to be eaten. The wheezing behind him gradually subsided, and he thought that this should be the end of the transaction, and stood up to walk back, but his mother stood behind the half-hidden door wrapped in tattered sheets and beckoned to him.

He hesitated, and with annoyance on his face, he walked over anyway.

His mother grabbed his hand and dragged him into the room, where a naked man stood in the dark room, smiling strangely, and pointing to the bed under him, "Come up!"

His brain exploded, and he was about to run away from the door, but his mother grabbed his wrist, stared at him and said, "This adult has given you a ......sum of money that is enough for us to settle down for a few months", some sadness appeared on her face, but her eyes were hidden with strength and longing, "This is a big man, we can't escape." ”

The man walked up to the two of them, grabbed Sean's hand and cut it back, tore off his clothes that weren't very strong, threw him on the bed, and pressed him on. Smelling the stench in the man's mouth, Sean almost vomited, but a thunderclap sounded in his ears, "If you want to resist, you can, become a big man first! At that time, no one will dare to refuse you, and no one will be able to resist you." ”

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In addition to the Silver Fox Mercenary Group, there is also a mercenary group in Willier City, which may not be as large as the Silver Fox, and its strength should not be underestimated.

Early in the morning, as soon as the gate of the dilapidated manor was opened, Sean rushed in with the hundred and ten. These people have weapons in their hands, murderous, and their eyes are deep and terrifying.

"Let your captains come out. The deputy head of the Silver Fox Mercenary Regiment moved a chair, and Sean sat in the courtyard with a big sting, holding a cigarette gun and waiting on the side, "I don't want to say it a second time, immediately." ”

The leader of the Brilliant Fire Mercenary Regiment quickly came out in his clothes, thirty-six years old, with blonde hair, he frowned, "How can Big Leader Sean have time to come to my small place today?", he looked around, secretly vigilant in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest timidity, but took a step forward, and behaved extremely tough.

Sean grinned, raised his hand and pointed at him, "Hand over my things, forget about this matter, if you don't hand it over, don't blame me for ignoring the past." ”

What kind of relationship could the two mercenary groups have in the past? Originally, they were competitors, and they carved up the third-party employment market in the entire city, so it was good to be able to restrain each other and not start a war.

The leader of the Brilliant Fire Mercenary Regiment was a little inexplicable, he turned sideways and glanced at the right-hand man who was following behind him, and the man also shook his head slightly in a daze, not knowing what Sean was talking about at all. He looked back at Sean, "Big Boss, what do you mean, why don't I understand it?"

Sean smiled, and there was a gloomy anger in his laughter, "You know, you stole the goods I pulled yesterday, right? You are the only one in the whole of Veneil who dares to do such a thing." I don't care about my brothers' casualties, it's because they are not good at business, and I can't blame anyone else. But you leave me something so that I can give someone an explanation. Take it out, we are good friends, I will set a table for you, and we will be safe in the future. He said as he threw the cigarette gun in his hand into the hands of his subordinates, and touched the long sword at his waist, "If you don't hand it over, I can only take it by ability." ”

The leader of the Brilliant Fire Mercenary Regiment was stunned for a moment, and suddenly blushed, "I said that I haven't touched your things, but I haven't touched them." I, the panther, am not going to lie about this little thing, Wood, send him off!", and then he turned and left, and there was a whine in his ear, and the henchman called Wood threw him to the ground at once, and the splatters of blood poured hot on his head and face. He seemed to be stunned by the sudden upheaval, and the sound of slashing instantly came to his ears.

A black shadow pressed over from the corner of his eye, and the black panther, who had been living on the death line for a long time, suddenly became agitated, grabbed Wood who was pressing on him and threw it over, and he rolled out seven or eight meters before he stood up.

With a bang, Wood fell to the ground with a scream, he was split in two from his waist, and the terrible scream immediately alarmed the entire manor, and the more mercenaries with swords poured out, and the scene was ignited in an instant.

"Sean, what do you mean?", the black panther pulled out the long sword from the waist of the person next to him, his face was twisted and hideous, the green tendons rolled back and forth on his forehead, and his temples were also bulging, he was angry to the limit. Inexplicably, he was almost killed in his lair, and if he didn't distinguish one, two, or three in this matter today, he wouldn't have to mix in this city in the future.

Sean was silent, without saying a word, kicked his legs, and rushed towards the black panther with a pop, holding the long sword tightly with both hands and dragging diagonally on the right side, the two were already extremely close in three or five seconds. Sean rounded his arms and waist with all the strength he could muster, picked up his long sword, and slashed heavily at the panther. At this moment, he has only one thought in his mind, and that is to kill this guy and get his losses back from him.

This is Sean's approach, his character is greedy, treacherous, and has a pathological desire to win, and he will often do anything to do it. Someone has robbed it, and whoever did it must get through it first. He knew very well that in the eyes of the big people he befriended on weekdays, dozens of gold coins were small money, but they would not send these so-called small coins to Sean at all, because he was not worthy. He's not qualified yet, he's not in that position yet.

If you want to get through it, you can only rely on yourself, how to do it?

Pin!

As long as the panther is dead, whether he did it or not, whether it has anything to do with him or not, the beginning and end of this matter can be regarded as smooth. has an explanation for the golden ears of wheat, and the great thing is to compensate for some of the money, and also explain to himself, and get enough funds to support it. At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear, and he analyzed all the benefits and disadvantages thoroughly. The only thing that might be in trouble is that he unifies the mercenary market in Venier, which may have some negative effects on him.

The big guys always like to play balance, but when it comes to this, he always has to make a choice between death and survival.

He chose to live.

The long sword that was cut down was blocked, and the reaction force shook his mouth numb, he gritted his teeth, his face turned red from the force, and he raised his shoulder and pressed the long sword down. The black panther was also struggling, he was also angry to the limit, and at this time he also knew that it was pointless to say anything. He took a deep breath and held it in his chest, using the power of his leg to push upwards while raising his right foot to poke at Sean's. This kick was unexpected, very fast.

Sean was too late to dodge, his sword was swung away and his balance was already affected, and he could only turn around and twist his body, allowing the kick to poke into his thigh.

It hurts to the marrow!

Raising the sword is a horizontal cut, and the panther blocks the sword vertically, and the two swords intersect with a bang, bursting out a few sparks. Sean let out some meaningless auxiliary words from his mouth, and he was full of strength, and he slashed hard. Black Panther is a little shorter than Sean, and from his nickname, you can tell that this man is better at fighting than fighting. He was not good at strength, and after three or four blocks in a row, his entire arm was shocked and numb. In addition, he had just gotten up, and his body was not alive, although this sword was blocked, it also made him stumble backwards and lose his balance.

The black panther's heart tightened, but Sean smirked and stepped out, and the bell and bell were three swords again, the black panther couldn't withstand the continuous heavy blows, his wrist snapped and broke, and the long sword rolled to the ground. His face turned pale instantly, and he turned around and ran, how could Sean let him go? A sword slashed over and directly tore a half-meter-long hole in the back of the black panther, and the flesh on both sides instantly turned over, and the blood soaked his clothes in the blink of an eye. The panther ran a few steps, his steps became disorganized, he lost his balance crookedly, and fell to the ground with a normal thud.

His face turned pale, one elbow propped on the ground, and the other hand held a long sword that wanted to use the flesh mortal fetus to block Sean, and he tore his throat and shouted, "Rao ......"

Sean didn't give him a chance at all, and the people around him who were brilliant fires also found out that something was wrong here, and they all rushed over immediately, not having time for Sean to think about it. He slashed down with his sword, and along with the raised arm, the panther's head was cut in half on the spot. In an instant, half of the bulging spirit was discharged, but then Sean felt as if his left arm had been slammed by something, and he took a step to the right and stood firmly.

When I looked over, I saw a slit in the clothes on my left arm, and in the blink of an eye, this gap began to spray blood outward, and the tight skin lifted up the thin fat and severed muscle fibers, and turned over, like thick lips.