Leon was looking down at the embarrassed bikini, and a heavy shadow was enveloping him, it was a large man two meters high, and the horizontal width had reached one and a half meters. Leon didn't move, and the guy didn't look at Leon, who was huddled in black, picked up the bikini spread on the ground, and pressed him to the wall with one hand, and the shiny leather toe of the bikini was half a meter above the ground.

"Look at your sex that is neither male nor female, quack quack......" The voice of the "little Roshan" was peculiar, it seemed that his throat and eyes were full of metal, and after speaking, the big fist beckoned to the stomach of the bikini, only to hear a dull knocking sound, and the six or seven people behind the big man began to applaud loudly, and all kinds of high and low harmonic ridicule and curse accompanied by the sound of fists, so that the narrow street was immediately filled with blood.

This kind of beating drama was staged every day in the Holy Miracle Square, and it didn't take long for dozens of mercenaries to gather around to watch the excitement, many of them had a good relationship with bikinis, but after seeing a few people from the five-star union, no one squeaked.

No one dares to offend the people of the Five-Star Guild, especially the tall Roshan, whose nickname is "Blacksmith Shop", regardless of the level of combat power, the most important thing is that he is the "Black Star", and he is the arbiter who can decide whether the mercenaries on Chapel Hill are qualified to go to the Five-Star Guild for a level evaluation. The annual rating review is just around the corner, and who would offend the auditors sent by the five-star union at this critical time?

Leon understood the general situation from the whispers of the crowd around him, and his face hidden in his pocket couldn't help but sink, this time the bikini didn't seem to do anything excessive, or rather, he offended the guys in the process of collecting money for the boulder. A few big men took a lot of special metals from Qilan's shop three days ago, and at that time they used the five-star union badge to make a credit guarantee, but now they don't admit it.

The mercenaries directly under the Five-Star Trade Union never bring money when they go out.

"Oh, you see this guy has a tattoo on his head......" A person behind the blacksmith suddenly screamed, the bikini remained silent, and the sweat of pain washed away the thick powder on his face, revealing the "X" on his forehead

"I heard that it was a noble imp...... Hahaha...... "Another said,

"Has he taken a fancy to you? Lately, the tastes of the nobles have been more peculiar," said another man energetically,

"Let me see what's special about you, quack quack...... "The blacksmith who was beating the bikini slammed his fist out, ripped off the bikini top, and the pink striped garment was torn in half and flew into the air. Seeing his big slap grabbing at the pants of the bikini again,

"Stop......" A lazy voice sounded, not loud, but very penetrating, accompanied by a faint sigh.

"Huh?" The big man's hand stopped in mid-air, like a golden-capped dolphin that had been taken away from the meat in front of him, and a pair of small eyes suddenly stared fiercely,

"Which cockroach is ruining the fun!" he asked in a low voice, and the surroundings immediately became quiet, and the mercenaries who were muttering quietly stopped,

"You've stepped on my clothes," Leon tugged at the horns of his cloak, "sinking like a dead pig......," he muttered, pulling the little piece of clothing that had stepped under the heel of the smithy outward,

"Hmph, I'm tired of life" The blacksmith snorted coldly, he heard the muttering, in fact, not only he heard it, but dozens of people around him, which meant that the person who muttered was dead.

The bikini was no longer the focus of the blacksmith's "care", he fell to the ground like a broken pocket after the big hand that grabbed him loosened, the pain of the broken ribs caused a burst of fainting, but he still managed to open his eyes and see the man who saved him, in fact, when he heard the lazy voice, he already knew who it was, and the voice really impressed him.

The blacksmith had already turned his huge body around, and in the face of the boy who was a head and a half shorter than himself, he stepped on the other foot as well, and the sole of his foot tore off a large piece of Leon's cloak as if it had a guillotine.

"Alas......" Leon snorted, crouched down as if distressed, picked up the large piece of cracked skin, shook the ash on it, and lowered his head, his face still hidden in his deep pocket.

The blacksmith had obviously not encountered such a situation, and he was so angry that this shocking kick had not achieved any effect, and the scene he had imagined of kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy before stomping on the other person's face did not appear at all.

"Fuck you!" the blacksmith shop no longer had the patience to direct anything, his big foot kicked directly at Leon, don't look at his large size, but he is very agile in action, that kick is extremely tricky, at an angle that everyone can't see, a sharp blade has been ejected, he is confident that he will kick this blind guy to the ground. This is also the origin of the nickname of the blacksmith's shop, his body is covered with metal, and sharp blades can pop out of every joint at any time, and the one who chopped Leon's cloak just now is of course the blade under his feet.

Only this time, the blacksmith's foot kicked in the air, and he only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the guy who was still concentrating on shaking his skin a moment ago actually retreated half a meter out of thin air, which made his big body lose balance and almost fall to his knees.

The people behind the blacksmith shop suddenly clamoured,

"Damn, the boss wants to kick you, and you dare to hide!" several people scolded and quickly surrounded Leon.

Leon slowly raised his head, he also felt depressed, why do these blind guys always want to attack his little brother?

"You tore my clothes, kicked people and didn't let you hide, what is the reason" Leon said slowly, even with a smile on his face. At this moment, someone in the crowd already recognized him, and suddenly there was a buzz of discussion, and in Chapel Hill, Leon's face represented the existence of a class.

The person who had a mouth immediately reported the identity of the young man to a few guys from the Five Star Guild, and a moment later, the blacksmith shop with red eyes also got the news. However, Leon's identity is obviously not in his eyes, and the nobles are nothing remarkable, the power of the Five Star Guild is getting bigger and bigger, and even the nobles in the upper city have to give a little bit of thin face, not to mention the little kid from Gael.

"No one will see you die here," the blacksmith smirked, and more spikes erupted around him, "especially after you've turned into a puddle of minced meat," he said, his fists already waving, and his mouth shouting to his men, "Clear the field!"

So there were two mercenaries from the five-star guild who left the encirclement and attacked all around, the crowd was suddenly chaotic, the people in the front row fled backwards, but the people in the back rushed forward for some reason, among them there were civilians who joined in the fun to watch the show, and at this time the intestines of regret were blue, but they couldn't escape the light slap of the mercenaries, and many people fell down in a wolf crying ghost.

"Hey, don't fucking go too far!" Leon shouted as he dodged the blacksmith's fist, the wind phantom in the crack of his bones unfurling two scimitars and thudding through the blacksmith's heavy, spiky arms.

"What's the excesses! Isn't it just garbage that can't kill a few pieces of!" the blacksmith shop was completely out of anger after the three fists missed, and as soon as he glanced at it, the four big men around him all threw out their weapons and rushed up.

In the shining light and shadow of metal, Leon's right scimitar turned into a chain and rolled out with a clatter, and the piece of skin that he had carefully dusted off a moment ago had turned into small pieces of fine pieces, and flew up with the chains, shooting like sharp hidden weapons towards several big men with teeth and claws.

"Grass, this kid is playing yin!" cried out one of them, who had half of his ear cut off by a piece of skin, and retreated back with his bleeding head in his hands, while the other three continued to attack Leon, despite the cuts on his face.

There were a few more screams from the crowd, and Leon's face became even more ugly,

"I said don't go too far...... his fingertips began to emit black mist, just a little mist leaning on the broken skin piece, but now he can't care about hiding his strength, if it drags on, these madmen will kill more people.

In the eyes of the blacksmith, the chain was like a soft whip that bloomed, but when the black whip met the opponent, it would leave a black shadow, and the next moment the black shadow would swim away, and the blood cut through the skin would flow like an infusion.

A minute later, the four people surrounding Leon were already covered in blood, and the scars of the blacksmith shop were even more peculiar, leaving a dense diamond-shaped lattice like cutting a pineapple in the gap without spikes, deep in the bone marrow, and he had an expression of disbelief, frozen there, and could no longer let out cruel words in pain.

The two men who rushed into the crowd finally noticed the anomaly and rushed back. One of them, a tall and thin fellow, who was obviously more agile than the others, saw the miserable condition of several people, and even shouted shamelessly:

"Yves Saint Laurent's stinky, kill people here! Get out of here and save people!"

Leon sighed again, and a white air stream as thin as a hair shot silently, and the next moment, a blood spot suddenly appeared in the guy's throat, which gradually expanded, and exploded two seconds later. He couldn't shout anymore.

The other person saw Huo Ran's thin man who fell to the ground, and he was immediately frightened, and he scolded fiercely a moment ago, but then he shouted miserably while running:

"Help......" As soon as the wail started, a few gravels bounced up under his feet, shattering his knees, and he suddenly pounced on a vicious dog, choked on the ground, and fainted directly.

The battle ended abruptly, the crowd was still chaotic, and the wounded mercenaries were fleeing backwards, and several civilians were lying quietly on the ground, they were already dead.