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Grass!

Song You widened his eyes and tried to pull Shen Bei back by force, but he couldn't reach him.

He could have stood up and knocked Shen Bei to the ground, then asked the bartender to throw Shen Bei out of the bar.

但他不敢动.

I’m afraid that Momosan will deepen the misunderstanding.

After all, I'm not really familiar with Shen Bei.

Moreover, who Momosang is may not be important, and Shen Bei does not need to know too much.

But Baba Tu's reputation...

But for Song You, who had been to many shelters, that was absolutely a familiar story.

If we say that the Spider Queen is the top combat force in this world, she is in the first echelon.

Then, there is a place for Babatu in the second echelon!

Can't afford it!

I'm afraid even You Wuchang would have to think twice, let alone an ordinary person like Shen Bei.

But it's no use saying anything now.

Song You believed that a little bit of alcohol would make Shen Bei so crazy and lawless.

"You have very bad drinking habits!" Song You commented on Shen Bei.

Song You looked annoyed.

Suddenly I remembered that Shen Bei mentioned someone, that was Rock.

He stood up instantly, rushed out of the bar door in a few steps, and ran towards the upper level of the shelter.

At this moment.

Shen Bei roughly pushed away the drunken customers and women running around in the bar.

He walked towards Momosang's wine table. There were five of them in total, wearing black military uniforms, and they pointed at Shen Bei and talked and laughed from time to time.

"I said……"

Shen Bei spoke vaguely, his breath full of alcohol: "How about buying me a drink?"

Momosan smiled coldly: “Unless you clean your ass.”

As soon as he said this, his accomplices burst into laughter.

Momosan smiled and threw a crystal core into the hands of the little girl selling potato cakes: "Otherwise, I would give it to a prostitute instead of you."

The little girl blinked her eyes, looked at Momosang with a playful expression, then turned to look at Shen Bei with her eyes flashing.

Shen Bei looked down at Momosan with his eyes half-closed. He suddenly kicked over the wine table, causing the wine and glasses to spill all over the floor. The corner of the table hit Momosan's soft belly.

"I wanted you to buy me a drink as an apology, but you didn't know how to appreciate it."

The overturned table broke into several pieces, and wine glasses and bottles fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces, and glass fragments flew everywhere like sparks.

There is a price to pay for provocation!

Shen Bei's sudden rise was like a flame lighting a fuse. Almost at the moment when the high-legged table hit Momosang's stomach, the man closest to Shen Bei suddenly raised his right foot and kicked Shen Bei's right foot, which had not yet been lowered, with a fierce and accurate low whip kick.

Unexpectedly, Shen Bei raised his knees, put his calves together and stretched them forward, and pushed the ground with his heels, forcing the man who kicked him to stagger and trip over the stool behind him, looking a little embarrassed.

All this happened so quickly that Momosang didn't react in time due to the pain. But the last man pulled out a large-caliber pistol from his waist like lightning and thrust it upwards towards Shen Bei's chin.

"Are you looking for death?"

The black muzzle of the gun pierced Shen Bei's chin. The man roared at Shen Bei viciously. As long as he pulled the trigger, the bullet would first pierce Shen Bei's throat, then flip up his crown, and raise a cloud of blood more than one meter high.

Shen Bei glanced at the man, put his tongue against his upper lip, and spat on the man's nose.

The man was stunned for a moment, but his anger drove his finger to pull the trigger.

Then I found that I couldn't pull the trigger.

The man lowered his head suddenly and found that Shen Bei's left hand was holding a spoon, which was inserted into the trigger guard and was stuck very tightly.

Shen Bei twisted the steel spoon with his left hand, stirring the man's index finger. The man cried out in pain and pulled his hand back. Shen Bei grabbed the pistol and smashed it against the wall on his left. The pistol went off at the same time, flames exploded, and the bullet shattered an empty wine glass.

The man took two steps back to steady himself, then looked up with wide eyes, a look of shock on his face.

After just a simple encounter, the five of them were unable to suppress Shen Bei's arrogance.

At this time, the whole bar suddenly roared and whistles were heard everywhere.

"Fuck him."

"Five against one and you're still at a disadvantage?"

"Let's go together!"

Be it Momosang or Shen Bei, in the eyes of the people in the bar, both sides are just having fun. Of course, these people will take the opportunity to stir up trouble and want to laugh at their jokes.

Momosang's face was grim. As a psychic with a fourth-level strength and a third-level defense, he could usually handle being lashed with an iron rod without making a sound, but the impact of the table corner had made his vision go black. The laughter and whistles around him made him even more embarrassed and angry.

He licked his lips, coldly pushed aside the table in front of him, and pulled out two tungsten steel daggers with a cold glow from his waist. He held one dagger backwards and pointed it at Shen Bei, while raising his hand and throwing the other one over.

Shen Bei reached out to catch the thrown dagger and stared at Momosang.

He said hoarsely to Shen Bei: "Since you are an ordinary person, don't say I am bullying you. I won't use my superpowers. I have two knives. I will pour one out."

In fact, even without Momosan telling him, he didn't dare to use his supernatural powers.

This is a shelter!

Since this is a cooperative mission, asking them to carry a pistol is already considered polite.

Otherwise, you have to hand over the pistol.

Furthermore, it is forbidden to use supernatural powers to harm others within the shelter.

The last time Shen Bei broke the rules, it was Rock who settled it.

These are the rules. If anyone breaks the rules, You Wuchang will have a good talk with you. If things go wrong, the leader of the other party may have to come and pick you up in person.

This is also why Shen Bei dared to fight back so blatantly against Momosang, the psychic.

At this time, Shen Bei smiled, raised the tip of the knife in his hand, and hooked his finger at Momosang, "You asked for it!"

As for the dagger, since you are so sharp, I will play with you.

In an instant, the field was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Shen Bei gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and walked forward step by step.

There was a series of crisp sounds of bones coming from Momosang's body, and then he rushed over, and the tungsten steel dagger slashed towards Shen Bei's ribs.

Shen Bei stepped back and thrust forward with his right hand. Momosan also leaned back. The raised blade tried to bite Shen Bei's wrist, then slid past the back of his hand. Shen Bei flicked his finger and changed his grip from a straight one to a reversed one. The tip of the blade chiseled towards the back of Momosan's hand, but it hit the back of the blade, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Both men maintained a certain curve in their waists, and the two daggers scraped through the air in mid-air, making a dull sonic boom.

However, the two tungsten steel daggers had almost no direct contact. They just licked each other's soft flesh and blood, and then withdrew like a dragonfly skimming the water. They confronted each other briefly, with their momentum intertwined, and then quickly pounced into a group.

There is no beauty at all, but it makes people feel cold all over.

After about three or four rounds, Shen Bei had an idea in mind.

Daggers are his strong point, but he is also very methodical. Judging from Momosan's reaction, he is an old hand at using daggers.

The dagger bit and entangled fiercely, and then suddenly separated, leaving several wounds of varying depths. The closer the fight, the more brutal it was.

As soon as Shen Bei thought of this, he launched another attack. The dagger slashed fiercely from right to left. The blade passed through Momosan's throat, bringing out a few drops of blood, but he sold half of his body to Momosan!

Momosang's arms and face were covered in blood, but his eyes suddenly lit up! He gritted his teeth and raised his right hand. The sharp tip of the knife tore through the fishy air and chiseled down at Shen Bei's neck!

Without even raising his head, Shen Bei suddenly jumped back, shifted the dagger from his right hand to his left hand, gripped the blade with the back of his hand, and let the slightly curved blade stick to his arm.

Shen Bei stretched out his left arm to protect his head and face, his eyes, which were calm but contained a violent storm, made Mo Mosang feel terrified!

At that moment, Momosan's heart was filled with alertness like a tide!

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

clang!clang!clang!

Momosang swung the blade, sweat spurted out, and several blows hit Shen Bei's left arm that was blocking it. The sharp friction was accompanied by violent sparks.

The two men's footsteps were chaotic and mixed. Suddenly, everyone heard the dull sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh. Three bloody fingers fell to the ground with a snap. The blade in Shen Bei's hand turned and stabbed straight into Momosang's collarbone, and he twisted it with force!

Thump~

Momosan fainted and fell to the ground.

The dagger in Shen Bei's hand drew blades, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes anymore.

He reversed his grip again and stabbed directly into Momosan's heart!

Shelters are not supposed to kill people.

But if there is a fight between two parties and someone dies, then it doesn’t matter.

Let’s enjoy the meal!

Just at the moment Shen Bei took action.

A voice came from the door of the bar: "Enough."

The sound is neither salty nor bland.

But Shen Bei put away the dagger and slowly stood up.

"General, but he wants to play dagger with me." Shen Bei said with his hands spread out.

You Wuchang had a gloomy face. He leaned over to glance at Momosang and waved his hand: "Take it away."

The personal guards hurriedly carried Momosan out of the bar and sent him to the medical room.

Momosan's accomplices finally came to their senses from their shock.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Momosan, who was playing with a dagger, was killed by an ordinary person!

shame!

A huge shame!

Several accomplices looked furious and surprised, and raised their hands to use their special powers to attack Shen Bei.

You Wuchang immediately unleashed the aura of a tenth-order supernatural being, sweeping across the entire place: "Do you think I'm nothing?"

The accomplices were startled, glared at Shen Bei fiercely, and were about to follow him out.

Shen Bei stretched out his hand to stop them: "Bartender, have they paid the bill?"

The bartender nodded, his lips twitching.

"get out!"

Shen Bei waved his hand.

Those people were so angry that they gritted their teeth and left the bar with a few grumbles.

At this moment.

All the customers in the bar burst into roars:

"Momo-san can't even beat an ordinary person without using his superpowers?"

"He fell to the ground too quickly, didn't he?"

"Is it so useless?"

"Fuck, this Shen Bei is really good."

"This guy's fighting skills are truly admirable."

"Watch carefully and learn well, that's what real skill is."

……

At this time, You Wuchang had a gloomy face and glanced at the little girl selling potato cakes from the corner of his eye.

Then, he turned to look at Shen Bei: "You have a lot of free time, right? You cut off three of Momosan's fingers, you are quite capable. Then get ready, this mission depends on you!"

After saying that, You Wuchang didn't give Shen Bei any chance to speak and just turned and left.

Song You came out from the side and patted Shen Bei on the shoulder: "I saved your life, no need to thank me."

Shen Bei rolled his eyes and said, "Mind your own business!"

Song You: ???

……

Upper level of the shelter.

You Wuchang returned to the manor and entered the top floor.

No one except You Wuchang is allowed to enter the room on this floor.

Even the personal guards had to stay on the next floor and wait.

You Wuchang pushed open the room.

The room was as warm as spring.

The floor is covered with a soft bright red carpet.

At the end of the carpet is a high-backed chair, like a king's throne.

Sitting on the high seat was a young girl.

She has shallow dimples on her face, and the corners of her mouth are always unconsciously upturned, making her look a bit sharp.

However, a green light flashed in her eyes, as if the data was being refreshed.

"It's really a bit noisy." The little girl said softly, supporting her chin with one hand.

You Wuchang lowered his head and said, "There are just too many people here recently. I feel like even a level 10 threat isn't enough."

"enough."

The little girl smiled like a nightingale: "Do you still want me to give you the deterrent power of the Spider Queen?"

"I dare not. A tall tree attracts the wind."

The little girl nodded: "No matter what happens, don't take action, so as not to be exposed."

"Yes."

The little girl took out a potato cake, put it in her mouth and chewed it, raised her eyebrows and muttered softly:

"I just followed the data. Is there any problem? I can't taste it..."