"Oh, Miss is an outsider?" The middle-aged man was not arrogant or impatient, and sat next to Cybertron, "I don't have an Athenian accent, I'm Macedonian?

"I'm a barbarian. ／.” Cybertron squinted at the other and pointed to his Adam's apple: "Man, do you see clearly? ”

"Oh, the barbarians don't matter, we've always been on good terms with the barbarians—the boy doesn't have anything to say, just a drink, boy, don't be afraid." ”

The Greek world is really loved, I heard of Aristotle, and his master Plato, and Plato's master Socrates. And these three sages who became the three sages of Greece all said that same-sex is true love (true story), and there is basically no ******** in their writings, all of them are male love and male love (true story). Sure enough, after Cybertron revealed his identity, he instantly felt that the eyes around him were gathering more.

", I'm not a Greek, I'm just going out for a glass of wine to find the sense of storage and the sense of storage of warriors!--you give me a death, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

"Angry?--Don't do that, boy, aren't you looking for fun...... Oh, you said that there is a sense of zài, right?" Revealing the well-developed muscles of his right hand, the middle-aged man smiled: "I am a warrior!-you must be very eager for the self-esteem of a warrior, right?, come, come, I will teach you the secret of wrist wrenching, this is the most civilized gladiatorial game in the whole of Greece......"

As he spoke, the other party made a wrist wrenching gesture on the bar.

"Touch!" Before the other party could finish speaking, Cybertron's right hand had easily knocked the opponent's right hand down, and the entire bar trembled.

"Poof...... Hahahaha-" This scene instantly attracted a wave of peace-loving, friendly and civilized Greek laughter from the onlookers who did not know the truth: "You are a force!"

"Stupid (muffled) made a fool of himself, right?"

"Go back to your mother's (silenced) and practice again, it's a shame for the warriors!"

"You're not as hard as my (silenced) pills!"

The people of Greece are friendly, warm and hospitable, and if you look at most of the intellectuals gathered in this bar, they are also professional bureaucrats.

"You!--you guys (muffled) shut up!!Something must have been wrong just now!" Indeed, the middle-aged man with a rather large figure could not accept this fact, and looked at this unattractive ...... No, no, it should be said that how could a boy who was unusually handsome but of short stature lose in a wrist wrench for fun?---But now his right hand was still very numb: "If I win, you will come with me!--I will not let you ...... tonight."

"What if I win?" Cybertron squinted at the other man, now angry - because he felt that the chicken-trickers on the side thought he was a competitor. Now, if his anger could materialize, it would have toppled the roof.

“...... I'll just go with you?"

"What do I want you to do? chop up pork?—are you a pork man?" Cybertron spat hard, unceremoniously pulling out a small dagger from his boot that he usually used to cut meat. In everyone's astonishment, he thrust the dagger into the wooden bar.

Five meters away on the side, the boss's heart ached.

"Leave a hand if you lose! ”

It is human nature to hesitate at such a time as "......", and no one wants to make such a bet. Feeling that his right hand was still so numb, it had already made him feel very uncomfortable just now.

"Isn't it pretty imposing just now?"

"Isn't it just a hand!—you've always said you're a warrior, but you're up!"

At this time, it is also the nature of human beings to follow the uncultivated coaxing, anyway, it can be seen that the funeral is not afraid of the funeral, no matter how big the scene is, they are very happy!

"Come on, come!--I don't want your hands, I want your people." The other party smiled, disgusted to Cybertron, and took Cybertron's outstretched hand and said, "I'm ready!

"I'm coming, I'm coming!--Ready!' Immediately something good ran over, his hand on the tightly clasped hand of Cybertron and the middle-aged man.

"Touch!" Almost the moment he took it away, Cybertron barely collapsed, and easily and happily knocked down the opponent's hand. Then without hesitation, he picked up the dagger on the table and plunged it into the opponent's forearm - in this era, no matter how kind a person is, he must learn to find fault and defend himself at the very least.

The nail knife entered the flesh, and the dagger was inserted into the wooden board of the tabletop through the guò forearm, and the blood flowed freely in an instant.

"Ahh

"Whoa!", the four strong men visible to the naked eye jumped up at the same time, and from the first glance, they found that there were four goods here who had been more concerned about the middle-aged man who was stabbed by a knife.

"What?" Cybertron didn't raise his eyes, he just pulled out his dagger, and then kicked the dead faggot in front of him who actually wanted to "insert" himself, watching how the other party lay on the ground and grabbed his bleeding arm and screamed - and didn't insert the bones, and didn't break the tendons, at most it was a little bleeding, and the screaming was like a girl, "Can't afford to lose?"

The few on the other side were speechless for a moment, but it didn't matter if they couldn't speak—this was an era of lawlessness. Screaming and shouting, the four don't need to be reasonable. Pushing away the people around him and carrying the bench straight over, a hand bench (note: the mystery of the bench is that it can be hidden in the house, at your fingertips, usually you can also sit on it to hide the killing machine, known as the first of the seven weapons) is to play is superb, exciting. Four against one, we have a good chance of winning.

"Click! Bang! Bang!"

Then the four were kicked out of the bar/restaurant/inn/chicken yard (suddenly it turned out that this was called a large entertainment complex), and each of them rushed over and held a stool that was easily smashed by Cybertron, and then kicked out of the door one by one.

"Hey, you're the only one left. Everyone automatically and consciously gave way to a way, and Cybertron looked at the dead who was lying on the ground and was still wailing, and now he didn't even dare to howl. He crossed his waist and pointed out the door: "Put down the wine money, be a civilized and good citizen, don't owe taxes, don't evade taxes, don't spit and wipe the blood clean - and then I 'send' you out, or do you get out of for me yourself?"

"I'll go by myself, I'll go by myself-" How else to say that people are warriors? I just think about it, the right hand is used to cut people, and the left hand is used to give people away at any time (eh? Lowering his head, he easily pulled out a few coppers with his uninjured hand, looked at Cybertron's slightly upturned eyebrows, and obviously dissatisfied, threw out the money bag in one go, and then turned around and ran.

Cybertron was greeted by a burst of applause, cheers, and the happy laughter of the people after the ugly farce, and the heartfelt smiling faces of the kind people after the bloody conflict.