Chapter 129 Men Want to Fight

After confirming that the footsteps had indeed gone far away, Gong Yan glanced at Dai Lian who seemed to be in deep thought, and then he murmured to himself in a confused tone, "Why did she teach me?"

"Dissociate!" Dai Lian's eyes flashed with divine light, so sure, "Scaring the snake! She may be suspicious of us!"

Dai Lian was a little panicked when he saw these two people, but he felt that he had covered up perfectly, so there should be no big problem.

I just don't know if Yan Zi has revealed any flaws. Under the too weak light conditions, he can't know how Yan Zi behaves.

But Yan Zi is very smart, and I think she should understand it at once.

Dai Lian pinched his chin and analyzed rationally, "NPCs in this world have no idea about our identity as players. In her eyes, we are just members of a small force in the underworld... Although this is indeed the case. Under normal circumstances, our force chose to oppose the arbitration office, and she taught you these skills for free, which would undoubtedly make you suspicious in the organization. In the end, there might be some conflicts and some clues from you. But..."

"Don't worry, Yan Zi."

It can only be said that these NPCs understand people's hearts, but not players.

No matter whether it is a hook or a bait, take it all!

As for the adults... Don't say that the adults can't find it, even if the adults find it, what does it matter?

Wen Jie's precedent is in front, and the adults obviously don't care about the people in the organization going to other forces to steal skills.

What can be learned is skills.

Before, Dai Lian was a little suspicious of why the adults had such strong confidence in the members of their own organization, as if they would not defect after being in other organizations for a long time, and their ideals were naive.

After the incident with the rat man, it was discovered that the adults were not confident in the members of the organization, but in themselves.

[You don't need to sacrifice yourself. I can bear the consequences of all your choices. ]

The back is so glorious and majestic that it is unbelievable.

This breathtaking kingly charm is the source of his confidence.

"Let's go, continue, pretend they don't exist." Dai Lian cleaned up the mess and checked for gaps.

Some rats injured by Franka are still struggling a little bit. If they are ignored, they may bleed to death, but the heads are not their own, which is absolutely a waste.

[Hit the target with close range attack, combat proficiency experience +4. ]

[The battle ends and you get 3 combat experience points. ]

[You killed a plague rat, and the progress of "Side Quest-Clearing the Rat Group" is 15/100. ]

Pick up a few knives~ Hehe.

Just now, Yan Zi followed the opponent to kill a lot, and the progress is probably far behind me, so I have to catch up.

Gong Yan seemed to have just come out of the confusion of the sudden incident, "Yeah, forget about her, let's continue..."

"That's right, finish the task quickly, I still want to see Kuang Xin boxing..."

It sounds like a place where underground black boxing is not a good place to get along with. He was afraid that Kuang Xin was sold out and helped others count money...

...

"Squeak~" A group of plague rats huddled together in the dark sewer. The squirming scene was enough to scare some timid children.

The "King" disappeared...

The "King" abandoned them!

They need a new "King"!

A plague rat with shiny black fur slowly stood up, quietly standing up from the chaotic rat group, like a reef in the sea tide, unshakable...

...

In the hazy night mist, the woman made a final attempt to keep him, "Hans, you have to understand that people will not get better physically as they get older, nor will they feel that their hands and feet are more flexible... You are already old, so don't learn the reckless fighting of those young guys."

"I know, I know... I'm just going to take a look." Old Hans was a little impatient, "Isn't it that I have a few I want some money... I'll see if I can give it a try."

"Whatever you want... Anyway, you cheated me out of it, so it's better to lose it."

"What's the matter with being unscrupulous? Don't say such harsh words. You know this. Okay, I'm leaving. Go to sleep first and don't wait for me."

"I know..." The woman complained and muttered. The moment she closed the door, she crossed her arms and looked around suspiciously, "The weather is getting colder..."

After hesitating for a moment in bed, the woman fumbled to get up and lit the grease lamp on the table.

The shadow of the woman was reflected on the wall under the flickering yellow flames, and wisps of smoke floated on the shadow.

"Leave a light for him..." The woman fell asleep peacefully.

...

The underground black boxing is not underground, but in a solid concrete building.

The city has been developing and changing for many years. Some buildings that were ambitiously built outside were abandoned before they were put into use. Like human ambitions, they slowly shrank back into the city.

The harsh music of heavy metal forcefully stimulates the secretion of hormones in the human body, and the sound waves of the explosion almost rupture the eardrums.

The most primitive impact causes the most primitive stimulation, and people with boring and dull lives also need a little impact to shake their dead hearts.

They don't have the courage to step onto the battlefield, and can only find a little proof of life in the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

The old steps stepped into the dusty concrete ground, and the rotten heart was violently agitated with the heavy bass.

He tightly grasped the one hundred black water coins in his arms, as if it was a gift from God for his poor life.

Let him regain the passionate impulse of his youth again when he is old and frail.

Money makes a man bold.

I don't know why, but the moment he got the money from that kid, his body seemed to wake up at the same time.

Like the bravest warrior, his physical strength grows without limit in his body, thirsting for blood and the glory of battle.

Be a fool and challenge the windmill! Recklessness is closer to courage than cowardice!

Men want to fight!

Sliding into the lively crowd, excited hormones filled the air along with the beads of sweat. Smelling the smell of sweat, body odor, and alcohol, Old Hans' eyes became bloodshot and red with excitement.

He found a position where he could squeeze his head out, and looked at the duel taking place on the field with a pair of cloudy eyes through the huge hole in the iron net.

The two muscular men were flailing, and their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen with blood flowing freely.

The bright red liquid stimulates people's nerves, and violent desires can only be vented through younger bodies.

Men want to place a bet!

"The game has started! No betting allowed."

"Tui!" Old Hans clutched the 100 blackwater coins in his arms and spat at the opponent's back.

"Hmm...huh?" As he walked away disappointed, he glanced around, and there seemed to be a very familiar figure in front of the relatively quiet registration desk.

Is that...the big fool?