"Your Excellency Badr, the head of the family wants to see you."

Before you know it, seven days have passed.

After a period of hard practice, Bard felt that the mental qi curled up in his body became more and more active, and as long as he was given a little more time, the first level of the four major lines would be completed.

"Wait a minute, I'll pack my bags." But the person who picked him up had already arrived, and Bard couldn't shirk it.

Gangsters don't get their money, and in order to avoid some unpleasant incidents, Bud is ready to maintain the principle of talking less and doing less after starting this job.

As long as the employer is not hanging, he will complete the task perfectly.

He didn't have much luggage, a backpack could be filled, and after a casual packing, he followed a few men in suits all the way to the top of the building.

To Bard's surprise, it turned out to be a helicopter that came to pick him up.

I don't know if it's because it's too easy for the gang to make money, or if the recent development of the Nosra family is too good, and this emerging gangster family is really entrenched.

Originally, the Nosra family was just a local gang entrenched in a small city, and people often refer to this kind of power as they often refer to the head snakes.

However, in recent years, the Nosra family has eaten several pieces of oily land in one go, and has clashed fiercely with local gangs.

Surprisingly, after a battle, the final result turned out to be a complete victory for the Nosra family.

How they did it, no one knows.

In short, in just a few years, the Nosra family has gone from an obscure small gang to the master of the underground world in the eastern region of the Republic of Batochia.

Because the development is too fast and rapid, they eat too much fat in one go, and secretly I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at them.

Naturally, the Nothra family did not sit still, and recently, they have recruited a large number of people by throwing money like crazy.

Among them, the powerful telepathic is the most desired power of the Nosra family.

It's a pity that the current head of the Nosla family is just a middle-aged man with mediocre qualifications.

His own strength is too weak, how can he be worthy of the loyalty of the strong.

If it weren't for the money, a mind-shifter like Bard wouldn't have taken them seriously at all.

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"Da da...

I don't know how long it flew, but the fan blades of the helicopter finally stopped.

"Here we are, Lord Badr." A man in a suit pointed to the huge building in front of him, "The head of the house is waiting for you inside." ”

"It's a big yard." Speaking of the courtyard, Bud looked left and right, and suddenly did not see the end of the wall.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe this building as a mansion or a garden.

As Bard stepped out of the helicopter, the gate of the courtyard slowly opened, and two rows of men in black in suits and sunglasses walked up to him in two rows.

Queue, bow your head, bow.

"Welcome, Lord Badr."

This strong sense of déjà vu left Bud speechless for a while.

There were no birds like these little minions, so he looked into the depths of the yard and strode forward.

To be able to come up with such a boring means of welcome, it is really an upstart.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Bard saw a familiar figure.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Badr." Dazzin sat down in a chair and stroked the long knife in his hand.

"It seems that the welcome ceremony is not over yet."

"Gangster money, how can it be so easy to make." Dazzin spread his hands towards Bud, signaling that he was helpless as well.

Dazzin is not actually from the Nosra family, he is also hired by the Nosra family for a large price.

As he spoke, Dazzin pulled out a safe from the side.

"Ten million rings, fight with me, whether you win or lose, the money is yours."

"Huo, it's direct enough."

It seems that the Nosra family wants to see his strength with their own eyes, and Bard really can't think of a reason to refuse such a request.

I hope that Da Zuo's strength is not too strong, he has not yet learned condensation, and he can't see the strength of his opponent's mental energy.

However, after seeing his self-healing ability, this guy still chose to fight him with a knife, obviously very confident in his own strength.

"Come on, then." Looking at the long knife in Dazzin's hand, Bard's eyes were full of jealousy.

He didn't know if Death Thoughts would be able to repair his hands and feet after they had been cut off.

Even if it can be repaired, being cut off in battle is almost equivalent to being slaughtered.

To be honest, when he saw the long knife in Dazzo's hand, Bard regretted coming to serve as a bodyguard for the gangsters.

Fortunately, in the past few days, he has finally learned a little bit of fighting skills, so that he doesn't even know how to fight back when he fights.

But even so, once the opponent's sword skills are too skillful, he still can't escape the fate of being slaughtered.

"In that case, let's defend with all our hearts." That's actually the only thing Bard is good at.

Dazzin nodded at him, pulled out the long knife in his hand and was about to make a move, when a flirtatious male voice suddenly came from behind.

"Hey, hey, hey, since you want to see our strength, why don't you let me be his opponent?"

"Huh?" Bard heard the sound, but saw a middle-aged man with a fan, walking slowly from outside the courtyard.

"Is it a new bodyguard too?"

Dazzin frowned and withdrew the knife from its scabbard, "You came at a good time. ”

"Since you want to fight, I'll give you this one."

It was a pointless battle, and Dazzin gave up his opponent very indifferently.

"By the way, this is Badr, his name is Basho."

Basho inserted the fan into his waist and walked quickly to Bud, "You're Badr, I've heard of your name in the Sky Arena. ”

Basho is about 1.8 meters tall, and when he usually walks on the road, he basically looks down on others.

But standing in front of Bud, he could only barely see Bud's chin, which made Basho very unhappy.

"That's not something to brag about." Badr's name is the masochist, which is not a nickname that normal people can have.

"Hah, yes." Basho suddenly pulled out a brush and a few notes from his sleeve.

"Your tone really makes Uncle Ben unhappy."

While speaking, Basho quickly wrote two lines of small words on the note with a brush: Anything that is beaten by Uncle Ben will burn.

"See what I'm capable of, Wandering Haiman!"

After a roar, Basho clenched the note in his hand and threw a punch at Bud.

Bud didn't dodge or dodge, and let Basho's fist hit him.

In the next second, a fireball exploded directly on him, and the fierce flames began to burn rapidly on him.

Da Zuo, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't help but look at Basho twice, and felt a little jealous of his ability.

"How's it going, boy, what does it feel like to be roasted into a pig?"

Basho was about to be complacent, when he saw Bard tear off his coat and throw the burning flames aside.

The fireball just now only burned off his coat and caused extensive burns to his skin.

There is a death thought protector, and this level of injury Bard is completely ignored.

"Hey, you don't look like you're very good."

"What!" Basho was about to retort, but saw that Bard's injuries were healing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Cut." As soon as the words came to his mouth, he was forcibly suffocated, "It's rotten, it's not burning vigorously enough, it's really a bad work." ”

After saying that, Basho took out the brush in his hand and was about to write the second haiku.