"Hurry up...... I'm going to be today! See all the people here and get me out of Paradise Lost! Anthony Downs frowned, his brow furrowed, and the layer of clothing wrapped around his fat body looked like it was about to explode in the next second.

"But...... My lord, we don't have enough manpower......" One of his [substitute punishers] quickly lowered his head, "There is nothing we can do...... Not! ”

In an instant, a large knife the size of another person's face was already across his neck.

The [Substitute] swallowed his saliva, carefully moved his eyeballs, and looked up at the owner of [Paradise Lost] from the bottom up.

It was his boss, extremely fat, but also the most authoritative person in this riotous and chaotic place. I saw that the fat on his face trembled slightly, his face was dark and terrifying, half of his face was immersed in shadows, and the other half of his skin was a slowly circulating, milky white magic pattern.

"Don't let me say it again." Anthony Downs waved his broadsword from nowhere, motioning for him to hurry out, "I'll count three more times, and if I don't send out all the remaining [substitutes], I'll kill all of you hyenas and replace them with another batch!" ”

"Yes...... Be! The [substitute] nodded, and seemed to have really turned into the appearance of a dog, and ran out with a rolling belt.

The atmosphere just now...... It's so depressing, it's too depressing......

"Whew...... ...... breathed a sigh of relief, the magic power in his body flowed rapidly, and the magic patterns under his skin immediately surged upward, and finally turned into a triangle technique in the palm of his hand, and as soon as his mind moved, this triangle technique began to rotate rapidly.

It spun faster and faster, and the light blue light seemed to fly out of the palm of his hand, and the eyes of the [Substitute for Punishment] gradually became cold, from the cowardice just now, it was like two people.

With a pop, the spell in his hand vanished.

"Looks like something big is really going to happen......" He slowly stretched out his hand and walked to the corner of the street, grabbing a dark gray-black robe out of thin air, "even the boss has become like this...... I also said I wanted to meet an old friend before, hehe. ”

At the same time, the palms of all the [Substitute Punishers] in the [Paradise Lost] in the open and secret all emerged with the same triangular technique as the palms of the [Substitute Punishers] just now, and it was only a matter of a moment, and the order to "expel all those who stayed in Paradise Lost" had been issued in their minds.

And this is not easy, the people who can come here have more or less some ability, even if they don't have enough strength, their backstage should not be underestimated, just a second-level magic pattern warlock, maybe there will be a third-level magic weapon hidden in his body......

But this is a death order from the owner of Paradise Lost, and it cannot be changed.

It's a humid day, with a little bit of rain and a rancid smell in the air, which is the smell of Paradise Lost when it rains.

The streets were crowded with people, and greedy eyes shot out of the corners of the streets, as if focusing on everyone who seemed to be able to snatch.

However, this gaze was immediately extinguished, and a figure was forced, kicked out with the feet of the rain star, or pulled out by large hands, and warned them in stern words to expel them from this only remaining chaotic place in Yaris.

Like a bomb detonating in the streets, countless dizzying shouts echoed wildly everywhere except the trading area, and without exception, they were all orders to expel people away.

Those who had their small bags with them, and even those who traveled lightly, simply quickened their pace dissatisfied, and hurried away, looking for another place within the Greenes; And some of the others who couldn't leave immediately saw that the situation was not good and slipped away, and some were unwilling to leave, or made noise, or used force to force back the [substitute punishment] who came to expel them.

But it's useless.

When it was, the screams of yelling, screams of pain, and the sound of all sorts of weapons entering the flesh mingled in the day, and finally organized into an absurd and bizarre musical, which often erupted, often stopped, and relaxed.

This is the first time that [Paradise Lost] has emptied all travelers, and generally speaking, as long as it does not violate the absolute rule of "no matter the name, no matter what the object is", then the owner of Paradise Lost will not be too restrictive about it, but ......

Now it seems to be an emergency, or wishful thinking on the part of the owner of Paradise Lost—he has the right to smash the town he built little by little, and most of Paradise Lost must be emptied.

In fact, Anthony is creating time and opportunity for Marshall and them, as well as the protection of these unwitting bandits.

How could a man like him not know the notoriety of King Charles, who had also placed men in the palace of Poserona, but the time had not yet come and it was useless.

But now it works, doesn't it?

However, in order to help a friend, I also helped like this...... This is not in line with this fat man's life creed.

At this time, Anthony was in the trading area and called these sellers to drink a little wine together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have dispersed all the travelers who entered Paradise Lost this morning." The fat man moved his buttocks, as if he was equally dissatisfied with the overwhelmed chair beneath him.

"Your [Substitute Punisher] has already appeared strange before, and we can't have guessed what will happen." The old man who sold the stone carvings took a sip of the cloudy liquor in his hand, his eyes were as cloudy as the liquor, "Sell it for a few more years...... I'm leaving, too. ”

"I don't know what the bad luck is, not long after I came over, I put on this kind of thing, can I do the business?" The young man who sold the grain was complaining, but the gloating expression on his face was clear.

"Tell me, what's the matter that you have to move us old people to play?" The mineral retailer in Paradise Lost scratched his head, his other hand still coiling two dull stones.

"We don't want Paradise Lost to be abandoned again...... After all, after so many years, I also have feelings. A middle-aged woman who traded in child slavery pulled her hair and pursed the corners of her mouth.

"yes...... Born feelings. Anthony patted his fat belly, "This matter is related to the future of Yaris, I have to do this, and the rest of the things have nothing to say." If you want to go, then go, if you want to stay, I welcome, if you can help, then I will give the corresponding reward, you must know, I am a person, there is nothing, only money, haha! ”

"Those who stay raise their hands, it looks like time is running out." The old man who sold stone carvings saw that Anthony's face was not normal, raised the crutches in his hand, and took the lead in making a choice, "We won't ask about your affairs, the old rules." We don't want Paradise Lost to close because of that, boss. ”

Anthony rubbed the corners of his eyes and smiled: "Of course, we will continue to do a good job for decades!" Die till you die! ”

While! While! While!

In the trading area, a golden bell appeared in the air, obviously no one shook it, but this behemoth actually shook violently by itself, and the baton kept colliding, making a muffled loud noise.

"Someone is coming, I'll go first." The fat man's eyes froze, and he stood up from his chair.

He found that the chair was embedded in his big ass......

He's too fat.

"Humph! It's time for this chair to change! A machete appeared in the fat man's hand again, and with just a slight flick of his fingers, the chair under his ass was dismembered, "I'll go first." ”

Instantly, he clumsily raised his fat knees and stomped down hard!

Boom! The dust and sand splashed, and the whirring wind even lifted the idle bricks beside him to the wall!

He was like a cannon, riding the wind, tearing through the air that blocked his progress, speeding through the streets and alleys, and from time to time, he also stepped twice in the air, and the magic circle that appeared under his feet could provide him with the motivation to continue to move forward.

The wind blew all the way through Anthony, and as Anthony advanced, the buttons of his shirt broke one after another, and the fat of the white flower came out of his neck and peeked from top to bottom to his ribs.

"Whew......" Anthony exhaled heavily, froze straight through mid-air, broke through the limits of inertia, and fell stiffly to the ground.

Only the bottom five buttons of his shirt remained.

Now Anthony opened his chest and his face was cold, he snorted coldly, and slowly pulled his shirt together without revealing too much.

It doesn't matter if this drag, because of the excessive force, the top of the remaining five buttons can't stand this kind of force, and it cracks with a click!

Unexpectedly, Anthony's white belly was missing from the gap between the clothes, but instead there were pieces of hard iron with shocking tears on them, and if you looked closely, you could see that there seemed to be something inside.

Anthony's huge belly seemed to be holding something interesting, and in this way, it seemed extremely convenient.

He had now reached the gates of Paradise Lost, letting the rain fall above his head.

Forty or fifty meters in front of Anthony, a team of thirty or forty people was driving their horses without hurry, officially and impartially walking in the direction of [Paradise Lost for Bandits].

Generally speaking, the only way to cross the Tata River was the crystal plate bridge deployed by Anthony, which meant that only with his permission could the river be crossed so wide and large that it would not be washed away by the turbulent waters.

Anthony put away the coldness on his face, but showed a smile on his face.

He opened his mouth, and the heat in his mouth quickly rippled in the air:

"[Bandits' Lost Paradise] is temporarily closed, if you want to survive the Tata River, then choose another time!"

But it is clear that the other party is not prepared to discuss with him.

The man at the head was dressed in a light blue robe, with white eyebrows, but his face did not look old, his nose was high, his mouth was thick, and he was of medium stature.

His voice was rough and hoarse, and it didn't match his posture at all:

"Anthony Downs, founder and administrator of Paradise Lost."