Chapter 74 is powerless

Lower Town, Underground Street, Sunset Bar.

"The day before yesterday, you really should go and see, it is called a crowd of people... Especially when the second prince appeared, the voice, I can't help but follow the two voices - hey, boy! Look at the road!"

A 10-year-old boy with a bag full of potatoes squeezed his face from the fat and wicked Edmond.

Edmund snorted and turned around to continue to play with the food on the plate: "Hey, you don't know, the new prince is called Tells, the same name as the little black guy who used to pick up things." Boy, what are you going back to, what is the prince's next thing? Keep going to work!"

"I heard that the heart of Kessel wants to take his life and go to Exeter. - Today the market is full of people talking about this matter. Everyone is filled with indignation, saying that the lords of the stars are all waste. I can't protect the country, the royal family has sacrificed too much for the stars... I oh, you don't know the royal family of the madman, when I was twelve years ago, I was in front of the palace..."

In front of Edmund, a young girl in tight trousers and sleeveless jacket, bored with her short brown hair, squatting at the delivery window between the front desk and the kitchen, a look of innocence.

I saw this cool, brown-haired girl, twitching her face and gnashing her teeth:

"I said, before you put it into pieces - do you want to give me the steak!"

Edmund looked up and looked angry.

He looked at the bartender of the sunset bar, Yarra Sariton, and pushed the steak on his hand.

Yara turned and handed the steak to the timid little girl with a scar on her face outside the front desk.

Behind Edmund snorted: "What attitude! Just want to talk to you for a little day... Guide you to let you forget the golden skin of the golden hair..."

Ya La slammed his eyes, and the delicate face stretched like the pen tube, turned his head and replied in a bad voice:

"Dead fat! You have to take this thing out and say it - I will give your dream lover..."

"Hey!" Fat cook, Edmonton, his face changed dramatically, raised his chubby hand and took two shots on the meal window:

"If you don't agree, you have to turn your face? I just care about the love process of a lovely prostitute. You know, the two people most importantly have a common language, if a gangster is mixed with a police officer..."

Unbearable, Yara slammed a fist on the bar!

"Everyone is listening!"

Yara screamed loudly and attracted all the eyes of the alcoholic:

"My 41-year-old is still single, the chef of the sunset bar, Edmund Scolchi, the favorite woman in this life is..."

At that moment, Edmund took the same breath as the pet cat, and took a breath!

Before Yala broke the name, the fat cook roared with the greatest strength of his life:

"stop--!"

Yara closed her mouth and looked at him with a sullen look.

She disdains: "Single dog, coward, unrequited love."

Edmund squinted at his niece and said:

"That... the potatoes are gone, I am going to buy them..."

He also smashed Sinti, who was full of a bag of potatoes. He looked at Edmund and escaped from his kitchen.

Potatoes... no more? Then I am squatting...

At this time, a boy with a cloth wrapped in his right hand stumbled and ran in with a panic!

"He - they - they are coming!"

Ryan stunned his face, his bruised head, and slammed into the bar.

This poor child was clasped by the surprised Xinti.

Yala's face sank and she put down the rag in her hand.

Collia, who had just returned from the meal, looked up at the gate and couldn’t help but start to tremble.

With a pale face, she looked at a dozen of fiercely black and powerful figures, and unceremoniously pushed away the alcoholic people on the road and walked slowly into the bar.

The noisy bar suddenly calmed down.

"Go to the kitchen."

Yara stretched her hand to the side of her leg and calmly said to the three children.

But in those dozens of people, out of the two black-handed thugs, they looked bad, and they stopped at the bar to the door of the kitchen.

The three nephews shrank and hid back to Yala’s side.

"What do you mean by this!"

Yara asked angrily: "This is the 'Sunset Bar'! It's not a black street - Morris dare not scatter here!"

But these group of thugs were unmoved, but they walked to the corners of the bar indifferently, as if they were standing.

One look is the hard-boiled fortune of the hard-handed, and a single-sided axe is smashed from behind.

Under the guise of a few alcoholic people, he looked cold and single-handedly picked up the axe.

Cut to a wine table.

"Boom!"

Great strength, split the wine table in half and fly out!

Many alcoholic people held their heads in panic and resisted the flying debris.

The resolute axe turned his head coldly and sang to the rest of the bar:

"Brothers will do things, roll."

The alcoholic people in the bar recognized the identity of these people and who they belong to.

‘Thunder Axe’ Osho, one of the thirteen major ambassadors of the Brotherhood.

It is the group of "hard ideas" responsible for transnational smuggling of arms.

A slap in the air, many people did not hesitate to get up and escape from the bar.

Just at this time!

A silver electric light, flying toward Oswego very quickly!

It was a singular flying knife.

The sunset bar is famous - the wolf leg knife!

Osho’s face changed, and his axe blade flew, and he flew the knife in time.

"Ding!"

But Ossu was shocked!

He was shocked to find that the knife on the handle, with a bit of weird power, shook the conduction to his hand.

Let him be involuntarily stiff.

Ossie gnashed his teeth against the shock: What is this?

A faster figure, already holding another knife, from the bar, to his speed attack!

Kill the knife!

Go straight to the throat!

Still in the stiff Osho, his eyes narrowed.

He can't avoid it.

But the flesh and blood that was expected in the past did not come.

Yala bit his teeth, incredulously, looking at the knife that he should have cut into Oschu's throat, and was shackled in the hands of a pair of iron gloves.

The owner of the iron gloves is a middle-aged man with a knives.

He stood on the side of Yala, and when he was in the midst of a thousand miles, he caught the Sayreton’s instant knife!

"I still remember that as a Sayton who gave up his career as a family, you are just a useless class." The middle-aged man in the knife is indifferent: "If it is not an 'curving knife,' you are here to make a bartender. There are no opportunities - the Brotherhood will not collect garbage."

"But from the strange vibration on your knife - you actually become a super-level master without knowing it," the middle-aged man released his knife and snorted: "It seems that the Red Square Street Killing and fighting will take you a step further – and sure enough, people in the Saarton family can only improve their skills in the blood.”

Yara stepped back with a sullen look, biting her teeth and looking at the enemy in front of her eyes.

Hell.

After Hongfang Street, she clearly has made such great progress.

She reached the super-order, and also mastered the "shock" - but why, this guy can withstand her instant knife!

The remaining alcoholic whispers and whispered away, one of them was full of doubts, wanted to theoretically, and was immediately taken away by a nearby alcoholic.

They recognized the middle-aged man with a slap in the face.

That was the smuggling of the arms of the Six Giants of the Brotherhood, second only to the "Innocent Boxing".

"Iron Heart" Shanda Lada.

It is also the father of Quaid Rhoda, who is secretly biting his heart.

The alcoholic did not hesitate and immediately ran away.

"It doesn't have to be strange why I can hold your knife - there is never a need for battle. The so-called super-level division is just a statement."

Because of the knives, Roda, who was full of scorn, snorted and couldn’t see Yala.

Ossu looked at Yala with a sullen look and put the axe blade back on his back to open a seat for Rodara.

"Because of various factors, it is clearly the battle of the same level, but there is a one-sided crushing, or different levels of fighting, but it is quite equal - this is too normal."

The slashing Rhoda, sitting casually on the seat, crossed his hands and looked at the female bartender who was facing the enemy.

"When I was young, I even saw a swordman who was only super-ordered. In the disparity of strength, it is almost impossible to have a winning battle..."

"...killed two polar experts."

what?

Ya La’s pupils shrank.

Rhoda looked at the horrified Yara and smiled and said: "That is the battle of fame for the people I admire most. - In the face of such encirclement, such an enemy, I thought I was going to die there..."

"Until he raised his sword."

"So, I never believe in any absolute division of power ever after - even the best players can be slaughtered like pigs..."

Rhoda leaned forward and showed a deep and serious look on her face:

"Then my son of waste, was killed by a few nephews, what is impossible?"

Yara's eyebrows wrinkled, showing a surprised expression and looking at Roda.

he.

He really came...

The three children behind her have shrunk even more.

Yala unconsciously straddles one step, blocks three children, and raises the knife in his hand.

"Now, are you sure you want to get a knife in front of me, little girl."

Rhoda exhaled and smiled slyly.

The night of the female bartender, who passed through Osho and the dozen or so strong men around.

She knows that this is an elite team dedicated to arms smuggling in the Brotherhood.

She can't beat her.

Yala bite her teeth and put the wolf-legged knife on her right hand on the table on one side.

hateful.

How to do?

“So, is this the prototype of the ‘recurve knife’?”

The middle-aged man with a knife looks at the weird arc of the wolf-legged knife. With the iron glove of his right hand, he rubbed the four rings on his left hand and slowly swallowed: "The legendary killer of the Brotherhood, because of the creativity of a little girl like you. I changed my weapon and even changed my nickname in just a few years - it’s rare."

"I call it a 'wolf leg knife'." Yara was cold and cold, looking like a guest.

"What's the relationship? It's no use for the name of the weapon to be louder," Roda said lightly. "The key is to use it. This knife can only cut the meat in your hand, but in the 'reamer' In the hands of 'they, it can break through the heavy guards and kill the last Duke of the flower kingdom."

Ya pulled her eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her eyes.

"Say business," Yara said coldly: "The old guy doesn't like people to bother with business."

The terrible existence in the Big Six of the Brotherhood, Shandala Roda snorted: "Do you think that you can scare me with the 'recurve knife'?"

Yala did not answer.

But her heart is a glimpse.

The other party is prepared.

"You know, I don't usually care about my son - a kind of ** born, I don't know if it is mine."

"Not to mention, he is still a waste." Roda snorted.

"So I don't care much about his life and death," Rhoda looked up and moved her neck joints: "But since he followed my last name - he still does things in the fraternity."

"Then I can't stand it. Someone used his life to challenge my authority."

In the words of Rhoda, the haze was revealed.

"It can't be tolerated. A person who has carried the blood debt of Roda's family has not been punished as he should."

Yala frowned.

She looked around again.

How to do?

When will Edmund come back?

Old guy?

"Tracing here, it took me some time." Rhoda faintly said.

"I broke a dozen or so children before I knew that the four nephews who had never been found - the most suspected murderers, might be hiding in the sunset bar."

Roda’s eyes turned to three children.

Collea suddenly burst into tears.

Yala bit her teeth, remembering the words of Tyres, stepping forward and whispering:

"The three of them have nothing to do with the death of your son! There is a missing boy, he is the real murderer to kill Quaid!"

Roda haha ​​laughed, and the knife on his face trembled: "I know - this is also the case with the broken hand. Is Tyres? Is it a name with the new prince... The problem is coming, Where did he go?"

Yara took a deep breath and forced herself to forget the night of Hongfang Street: "You should not ask me."

Roda narrowed his eyes: "Why do you protect these three escaped nephews so tightly? The sunset bar really needs three nephews that don't even move on the plate to work?"

"This is my business." Yalah licked her lips.

Unexpectedly, Rhoda raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Also."

In the doubts of Yala, I saw that Sandara Rhoda did not care to lean back and waved to the men:

"So, I guess you shouldn't mind..."

"Give me the guys who escaped?"

Yala still did not respond, and Roda’s men did not hesitate to go forward.

In the cries and kicks of the three children, the thugs separated them coldly and savagely on their shoulders.

"Yalah's sister--" Celia was crying and was stunned by a beater.

And Sinti was kicked back in the arm and was stuffy in the pain.

Ryan just shivered and let him beat himself.

Ya La screamed: "You -"

The emotional female bartender jerked out the knife on the table!

During the transformation of the figure, at the beginning of the Red Square Street, the bald slasher who surrendered to the beggar, and resolutely shot.

Target Roda!

But her knife was not over a foot, and she saw that Roda was in shape and her arms were comfortable.

Iron gloves again steadily pinch her knife!

Like the Mamba snake was taken to the point, the shape of Yala Xunjie suddenly stagnate!

Yara stunned and looked at Roda, who was indifferent, only to think that the knife in her hand was like a boulder, and she had to hold it all her hand before she could get rid of it.

At this moment, the female bartender's face is ugly.

impossible.

With speed and exquisite, dexterous knives, he was also taken by him...

"Don't force me, little girl," Rhoda said faintly: "The same is super-order, but when it comes to fighting, I have a hundred ways to put you down without difficulty."

Yara looked incredulously, and the wolf-legged knife in his hand was pinched by Rhoda!

The iron gloves are loose, and the deformed wolf-leg knife is released.

But then an axe blade, stopped in front of Yala throat.

"This time," Ossie’s eyes were arrogant: "You have no chance."

Yala bit her lip and looked at the enemies surrounded by faint encirclement.

“This is the sunset bar!”

"You are the authority to challenge the old guy!"

Rhoda stood up coldly.

"Listen, little girl," he said with anger and hatred in his eyes: "I respect your surname and respect the owner of this bar. This is why I didn't move you a cold hair. I have released it. The greatest friendship and goodwill, as well as respect for the 'reversing machete'."

Yara is not willing to look up: "But you can't-"

But Roda growled and interrupted her!

"The nonsense is enough!"

Ya pulled a second.

I saw Luo Da Da, who was full of face, walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly: "You thought I didn't know, are you related to the death of my son?"

"Hundreds of people have seen him come to your bar and you have lost one hand."

He knows?

Under tremendous pressure, Yala's breathing accelerated.

"How was he calculated? I don't care at all. As for who killed him, Tyres is still Taylor, I don't care," Rhoda exhaled and sneered. "I only plan to follow him." The people involved in the death are all disposed of... It is enough to let people see the means of Rhoda."

The struggle and kicking of the three children continues, but it has gradually become weak.

Rhoda's face was twitching and horrified: "So, I am very tolerant of you, little girl, you should go see the Nal Rick!"

"For him, Lanser said that he did a good job."

Yala’s heart was shocked.

Rick?

"So, look at the face of old friends," Rhoda finished his clothes, revealing a sly smile:

"I just dug one of his eyes and abolished him."

Rhoda's tone is indifferent.

"Reassured, I am not a murderer, nor a sadist."

"It's just some authority to maintain."

Yara hangs her head and her heart is full of bitterness.

How to do?

I have nothing to do.

If you are here, smart little devil.

What would you do?

"Continue to do business, I will compensate for the loss here."

Roda turned around unconsciously, crossed the messy bar and walked out the door.

"Say me to say hello to the ‘anti-curved knife’.”

Oschu looked at the tables and chairs on the ground and left a purse without hesitation.

"You are very powerful," Ray Axe said coldly. "But I will be stronger than you."

A group of people are far away.

Yara stared at their backs.

Only left in the air, the three children cried and struggled.

Yara squeezed her fist and looked at the wolf's knife in her hand.

Her face is struggling.

The hand of the knife began to tremble.

The children's voice gradually went away and became smaller until they disappeared.

Yara lowered her head deeply.

"When it is!"

The wolf's leg knife fell weakly.

The female bartender at the Sunset Bar has a soft knee.

She stumbled into the mess of the land.

"Yala Sariton."

The bartender trembled, unable to speak to himself.

"You are really bad."

Yara closed her eyes tightly.

She almost bites the teeth in her mouth.

A few drops of tears slipped from her cheeks.

Sorry.

Sorry, little devil.

Tears of water fell on the ground.

I didn't...

could not……

Protect them...

(End of this chapter)