Old Poggie cursed hatefully, and by the way, he invested a few silver coins to bet that the drunkard mercenary gang would win, and he also had to reduce his losses a little!!

Apparently Keys and Murray were on the underdog, and the difference in numbers made most people bet on the drunkard mercenaries, and began to excitedly discuss how long Murray could hold on.

In a brawl, from time to time someone would be kicked out of the room, knocked down a few wine tables and then fell to the ground and groaned, their stomachs were filled with spirits, they could not withstand the heavy blow to their abdomen, and suddenly collapsed to the ground and vomited, and the colorful filth stained their faces, but they did not have the strength to wipe them one by one.

As more and more people were kicked out of the city, the mercenaries involved in gambling gradually became nervous, and from time to time they erupted into a burst of chagrin curses because of the figure that was kicked out again, mixed with a few cheers, which were the gamblers who put the gambling money on Murray and Case.

"Oh!!"

"Damn it, gouge out his eyes, you damn guy!!"

"Damn!!Why are you throwing up, hurry up, beat those two bastards and then vomit, hurry, hurry!!Go up and kick his balls!!!" A mercenary who was going to put all the money on next week's drinks slammed into the drunkard mercenary in front of him in a fit of rage, and the big-eared scraper crackled and grabbed the drunkard mercenary's neck to get him up.

"Hey!!Damn Karl!!Didn't you have dinner!!Stand up for Lao Tzu!!" The guy who pressed the three silver coins screamed, looking at the bearded mercenary who collapsed on the ground, and wanted to give this useless guy two slaps, if Carl dared to lose, these mercenaries who participated in gambling would have no money for food in the next few days. If Carl did lose, they would beat him up.

Murray threw a fist at him, knocking the drunkard mercenary out of the way, spewing out a few yellow-brown teeth and blood, smashing the seat and falling to the ground.

When being beaten, the exquisite martial arts will also be interrupted by a swarmed enemy, two fists are invincible to four hands, and it is useful to punch the master to death wherever it is, Murray's bruised eyes prove this unchanging truth, the two people who are surrounded by more than a dozen people can't move their hands and feet at all, they can only wave their fists desperately, and the guy in front of them is just flying out.

The air was mixed with the unique sour smell of vomiting, Murray, who had been in the air for a few consecutive moments, stopped waving his fist, gasped a little, and was startled by the Keith who turned his head, Keith, who was bruised and couldn't distinguish the original face shape, his clothes were torn to tatters, and the swollen corners of his mouth showed a somewhat hideous smile, but he spit out a bloodshot tooth from his mouth.

Keith looked much more miserable than Murray, but there was excitement in his eyes, as if he had wanted to do it for a long time, and he was cursing angrily at the mercenaries who were beyond their strength.

"Damn it, you Uncle Keith are amazing!!" Keith roared and struck a toned pose to show off his might to the drunken mercenaries who had collapsed to the ground.

"What's the situation?" Lawrence, who was vague in his footsteps, appeared at this time, pushed away the beautiful brown-haired woman who was still tired of him, and looked at the messy scene in the bar, and sighed in amazement.

Lawrence was startled by Keith's sudden smile, and it took a long time for him to recognize that the pig-headed creature was Keith.

"Two fools!!" Wendy was scrambling to heal the two of them, and the rudimentary healing technique could only make the two of them suffer a little.

"It's so bad!!" Murray pursed his lips disdainfully, pulling the scars on the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help baring his teeth and exhaling in pain, he had just played very well, and now that the time has passed, the soreness on his body has surged up.

Wendy, who was treating him, was dissatisfied, and secretly annoyed that two big men were like two street **.

"Damn!!" Lawrence, who knew what was going by, made up a few kicks on the drunken mercenaries, gloating at Keith's swollen face like a pig's head, and watching Keith eat deflated, Lawrence was very happy.

The bar was littered with a group of drunkard mercenaries with blue noses and swollen faces, one by one slumped to the ground vomiting and moaning, and no longer had the strength to get up and wave their fists, but no one was kind enough to support them, and the gamblers who lost all their coins cursed and cursed the nest of a group of drunkard mercenaries, and looked at this side with bad intentions, and the gamblers who pressed their hopes on Murray and Keys happily distributed the gambling money, and the gamblers who took risks let them win the money bag full.

Although most of them were just copper coins mixed with a few shiny silver coins, it was enough for them to fool around in the tavern for the next half a month, and they didn't have to go to the mountains for a little wine money to be afraid, afraid that they would die under the claws of the demonic beast at any time, and they who did not cultivate their fighting qi were just a low-level warrior at best.

"Damn it......" A few red-eyed mercenaries scolded, and their cruel eyes kept sweeping over a few people, estimating whether they should go up and make a cameo appearance as a drunkard mercenary to win back their capital.

The door of the bar was suddenly kicked open, and the dilapidated wooden door creaked twice and fell to the ground, ** everyone's eyes.

"You will be prosecuted for disturbing the peace and for brawl...... and with an impassioned voice, a group of well-dressed sheriffs with iron-clad batons in their hands, three dozen men with high hats and tight-fitting trousers, rushed into Old Poggy's tavern like wolves.

The mercenaries, who were arrogant and brave enough to trouble Murray, sat back at their round table silently, and drank rum as if nothing had happened, they drank it very seriously, as if the rum in the glass was about the same as water was mellow wine, they whispered to the people around them casually, and deliberately lowered their voices, as if they were talking about something secret, but from time to time they glanced at the eyes of the sheriff, which proved that they were a little panicked in their hearts, these brave and ruthless guys, the one who did not enter the sheriff's cell, those leather whips stained with alcohol and mixed with wire made these guys remember deeply, now seeing this group of mourning stars (people who bring calamity or bad luck), one by one suddenly became honest.

"Damn!!How is it Abel!!!This damn vampire!!How is he not dead in a woman's belly!!!" The guys who won the gamble muttered as they looked at the infamous Sheriff of Drewtown, who hid his glass full of coins behind him.

Abel is in a bad mood!!

As the governor of all the high hats in Drew Town, this is a very oily job, the protection fees paid by the shops in the town, the contributions of the caravans, the damned, drunken mercenaries, just one or two, and the angry captains will come to the door with the money to ransom people.

These are all golden coins!!Blow a cute little guy with a charming echo.