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The gang leader sneered and was about to answer, but was interrupted by a piercing scream!

The half-elf Meliane, for some reason, was already standing aside, an elven thin sword in his hand pointed slightly at the ground, shiny, and the four people in front of him had already sat down on the ground, and the miserable cry in his mouth shook the earth, and their arms had fallen shoulder to shoulder, and with the tumbling blood gushing out, the smell of the fish suddenly rose by a concentration!

The hooligans present couldn't help but look at each other, and each took a few steps back, they also thought they were good at it on weekdays, but at this time, no one could see clearly how this person appeared and how he made a move!

This sudden change caught everyone off guard, but there was one thing they were absolutely sure of, and that was the Iron Fist Club, and this time it was undoubtedly kicked to the iron plate

"What do you want?" Iron Fist Sjan's scarred face was distorted, his teeth were clucking, and he glared fiercely at the leisurely old man in front of him, but he also knew that the whole form was now reversed, and the pointy-eared bodyguard and the mage alone were enough to keep them all. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

"Don't worry, Sjan, don't worry...... Unlike young people like you, I'm a businessman and like to buy and sell fairly. The old man said smugly: "In fact, it was the old man who wanted to ask you what kind of ...... These days, I have a lot of brothers here who have encountered some trouble, you see, this matter, the old man must have an explanation below?"

"I'm not here to tell you this today....... ”

The strong man's bald forehead was bruised, and he said word by word: "Boss Kerrigan asked me to give you a message, three days later, there will be a meeting at the Blue Dream Restaurant in the East Side, to discuss the ownership of the original land of the Dark Dagger, if you want to become a newcomer, you have to show your face upstairs there, otherwise, they will use other methods to make you eat more and spit out the things you occupy!"

"Oh, such a sentence, in fact, write a piece of paper and send it, and the old man will understand, why bother to mobilize so many people? Young man, really go" ,..." The old man's eyes flickered, and his expression remained unchanged: "Okay, let's go and see the excitement." Although it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, ",..."

"You...... , take the wounded brothers, and let's go!" Ironfist Sjan snorted

The figure in the black robe took a step and stood in the direction he was about to leave

"I confess it today, Your Excellency, from now on, anyone from my Iron Fist Club will never trouble the Moon Tavern again, and swear with this hand. ”

Iron Fist Sjan narrowed his eyes and glanced at the silent figure, the other party's shadow was a few points shorter than him, but it seemed to be a deep cave under the sun, sparkling with a cold breath, gritting his teeth hatefully, the gang leader knew that it was impossible to ask for benefits today, so he could only spit out a string of cruel words helplessly

The half-elf was obviously also skilled, "Knowing that such a fierce character didn't need to be pushed too hard, so he reached out and pushed the two men with crippled arms out"

Walking out of the street, Iron Fist Sijan stopped and turned around and said coldly: "I have written down today's events. A few people should be careful when walking at night in the future, don't have a bruise or something. ”

It's just that as soon as the words fell, a big man beside him let out a miserable cry, staggered and fell down, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth and nose!

"You're welcome. Edward spoke in a short tone, representing his dissatisfaction.

He wouldn't believe that the boss of the Half-Blood Club would be frightened by anything, and the manpower that the Half-Elf Club could call on was not just some half-elf mercenaries, just with the generous shot in the magic shop last time, as well as the priest of a certain god of faith, it was extremely easy to deal with a gangster in Romante City, and this old fox laughed at a lot of chrysanthemums, presumably something asked for him.

Don't you want to explain?

"Don't you want to explain, Iron Fist Boss?"

It's already time for the lights to come on. The afterglow of the setting sun still lingered at the foot of the distant mountains, and at the farthest point as far as the eye could see, the flames of the clouds, the horizon, and the outline of the city had begun to take on a dull purple-red. After a busy day, people finally have a chance to free themselves from the shackles of life, and the sparse flow of people swells in the streets, which are then slowly absorbed by the taverns and shops.

The Longlan Tavern on Lanling Street, a medium-sized store with a rather elegant name, is not a great place, but you probably won't find a more popular place in Ruoda Romanti around sunset - everyone knows that the owner of this shop offers a specialty of food, baked on a large red iron plate, with a special method of preparing beef and pork chops. A large piece can be bought for a few coppers, and these secret steaks are completely devoid of the blood and smell of ordinary meat, and with the unique ale and vermouth of the southern part of the Phoenix Empire, whether it is a small merchant familiar with the city, a traveler, or a small citizen who likes to spend a while on his own, it is regarded as a pleasure to eat.

Although it is only a civil structure, the conference hall has a nice high shelf, and the bright shine of the four richly decorated bull's-eye chandeliers, combined with the long curtain with elegant folds that hang from the surrounding walls, and the paintings of the landscapes and people on the walls, have rendered enough opulence",... Although the size of the room does not match, it inevitably exudes a cliché outrageous taste, but considering the identity and status of the owner, this is already quite a good environment.

The struggle in the dark has always been only a struggle for strength, and stratagem can only be regarded as an auxiliary.

"The little fox is getting more and more arrogant. ”

The stout man sitting on the far right chewed on the tooth flower, broke a lamb's leg bone with a clattering hand, snorted and sucked the delicious bone marrow inside, and at the same time let out a vague mockery: "Who does he think he is, pointing fingers at us? He doesn't dare to be so arrogant! He wants to give an order? Let's sit in his position first, and see if he has the ability!"

"He doesn't have any chance, even if he agrees, it is impossible for their family to let a wine bag and rice bag support the overall situation, otherwise, hehe, I hate to see seventy-three years, the spectacular scene of cutting off more than 100 heads will be repeated, or our king, Your Majesty, will also be a little interested in repeating his great-grandfather's feat?" The other little man was obviously much more civilized in eating, and he didn't see how he moved, a large piece of roast meat in his hand had already turned into a pile of meat slices, he used a thin knife to pierce a piece, but he was not in a hurry to put it in his mouth, and smiled to himself: "But this time is a good opportunity for us, Orlan was pulled out, and it is impossible for that group of laymen to completely take over his business, but be quick, if we don't do it, sooner or later the whole gang will fall into the hands of those lowly mongrels, and we won't get any benefits." ”

"If you want to do it, you have to solve all the problems at once. ”

"There are not many of them, there are only about seventy people in total, and it is impossible to keep all the deals...... , and there is no backer, as long as you find some random people to make trouble in one place, attract the main force of these mongrels, it is very simple to grab things, the city guards must like a few more fat sheep that can squeeze oil, and it is not difficult to seal those shops. ”

"Is this news reliable?"

"Shavier's hard-nosed pig is now on his feet. The news came from him. The big guy said hatefully, because Sha Wei was saved by the crow, so he has always been dissatisfied with Kerrigan's plan to completely control the gang, which the big fist boss can't tolerate, so with the purpose of letting him die, he sent Sha Wei to the south to snatch new smuggling channels.

Sha Wei is Ding, a brute, with no brains, only a good strength, relying on the courage to fight and kill, he actually grabbed a piece of territory from the south.

"You won't be deceived. "He, along with you, is my right-hand man from the western countryside, and that fellow is a faithful man who is outspoken and does not know how to lie and deceive, and if it were not for the crow, I would not have been willing to calculate him." "Crane is a little frustrated, but this ruthless gangster will not cancel his thoughts because of a small emotional fluctuation," the little fox lost a vote and asked Shawei for help. It is inadvertently revealed that the crow is on his way to the south. The people I stayed with Shavi, heard the news. ”

"So, catch them all!"

Under the flickering lights, a trace of hideousness appeared on his face, "Anyway, now that the gang is strong, those mysterious dragon veins have disappeared, and no one can find him with crows, and now there is a chance under his nose." So what am I waiting for. ”

The fingers on one hand, the thumb is the most powerful and most commonly used to press dead insects, the index finger is the most flexible, which is naturally used to do all kinds of spiritual things, the middle finger is the most stable and responsible for the middle things, and the little finger is light and immovable, because they are often discarded when necessary, as for the ring finger...... They are the most terrifying group because no one knows what they are and what they are responsible for. And Chin Shovel Lani is a ring finger.

As soon as he remembered the expression on the face of that guy when he agreed to the conditions he proposed, the ring finger couldn't help but sneer in his heart, it seems that his previous worries were superfluous, and the other party was simply a group of stupid and inexperienced rookies.

Although it is true that there are special rules for such negotiations in the underground society, those are just unwritten verbal agreements, usually a helpless compromise between guilds that are balanced and hostile to each other, and if there is absolute strength, then any rules are just a few pieces of waste paper and a few empty words, which are better than a pile of shit.

Yes, at least shit can also make those who dare to trample on them hesitate with a foul smell. And in the face of absolute power, there is no rule at all!

Especially when the other party even let himself designate the venue...... They didn't seem to have thought about the possibility that they might set it up and turn it into a slaughterhouse, when in fact he had already done that.

The Blue Dream Tavern is ostensibly the largest hotel and hostel in the entire East End, but in fact, none of its guests are from outside Romante City, this is actually the entire East End, no, one of the activity bases of the entire Romandy Dark Guild, they have promised to give themselves maximum help, and when those fools are ready to start negotiating, they will immediately find that they have been targeted with more than fifty crossbows, and there are four mages on standby, and the magic circle they have launched can not only prevent anyone from using spells, but also directly turn the other party into a mouse on the mousetrap。

He was not at all worried that the idiots might not know who they were fighting against, and that they would have been a fox trapped in a trap for a long time, and if it weren't for the pretty fur that had been retained, they would have been strung into a porcupine by arrows.

In fact, few people know what Shovel is best at, because he always likes to enjoy this hobby in his special room, which is most secret.

Yes, it's a hobby.

He loved the muffled screams of his enemies under the whip, and he loved the groans of dying pain from those whose fingers had been crushed, (to be continued)

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