This kind of tavern business relies on small profits and quick turnover, and the money that can be made from a single customer is extremely limited, and the owner of the tavern naturally does not have the habit of welcoming people when they see them entering. The young man www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion stood at the door in an awkward daze, and gradually attracted the attention of others, and a sturdy man wearing a vest glanced at him: "What, do you have a job to throw?"

According to the normal progress of the story, he should have met some kind of accosting with a mysterious person, or encountering a hooligan to cause trouble and fight to give him a chance to show his hand, but the big men in the tavern glanced at him at most, but they still drank and ate meat, and all of them took him seriously.

"I want to join a mercenary group and see the outside world, is there a shortage of people in the team?"

"It turns out to be another little ghost who has read too many adventure novels, haha......"

The tavern was filled with laughter, although this kind of child with dreams may not be seen every day, but he can also meet one from time to time, it is not unusual at all, they think that being a mercenary is a trick?

"Don't run away blindly, children, go home and drink milk, mercenaries can only be a big man!" A fat bald head laughed, looking him up and down: "Yo, you look very delicate, don't you sell **? ”

The other party used a vulgar word, and Rod, who had never heard of it, didn't understand it for a while, thinking that he was asking what he wanted: "I don't want money, as long as I can take me out to travel and travel, I will eat, drink and equip myself!"

"No money!" burst into laughter in the tavern, and the mercenaries looked up as if they had heard the best joke, and the time spent waiting for the hire was too boring, and it was not much fun, but it was enough for them to relax.

An obscene-looking guy stood up and walked up to the young man and circled around him: "Tsk, it's indeed a boy, I thought a young lady dressed as a man and came to find a man." ”

A short mercenary in the corner said coldly: "As long as it's cute, what's wrong with a boy?"

The laughter that had just stopped erupted again, and someone slapped the table and was about to laugh, accidentally knocking over the wine glass.

Rod didn't understand what was so cute about him, but he sensed that the mercenaries were making fun of him, and he couldn't help but blush with annoyance. The boss at the counter shook his head with a smile and kindly reminded him: "There are all men here who lick blood with knives, you better go play elsewhere." ”

Rod glared angrily at the people who were still laughing, and turned his head to try his luck elsewhere, but someone stopped him.

"Wait. A red-faced man stood up and approached with squinted eyes, his body covered with the smell of beer, garlic and greasy: "You're going out on a trip, I have an idea-go out and turn left to find old Doug's caravan, they are not small, maybe I can add you one." ”

Not to mention Rod, even the other mercenaries present thought that this guy was really going to recommend a place for the teenager at the moment. But the red-faced man's next words changed drastically: "Their group ** has jumped ship, although you are a man, maybe someone likes the little white face, you just follow them, travel all the way and sell your ass all the way...... But remember to negotiate the price, if you don't need it, you won't be able to afford it. ”

The final turn of the gods ignited the atmosphere again, and the dust on the ceiling beams of the hotel was shaken by laughter, and one drunk even fell off the stool with laughter.

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"Who do you say is the little white face!" Rod was about to go out, but he stopped him before he turned back to listen to him, and after being teased again, a nameless fire rushed above his head, turned his head and clenched his fists and glared at the speaker.

"You," said the red-faced man with a hippie smile, "Let's see, isn't this little guy white and tender, and like a little white face?"

"Oh yes, really!"

"Lao Tzu is tempted, little white face, you make a price, Lao Tzu will sleep with you tonight!"

"Hahaha......"

These mercenaries used to be rivals, and they cheered each other on for fun.

Rod glared at the perpetrator: "Apologize to me and take back your words, otherwise ......"

"Why, or you're going to hit me?" said the threatened with a hippie smile, "Come, hit here, and I'll see how powerful your pink fist is...... Don't—"

There was a "bang", and everyone couldn't see clearly, and the speaker was knocked backwards and knocked over a table.

The noise and laughter stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere changed dramatically, and everyone put down their glasses to stare at him, while several people with the beaten stood up.

"What are you doing, so careless, and still beating people?"

"Who dares to call me a little white face, I will even beat him together!" Rod also blushed as if he had drunk wine, and glared at everyone present.

"Damn...... My teeth, up, teach ...... Lecture him!" The knocked man cried out with his face covered, and several of his companions quickly surrounded him with weapons.

"Little white face, Lao Tzu will teach you a lesson for your father and mother!" The sword is not unsheathed, and fighting is a minor crime, but if you cut and kill someone, it will be troublesome, and the city can splash a dozen people with a relationship with the powerful by spilling a glass of wine on the street.

"Don't fight, don't fight!" the hotel owner shouted, and at the same time quickly gestured to one of his subordinates: "It's better to go to the open space outside the store and lose money if you break something!"

The atmosphere in the inn was even more lively, and unrelated people were ready to watch the excitement, and a small servant who served food quietly went out of the side door to find someone, and the partner of the beaten man surrounded the boy with either empty hands or weapons.

"Teach me a lesson for my parents, you don't deserve to lift shoes for our parents!" Rod's remaining self-control helped him hear the shopkeeper's words clearly: "Come on, come outside, I want to see what you mercenaries are capable of!"

There was a bustle to see, and even the people at the table who had just been affected and knocked over the wine and food stood up, and the whole hotel followed the owners out of the house in an uproar, and wrapped the four of them in a circle on the street.

"Come on, you three go up together. ”

The three mercenaries glanced at each other and surrounded the boy in a triangle. They had drunk a little, but they were not so drunk that they had no judgment, and the young man in front of them was extremely fast, and if they went up one by one, they would definitely be broken one by one...... They were ready to rush up and hold him down.

"Up!" blinked, and the three of them attacked from three directions at the same time, the so-called two fists were hard to beat the four hands, and the master was killed with random punches...... At this distance, if you don't hold a weapon or use a fighting spirit or magic, even a person who knows some real skills can easily suffer under the tacit combination of attacks, not to mention that this time it is six hands.

But the opponent's desperate movements were as slow as a snail in Rhodes's eyes, he did not retreat but advanced, quickly met the mercenary who rushed forward, easily avoided one of his straight punches, grabbed his straight right arm and left shoulder and pushed him towards the second person, took advantage of the gap between the two people to stumble together, elbowed back and threw his third person under the ribs, turned around the moment he shrank in pain, and hit him in the face with a punch that knocked him in the face and fell away.

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