Jiang Yan caught the look of greed in this uncle's eyes.

This guy is purely an ordinary person in Jiang Yan's perception, even if he is currently underage, the other party cannot pose any threat to him.

After thinking about it, Jiang Yan felt that he didn't seem to have anything to worry about by this kind of person, he didn't have any money, he didn't look like a rich man, and the two sides didn't have any grudges, and even this was only the second time they met.

Well, the answer is not difficult to think.

Jiang Yan's little face showed a boring look, and he asked lightly, "Human traffickers?"

The gray-clothed uncle, who was about to lean over, was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then showed a disdainful smile: "Little ghost, are you quite clever? But even if you know, what can you do? This place is already far from the street, even if you shout for help, it won't attract anyone else!"

The uncle rubbed his hands and pulled out a hemp rope from his pocket: "If you don't want to endure hardships, just obediently don't move! Uncle, I see that you are a little thin and weak, and your complexion is not very good, you must not have lived well before, right? Why don't I find you a good place to go, uncle, not to mention anything else, your face is very popular in the eyes of those rich ladies, and at least you don't have to worry about food and clothing after you go...... Huh?"

The gray-clothed uncle, who was talking to himself while opening the rope and approaching Jiang Yan step by step, suddenly froze on his face.

Because, the muzzle of a black hole was aimed directly at his chest, and behind the muzzle, Jiang Yan's indifferent eyes as if he were looking at a dead man also made the gray-clothed uncle involuntarily feel a chill in his heart.

...... , pistol?!

The pure white body of the gun, the streamlined cold and hard lines, the little finger that was pulling on the trigger, and the chill that emerged from the bottom of his heart all calmed down the greedy brain.

"Uh, little brother, I have something to say, I think, this may be a misunderstanding......" The gray-clothed uncle who knew that the guns were powerful just hurriedly coaxed, mainly because Jiang Yan's eyes at this moment didn't look like a joke at all, it was completely looking at the indifferent gaze of the dead man, and there seemed to be a silvery-white cold glow flowing in it, and he could even feel substantial pressure when he looked at each other.

Being stared at with such eyes, of course an ordinary person in gray couldn't bear it, and he also realized that this little ghost was definitely not an ordinary child!

Jiang Yan saw that the other party was soft, so he secretly smiled in his heart, he just operated the spiritual power to the position of his eyes, and let his gaze be accompanied by a little bit of weak coercion from the spiritual power diffuse, which is completely nothing for the elven envoy who has professionally cultivated elven arts, but the effect on ordinary people is obvious.

Although it doesn't have any substantial lethality, it is enough to bluff ordinary people who don't have much vision.

At least, the other party was so shocked at this time that he didn't have the heart to confirm whether the 'gun' in Jiang Yan's hand was genuine.

"Misunderstanding? I don't think so. Jiang Yan didn't want to kill the other party because of this, but a small punishment was still necessary.

What's more, he found it to seem like a good opportunity to get oil and water.

"My time is very precious, uncle, I was delayed by you this time, do you know how much I wasted?!" The silver-white aura in Jiang Yan's eyes became a little more intense, he maintained the posture of raising his gun and pointing at the gray-clothed uncle, stretched out his other hand and beckoned: "So, pay a loss fee!"

"Damage, loss fee?"

"Yes, loss fee! However, seeing that you don't look like a person who is too rich, then I will be merciful, just twenty silver coins!"

It just so happens that the master is very poor now, and he is not a good person looking at this uncle, so there will be no psychological burden at all when he grabs it.

"Twenty silver coins?!" The corner of the gray-clothed uncle's eyes twitched, he was a little embarrassed, even if a free citizen of the empire only earns about five silver coins a month, this little ghost really dares to speak!

"Don't want to pay?" Jiang Yan could see at a glance that the other party was just distressed, not that he couldn't afford it.

It seems that the oppression is not enough, and it is really necessary to give some substantive lessons.

Just as Jiang Yan was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly frowned slightly and stopped what he was doing.

The next moment, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually came from the depths of the alley, and at the same time, the voice of a man with a sharp voice came.

"Old Peake, what are you doing?"

The gray-clothed uncle was taken aback when he heard this, and quickly turned his head to look at the person who came: "Uh, Mr. Mitte?!"

A tall man in a dark brown coat similar to the gray trench coat worn by old Peake walked over with shiny black leather shoes, and a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon fell on old Peake, stabbing him and making him tremble.

"The appointed time has long passed, what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mitte, I just ......" Old Peake had a panic on his face and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yan.

"Oh......?" It seemed that only then did he notice that there was such a child as Jiang Yan, Mitt swept his gaze, his gaze stopped on the small white pistol in Jiang Yan's hand for a moment, and his gaze froze.

Then, suddenly, he laughed.

"Old Peake, I don't know what the hell you were up to, but are you really confused?

"Uh, no, I ......" Old Peake hurriedly defended, but reacted sharply, "Eh, wait......! Plastic toys?"

Yes, after a few closer glances, the gray-clothed uncle found that the pistol in Jiang Yan's hand was obviously different from normal guns, first of all, its material did not seem to be metal, and there was no sign of reflection like a metal shell at all, but it looked like it was made of materials such as ceramics and plastics.

Secondly, the style doesn't seem to look like a normal pistol, at least, there is no interface for disassembling parts at all, and there are not even gaps, it's as if it was poured directly from a mold!

Where can there be such a gun? If you can't dismantle it, how can you maintain it?

"Dead little ghost, you dare to lie to me with a toy gun?!"

Jiang Yan hung up the dead fish eyes, looked at the man who directly disrupted his coercion as soon as he came, and at the same time interrupted his opportunity to extort money, grinned, and suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun in his hand and aimed it at this 'Mr. Mitter'.

"Oh...... you're very fat, little ghost, do you think I'm as stupid as old Peake?" A hideous sneer pulled out from the corner of Mitter's mouth, and after looking Jiang Yan up and down, a sudden look appeared in his eyes.

"I see, it's a good cargo, no wonder old Peake is late. ”

Jiang Yan didn't speak, but adjusted the muzzle of the gun, aimed it at Mitt's thigh, and then directly pulled the trigger.

With a slight thud, a transparent water bullet about the size of a pinky finger erupted from the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and although the flight speed of this water bomb was not as fast as that of a real gun, it was still enough to compare with a weapon such as a bow and crossbow.

"Poofha......!Old Pique, look at it, it's really just a toy water gun!" A look of laughter appeared on Mitter's face, and he laughed out loud, letting Jiang Yan's water bullet hit his thigh: "You still ...... Uh-huh, ahh——!!!h

Then, his original unbridled ridicule suddenly turned into a terrible scream in the next moment, and his whole leg fell to the ground with a limp.

A trace of pale white light smoke was ......rising from his thigh, making a frightening corrosive sound, and where it was hit by a water bullet, his black suit trouser leg had already broken a hole-sized hole, and what appeared inside was a blurred wound the size of a palm, and the red and white muscle fragments were clearly visible, and wisps of blood overflowed directly from the wound, dyeing the floor of the alley with a piercing pool of blood.

"Goohh......h......——!h

I saw that the palm of his open palm was also slowly dissolving at this moment, his skin was ulcerated, and blood was gushing!

"This, this is ......?!" Old Peake next to him looked at the miserable scene of his companion, and couldn't help but shudder, and then looked at Jiang Yan, especially the white pistol in his hand shook slightly, as if pointing at his muzzle, his leg directly fell to the ground with a soft plop.

"Indeed, this power can only be regarded as a toy gun at best. Jiang Yan shook his hand, and a sneer on his face that was the same as that of Mitt just now: "But if it hits someone, it's still no problem to use it to kill people!

"No, wait a minute, spare me......" Old Peake exclaimed in surprise when he saw that the muzzle of the gun was completely aimed at him.

However, his shouting did not last long before being interrupted.

"Gooah...... How dare you ...... little ghost, how dare you ......?!" Mitt roared as if he was about to choose someone to devour.

"Stinky little ghost!" The effect of the corrosive water bomb had reached its end at this time, and his wound finally stopped deepening, and he was able to gain respite, at this time, he raised his head suddenly, looked at Jiang Yan viciously, and shouted: "Give me ——!!! death, Pat!!"

Whew——!!!

A beast roar as sharp as Mitt's voice sounded, and then, I saw a faint layer of light green Lingzi light dust appearing on Mitt lying on the ground, which quickly converged in front of him, turning into a black wolf beast the size of an ordinary wolf dog.

"Sure enough, is there a contract elf?" Jiang Yan looked at this scene, but he didn't have much surprise, because as early as the moment he first took a look, he had already noticed that there were traces of spiritual power fluctuations belonging to the elves on this Mitte's body.

However, Jiang Yan didn't care too much, because the feeling that this elf gave him was too weak.

Sure enough, after really seeing the real thing, Jiang Yan was convinced, whether it was its characteristics or the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from its body, it told Jiang Yan that this Mit's contract spirit was just a "mortal-level" miscellaneous fish that was not even at the "soldier level".

Well, the rank is the same as his family's little slime, and they are all mortal-level miscellaneous fish elves.

"Moreover, there is no sign of cultivating elven arts, and the spiritual power on your body basically belongs to that little black wolf? It seems that you are just a layman who used elf eggs to make a blood pact with elves?" Jiang Yan smiled indifferently when he glanced at Mitt, who was paralyzed on the ground, and saw that the wound caused by the corroded water bomb on his body had gradually stopped bleeding on its own, and there was a faint layer of pale green aura circulating in the depths of the wound, Jiang Yan smiled indifferently.

This kind of layman who doesn't even know the systematic use of spiritual power, even if he is given a soldier-level elf, Jiang Yan has the confidence to defeat without injury.

"Don't look down on people, little ghost!" Mitt was stimulated by Jiang Yan's contemptuous eyes, and his anger multiplied, and he roared and ordered his little black wolf: "Pat, tear this stinky imp to pieces for me! Even if you use him as a ration, it doesn't matter, I want this stinky little devil to die in endless pain!!"

The original plan to catch Jiang Yan and use it to make money was all left behind by Mitt at this moment, and now he just wants to take revenge on the little ghost who let him taste this unprecedented pain.

"Woo!!" the little black wolf roared excitedly when he heard this, and then lowered his body, staring at Jiang Yan with a pair of dark green wolf eyes.

The next moment, the little black wolf's legs suddenly kicked, and the wolf's body flew out instantly.

Jiang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, his hand shook, and the muzzle of the gun shook and pulled the trigger at the same time.

Knock——! another finger-sized transparent water bullet shot out from the muzzle of the gun, whistling towards the little black wolf running towards him.

With a snap, the little black wolf stepped on it, stepping on the cement floor with a little crack, and then the wolf's body shook extremely sensitively.

The water bomb hit the little black wolf, but unfortunately it was just an afterimage, the real one had already dodged a few meters away, so that this water bomb just corroded the concrete floor into a shallow pit, the power looked terrifying, but in fact it had no results.

At this time, Mitt on the ground laughed and mocked Jiang Yan: "Hahaha! Die, little ghost, my Pat's speed can't be locked even if an experienced old hunter holds a shotgun, just with your water gun, don't even think about touching a single hair of my Pat!"

There was a snapping sound.

As if to verify Mitter's words, or deliberately put pressure on Jiang Yan, the little black wolf jumped on all fours, stepping on one crisp sound after another, jumping back and forth on the ground and the walls on both sides of the alley, snatching out afterimages that ordinary people couldn't see at all.

Moreover, these afterimages surround Jiang Yan's surroundings, and they are gradually compressing the range inward, forcing Jiang Yan up.

Hiss...... A piercing tearing sound sounded from time to time, and on the ground and walls of the alley, deep scratches appeared one after another on the cement surface, and stone chips flew one after another, invisibly showing off the sharpness of the little black wolf's claws.

If ordinary people are caught like this, I'm afraid they will immediately break their stomachs and wear them.

After firing a few more shots and still missing, Jiang Yan watched this scene quietly, not making superfluous movements.

"Little ghost, aren't you desperate? Even if you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, don't want to make Lao Tzu's heart soft!"

Mitt didn't notice that Jiang Yan's eyes were very calm now, and in those dark eyes, there was a faint silver brilliance flowing under his eyes, and his eyes had been swaying slightly up and down, left and right, as if he was firmly pursuing something.

"Okay!" Although he didn't know what Jiang Yan was thinking at the moment, the calm expression on Jiang Yan's face could still be seen, and he didn't see the despair he wanted, which made him lose the patience to continue playing: "Tear him apart, Pat!!"

"Whew——!!"

In the next moment, a black shadow carrying a vicious wind accompanied by a fishy aura slammed into Jiang Yan's emaciated back!