Lord Bagar was in a very happy mood today, because he had received important information - the caravan of the old rival Jupiter had been destroyed, the old man was depleted, and the huge pension had caused a big gap in the old merchant's capital chain. [Starter] asked for money without money, asked for no people, his caravan was exhausted.

Of course, what made him even happier was that last year, because of the turnover of funds, Jupiter also owed him a sum of money on credit, although the amount was not high, and the scheduled repayment date had not yet arrived, but this did not prevent Master Bajiaer from falling into the well and taking the opportunity to block the old thing.

Early in the morning he rushed to Jupiter's trading house with his men and asked for money. He knew that Jupiter had traveled through the trade routes of the Sicilian provinces, and that he had brought back a special specialty, orange wood, which was a luxury item and was loved by the nobility. Although the profit is high, it may not be able to be converted into cash in a short period of time.

Lord Bagar was going to take advantage of Jupiter's failure to sell the goods, and then go to the door to make trouble. Appreciating the distorted expression of that old face is just by the way, the key is to force him to use this batch of goods to pay off his debts in the name of debt collection, and the price, of course, must be pressed to the lowest.

Seeing Bajal walking into the trading house with his hands behind his back, Jupiter, who was organizing his men to sort out the goods, couldn't help but cry out in his heart, this old ghost has never been good when he comes to the door. However, you can't drive people out of the door business, so he had to accompany him to greet him with a smile.

"Ludern is on top, Mr. Bajal, why are you here?"

"Lud'en bless you with abundant wealth, Brother Jupiter. Old man Bajar patted Jupiter's shoulder with a smile: "Isn't it time to settle the debt between us?"

"Bajal, we have made a note at the beginning, and everything is clearly written, I remember that there is still more than half a month before the date of repayment!" said Jupiter with a dark face.

"You can't say that, man, I know you have a problem. Old Man Bajiaer stroked the neatly trimmed mustache on his fat lips, and squinted his eyes with a yin and yang weirdness: "But everyone knows that you have planted a big heel this time, God knows how long your broken business house can last, in case it closes and goes bankrupt in two days, who do you want me to take this money?"

"Give me three days, and I won't lose any money. The old merchant patted his chest and promised.

"Three days, I can't wait a day. Be here today and pay back right away. Master Bajiaer sneered and sat on the sofa, cocking Erlang's legs: "It's a matter of course to repay debts, if you can't come up with the money today, I'll smash your broken shop." ”

Jupiter slapped his palm on the table and glared at Bajal: "Old ghost, are you trying to force me to a dead end?"

Master Bajiaer leaned over his face, and his face was full of pride: "What if I just force you? Kind, you stand up and shout that I, Jupiter, am a rotten person who owes money and doesn't pay it back, maybe I'll give you a day if I'm in a good mood, how about it?"

Jupiter's old face turned purple, and if he really shouted such a voice, the credibility of his firm would be completely ruined. This old bastard is determined to kill himself this time.

"I'm fighting with you!" the old merchant yelled and threw himself at Bajal. The two old men suddenly tore into a ball and rolled off the couch to the ground.

"Debt repayment...... It's a matter of course!" Bajal dodged Jupiter's fist with a dark eye, and screamed hoarsely. He was bent on provocation, but he forgot that the old merchant traveled with caravans all the year round, and in order to protect the goods, he often had to fight desperately with the bandits. When it comes to the methods of hooligans, the old merchant is ten times more proficient than him.

In the past, when Jupiter's merchants were strong, Bajar naturally did not dare to come to the door to make trouble, but today he was prepared before he came. Seeing that the boss was beaten, the guards he brought immediately shouted "protect the boss!" and rushed into the trading house, carrying wooden sticks to see what to smash, and the trading house suddenly jumped with chickens and dogs.

"Brothers, copy guys!"

The mercenaries of the caravan were still squatting in the backyard eating breakfast at this time, and seeing that the situation in front of him was not right, and the third-level swordsman George who still had bandages on his head jumped up and shouted. After being slapped on the head, this guy became a little nervous, and at this time he was the one with the fastest reaction.

In normal times, this group of inexperienced mercenaries might be at a loss when they see someone else breaking in and smashing the store. But just a few days ago, they were beaten up en masse, and they were all holding back their anger. Hearing George's order, the shirtless Creek mercenaries didn't say a word, picked up the guys around them and followed.

They didn't know the identities of these troublemakers, but they just relied on their strong bodies to rush into the hall and beat unfamiliar faces when they saw them. At first, with this blood, they beat the ordinary guys brought by Bajal to cry and call their mothers. But with the addition of the guards brought by Bajal, they were beaten back.

The guards brought by Bajar were all retired old mercenaries, and they had fought all their lives, and they were ruthless one by one. Dealing with these rookies in Jupiter's trading house, he cleaned them up with three punches and two kicks.

Two guards grabbed Jupiter's arm and dragged him aside from Bajal. The old merchant struggled and suddenly felt a darkness in front of him. He looked up and saw a bald man two meters tall standing in front of him.

"Old thing, remember who I am?" the strong man burst out laughing, his solid dark muscles covered in scars, the most terrible of which ran from his head to his ribs, almost splitting the whole man in half. Even this image doesn't look like a good person.

"Bart, aren't you still in prison?" said Jupiter's face suddenly lost blood.

"Thanks to your daughter, Lao Tzu went in and took a turn. Bart smiled and patted the old businessman's face: "Where is that little slut? How about paying her off the debt if you can't pay it back this time?"

"Let go of the boss!" Kevin rushed over and pounced on the guard who was holding the old merchant hostage, and was slapped twice in the same place by Bart's backhand, his eyes were full of stars, and his ears were buzzing.

"The children are playing. Bart spat disdainfully: "Old thing, I changed my mind." Even if you pay back the money, I'm going to get that little slut to bed and let all the men in the city fuck her...... Hell!"

Kevin shook his head and rushed up reluctantly, trying to strangle Bart's neck, but although he didn't succeed, he grabbed the pigtail on the back of Bart's head and pulled it back desperately. Bart grinned and turned to grab Kevin like a chicken. The pain fueled his ferocity, and he grabbed the young mercenary by the neck with one hand, and with the other he reached for a boning knife at his waist and stabbed him directly in the chest.

A dark shadow flew past his ear, and Bart shivered subconsciously, and the sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily. A quick arrow pierced through the chaotic crowd and through the palm of his hand.

Bart gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow, and turned his head to look in the direction it had come from, and he saw a young man with a hunting bow walking down the stairs, also glaring at him with fire-blazing eyes.

This guy is a hard nail, Bart made his mental judgment based on his instincts of years of experience on the streets. He had the impression that there was no such person around Jupiter before.

I don't know why, this kid's mood seems to be a little wrong, and the murderous aura on his body is chilling. As he walked downstairs, the shopkeepers who had been torn together subconsciously stepped aside, as if they were making way for him.

"Smash me! smash me!" said Master Bajal, who got up from the ground with his head covered and shouted with his hands dancing, and he turned his head coldly to see Bart's bloodied right hand, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing here?"

Bart gritted his teeth, and Lord Bagar looked back in confusion to see El walking towards him from the crowd. Just by making eye contact with him, Bajal was so frightened by his murderous aura that he shuddered.

"What are you doing in a daze? Get rid of that kid too!" said Master Bajjar screaming his guards, and he himself turned and hid behind Barth.

The two guards outflanked El from the side, and they naturally could see that this kid was a little difficult to deal with, so they held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and this time they all came with weapons, and they were ready to bleed Jupiter's trading house.

Instead, El dodged the fists of the two men, and at the same time his two hands sprang out like snakes, grabbing their wrists along the way of their fists. He sneered and exerted force in his hand, only to hear a click, and the two guards screamed at the same time. Their wrists were twisted into a mess, and their bones were torn apart. If they didn't have the money to go to the temple for treatment, they would only be a waste for the rest of their lives.

Originally, he was upset in the morning because of Tiana's departure, and finally sparked with Tika and was disturbed by this group of miscellaneous things, El accumulated a stomach of anger, and in a rage, he no longer kept his hand. After he eliminated the two guards, he suddenly exerted force under his feet and crashed headlong into the arms of the strong man who was blocking the way in front of him.

The strong man, who had also been a mercenary's bodyguard, was pressing the head of a Creek mercenary against the wall and beating him wantonly, and was unexpectedly knocked into his arms by El, feeling like a wild boar running head-on. He threw up his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew backwards. A noticeable depression appeared in his chest, and in terms of area, at least four or five ribs were broken on one side.

Bart quietly stretched out his hands and took the guard, who was seeing more air out and less air in. The strong man of one hundred and eighty pounds, coupled with the strength carried in his body, made him take a step back and step on a shallow pit on the floor. Bart smiled disdainfully at El's provocation, but his smile quickly solidified on his face.

I saw Er hold up a solid wood shelf three meters long and wide, at least a few hundred pounds in weight, with both hands, and smashed it on the head.

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