When the soul had just crossed into another world, Renault had also dreamed of personally participating in "certain face slaps that the people would love to see", such as being provoked by gangsters on the street for no reason, and then he got angry and slapped his face with strength.

However, after spending some time in this world, he discovered that this is simply a dream.

There is no other reason. Little gangsters are actually the kind of creatures who are good at watching dishes. They often come into contact with the three schools and the nine people. They have a very vicious vision. They know who is good to bully and who can't provoke. They know better than anyone.

Because they just make a living by "bullying people", looking at people is the most basic quality, they don’t look at people’s idiots, and they can say goodbye to this business, otherwise one day they accidentally provoke people who shouldn’t be provoke, how? do?

It's a small matter to kill yourself, if you get tired of the gang, it will be a big trouble.

Brainless gangs?

nonexistent!

Therefore, Renault wanted to bully the punks, expecting them to deliberately pick things up, which is purely delusional.

He can only satisfy his long-held wish if he takes the initiative to take the initiative and toss the punks.

This kind of thing is obviously different from the stories he saw in some novels in his previous life.

In this regard, Renault can only sigh, hey, the novel has mistaken me...

The same fallacy also exists in the rumors of "heroes saving the beauty".

For example, if a beautiful woman is bullied by a bully, the protagonist rises up and shows off his power, and the bully succeeds in winning a lunch box. Then the beautiful woman agrees with her body and the protagonist agrees with her kidney.

After coming to another world, after understanding on the ground, Renault suddenly discovered: fake, Quante is fake.

The only people who will be molested by bullies are the rustic village girls, but they are not in touch with "beauty" from head to toe. This is easy to understand. Beauty is all dressed up. Where can the village girls have leisure, Have money to dress up?

Beautiful women do exist, and the ladies of the noble family are of good quality, but the question is, do bullies have the opportunity to bully them?

Please, they all take professional thugs when they go out, and it is considered that they are kind-hearted not to bully the bullies.

Still the same sentence, hey, the novel has mistaken me so much...

The camera turned back to the "violent face-slap scene". When Renault sincerely invited this little **** to eat sweets, no, eat phlegm, the first reaction of this full-faced man was unexpectedly wide-eyed. It is incredible.

It can be seen that the mafia leader wanted to question: sir, are you serious?

But he didn't have the guts to ask. From the actions of the island guards staring at the thick phlegm, he had confirmed that Renault's words were so real that they couldn't be more real.

The mafia leader who had suffered a misfortune, crouched pitifully, looked up at Renault, his eyes showed obvious pleading, hoping that Renault would let him go.

But he was disappointed to find that Renault's expression remained unchanged.

What made him feel very uncomfortable is that the expressions of the guards of the island have obviously become a little uncomfortable, and several of the players can't help but take a step forward, and they also clenched their weapons.

The mafia leader's lips trembled and his face became extremely ugly, but he was not stupid enough to ask why.

How can there be a why?

Does a nobleman want to bully a commoner, need a reason?

No need!

Which mafia wants to bully a poor man? Need a reason?

No need either!

If Renault did not intervene, everyone in the room would know how miserable the girl would end up.

Being sold as a slave girl may have a better ending.

There is a high probability that she will be sold to the chicken farm. This is also the worst ending, because once she becomes a chicken girl, what is waiting for her will be to receive guests day and night until the last drop of bone marrow is drained by the chicken farm owner.

In the “work”, her safety cannot be guaranteed. In all likelihood, she will contract a disease, and eventually lose her ability to “work”, she will be driven out mercilessly, and she will die tragically in a corner of no one.

In a world where the strong are respected and the concept of the rule of law is extremely weak, I am very sorry that the reality is so cruel.

In fact, even the mafia leader himself did not think that Renault's behavior was excessive. He did some things that he did more than Renault. He just felt that he was too unlucky and was stared at by a nobleman. On it.

In just a few seconds, the mafia leader performed a perfect face change, his face turned white and red, red and green.

Then he succumbed.

Between "rebelling against the will of a nobleman and then being beaten up" and "kneeling and licking the stain", the mafia leader decisively chose the latter.

To some extent, the Mafia is the group of people who are most adaptable to this chaotic environment. They can bend and stretch. They are arrogant when they should be arrogant, and low-key when they should be low-key, and their ability to adapt to the rules is amazing.

The mafia leader bent his knees tremblingly, knelt to the ground, his upper body lying on the ground, his head close to the pool of thick sputum, closed his eyes, and licked hard.

"Huh...huh..."

The street was very quiet. There were more than 100 people watching the "phlegm eating" scene, but no one made a sound, only the sound of licking echoed on the road.

Ten seconds later, the mafia leader licked the last mouthful of sputum with difficulty, raised his head with a wrinkled face, and looked at Renault with an imploring expression.

At this moment, he thought his suffering was over.

However, he only heard a cold voice:

"You haven't licked it clean yet!"

The mafia leader lowered his head and glanced at the foul-smelling smudge. He suddenly realized that the real meaning of this terrible demon was to lick all the smudges, not just phlegm.

He knelt and sat on the muddy ground feebly, wanting to curse loudly, and even more angered to resist, but in the end, he closed his eyes in resignation, bent down again, and licked hard.

Like a dog.

Three minutes later, the Mafia leader finally reached his limit. He supported his body with his left hand and covered his mouth with his right hand. He retched in extreme pain, tears and nasal mucus flowed down, and his lower abdomen twitched violently.

Renault sighed softly, the voice heard in the ears of the Mafia leader, like a reminder, he hurriedly went down again, intending to lick the stain.

But just as he opened his mouth, the vomit spit out violently, and an extremely unpleasant sour smell filled him.

The mafia leader only felt abnormally uncomfortable in his stomach, and his heart was also cold. He suddenly realized that he might never lick this smudge...

Renault covered his nose, took a few steps back quickly, and suddenly waved his right hand, a breeze was born out of thin air, completely pushing away the foul breath.

This breeze also made the surrounding poor people understand what, more than a hundred pairs of eyes full of awe and awe, all transferred to Renault.

At this time, the mafia leader seemed to have a premonition. He straightened up quickly and begged frantically:

"My benevolent lord, please give me a little more time, I will lick it clean..."

Renault turned a deaf ear. He took out a brand new Kinner from his pocket and flicked his index finger.

"Om..."

With a light tremor, Kinnar rolled and flew towards the Mafia leader, tracing an arc in the air, and accurately fell into the jacket pocket of the Mafia leader.

Then Renault took a step forward, suddenly stretched out his right finger to the mafia leader, and sternly shouted:

"Grum, this scum dared to steal Lord Kinnar and kill him for me!"

"Yes!"

Gurum responded loudly, raised the magic crossbow without hesitation, and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Om..."

The metal wire crossbow string trembled low, and a crossbow arrow came out of the string, and it fell into the right eye of the Mafia leader with extreme accuracy. The sharp and hard arrow cluster broke through his skull and penetrated from the back of his head.

The top of the arrow cluster was stained with a lot of white floral viscous liquid.

The mafia leader rolled to the ground straight and let out a muffled noise.

Everyone around was silent.