The lizardman who walked at the front looked around the hall, quickly locked his eyes on Faun in the corner, let out a sneer, and slowly walked to the corner.

"Mr. Lizardmen, may I like to drink or stay in a hotel?" The cute cat man stopped in front of several people and smiled sweetly.

"I don't drink alcohol, and I don't live in a store."

"Those are ......"

"Find someone. If you don't want to get hurt, just flash to the side, and I don't want to bully a cute kitten. The leader spat out his forked tongue like a snake and threatened.

The cat man looked scared, but she still mustered up the courage and said, "Please don't make trouble in the store, otherwise I will call the guards." The three lizardmen were stunned for a moment, but surprisingly not angry, but laughed.

The man at the head said: "Haha, little kitten, even the royal guards of your royal capital dare not do anything to us, let alone the third-rate guards of your remote city. When the uncles in the hall heard this, they all showed angry looks, but none of them dared to stand up and refute it.

Because what this guy is saying is true, Zahari is just a small country, carefully surviving between the big ones, and because of its geographical proximity to the Galama Empire, this small country is shrouded in the shadow of the lizardmen in every way.

Most typically, even if the lizardman commits a crime in Zahari, the local authorities have no authority to punish him, and can only send him back to the Garama Empire for trial.

The official rhetoric is for him to accept the laws of his own country, but it is clear to people that the lizardman who is sent back is often only imprisoned for a few days, regardless of the number of crimes he has committed in other countries.

Criminals with a little background didn't even have to be detained for just a few days.

"Okay, little kitten, if you don't get out of the way, my uncle will really be angry." The lead lizardman put away his smile and gave one last warning.

"You, you ......" The helpless cat man girl cast a look of help to the uncles around her, but the uncles who usually looked at her with hungry wolf-like eyes turned into kittens who were better than her at this time.

In the end, she stomped her foot helplessly, and ran to the bar with tears in her eyes to cry to the proprietress .

"Boss, they bully." The proprietress Semira shook her head at her, a mysterious smile on her lips, and a charming voice reached the fluffy triangular ears of the cat man's little sister.

"Don't worry, someone will clean up these animals for us." On the other side, the lead lizardman nodded in satisfaction.

"This is the obedient little kitten, when the uncles are done with their business, maybe they will come here for a drink when they are in a good mood, and then come to serve the uncles." Then he laughed and walked to the wine table in the corner.

If at first it was only suspicion, now he can be sure that the old thing sitting here must have a ghost in his heart, because he has not looked back from beginning to end, unless he is deaf.

"Turn your face, old man." Hearing the voice behind him, Faun's body, which was sweating profusely, stiffened even more.

Just as he was about to turn around, there was a loud bang, followed by a voice of suppressed anger.

"A bunch of waste without eggs have all become women when they see lizardmen? Watching a few animals bully an old man is really a wreck! The astonished eyes of the crowd converged on the west side of the hall, where sat a man with bare arms, with a delicate scimitar encrusted with precious stones at his side.

Ringer, who was about to help, didn't expect someone to suddenly stand up at this juncture, but fortunately, since someone was willing to stand up, he could watch the play leisurely.

He looked with interest at the man who spoke out, dark-skinned, muscular, about thirty years old, with wavy black hair, a gold ring on his right arm, and bulging muscles that looked like they wanted to break through the blockade of the gold ring.

Someone in the crowd suddenly recognized the man's identity: "It's him!" The nameless swordsman known as the Three Swords of the Wild Waves is a strange man who only makes three swords no matter what opponent he faces. ”

"That's right, it's Lao Tzu, you three hairless animals, want to be wild in front of Lao Tzu? I first asked if I would say yes to the knife in my hand! The man slammed the table, and the scimitar on it reached him, the gem set in the hilt glittering in the light.

Feeling greatly insulted, the three lizardmen, who were called animals in public, drew their knives almost simultaneously and rushed at the shirtless man without any nonsense.

In this case, there is nothing left to say, only the blood of the other party can calm their anger.

The drinkers screamed, but before they could take the steps to escape, the battle was over. Three rays of light flashed as the three lizardmen fell to the ground screaming, their thick tails broken at the roots, the incisions so smooth that blood was spurting from behind their butts.

The shirtless man was still sitting in his chair, drinking from his glass, as if nothing had happened. Semira, the proprietress of the book reader, was already blocking the door, looking at the uncles who had gathered.

"It's okay to go, settle the accounts first, you bastards." The proprietress scolded loudly,

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, and want to pretend to be scared and slip away so you don't have to pay the bill, right? Don't even think about it! Get back to pay me! The uncles looked disappointed and sat back in their seats, as if they weren't really scared.