When I turn back into a man [Western Fantasy]

Although the fat man who walked up to him smelled of alcohol, he was sober.

With amazement and joy of finding the prey in his eyes, he looked up and down without restraint, and slowly leaned over.

Seeing Tong Zhan turning his head to look at him, he said with a smile.

"Why is the little beauty drinking outside alone? Do you want me to accompany you, uncle?"

While talking, the fat man asked another bartender to mix a glass of wine, and then leaned on the bar counter, observing Tong Zhan frivolously.

Although this person was wearing a cloak, it blocked most of his figure.

But the fat man noticed this young man when he entered the bar. From when he sat down to when he got up to check the wine cabinet, his gestures and gestures were quite pleasing to the eye.

Although he didn't see his face, judging from his rich experience, the body under the cloak must be young and beautiful.

He sat and observed for a long time, couldn't help itching and wanted to step up to see the man's face, and happened to see Tong Zhan's hood dropped.

This blow made him directly hit by Tong Zhan's face.

Compared with the appearance of these people, although Tong Zhan's facial features are not so three-dimensional, they have a soft beauty, which is handsome in another sense.

In the light of the bar, it looks charming and non-aggressive.

In addition, his figure looked thinner against the backdrop of other people, which also gave the fat man an illusion that this little beauty looked easy to handle.

Tong Zhan:?

When he heard the man call him "little beauty" for the second time, he almost wondered if the fat man had drunk too much and was not sober.

Where does the handsome Tong father look like a girl?

He was not in a very good mood at the moment, so he didn't bother to pay attention to the stinking fat man, got up and changed his seat to sit down.

The bartender seemed to be coming back soon, and Tong Zhan, who had no gold coins to pay the bill, was a little restless, and his sense of morality did not allow him to leave like this.

In the end, the fat man followed him very ignorantly, and continued to lean towards him with a stern face, "Don't run away, little beauty, is this the first time you've come here? Uncle, would you like a glass of wine?"

As he spoke, he pushed a glass of brightly colored cocktail that the bartender had made towards him.

Tong Zhan turned his head impatiently, "Please take a closer look, I am a man."

What kind of shit eyes, want to pick up girls and want to go crazy?

The fat man was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, and looked at Tong Zhan with deep meaning in his eyes after laughing.

He took a sip of the wine in his hand, his eyes patrolled Tong Zhan's bare skin presumptuously, and finally fell on his slightly undulating Adam's apple.

"Of course I know you're a man..."

He prolonged the ending and slightly lowered his voice, "But what gender is there for beauties? Each has its own taste..."

Tong Zhan: ...

What the fuck?

This Nima is a gay?

He suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, and his voice became cold: "I'm not interested in men."

But the fat man didn't mind at all, he just pushed the glass of wine towards him again, "This is the most famous cocktail in this shop, to save face, why don't you try it with a friend?"

The little beauty has a lot of personality, he likes it.

The more this kind of thorny rose, the more addictive it will be after you get it.

Give your uncle face.

Tong Zhan didn't know that this man had already regarded him as something in his pocket, and his mind was not on this ugly gay guy, so he waved his hand impatiently, "I'm not free, I don't want to make friends, so let's go."

He drank the glass of "Midnight Elf" in his hand in one gulp, knocked the glass on the table vigorously, and was about to go directly to explain the situation to the bartender.

How can four thousand silver be worth the price of a glass of wine, and the rest of the wine can only be temporarily given up.

Although this is a bit embarrassing, you can't cheat others.

He just stood up when the fat man saw that he was about to leave, his eyes sharpened, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist.

The strength in his hand was not small, and he still had a smile on his face, but he said with a hint of threat in his tone: "Why? Do you not give uncle face?"

"Drinking a glass of wine will not delay things. The wine has been mixed. What are you doing in a hurry?"

But in his heart, he sighed in his heart that the delicate skin touched by the palm was indeed the same as he judged, it was really top quality.

Tong Zhan didn't expect this fat man to be so reckless. He turned around and stared at him like a knife: "I'll give you a second, let go of your hand."

The fat man seemed to be angry when he saw him, but he became a little complacent. Not only did he not let go, but he also tried to touch it up.

He said in his mouth, "I won't let go and..."

Before he finished speaking, he only felt that the people under him suddenly pulled hard and broke free from his control.

Immediately afterwards, a strong force hit his chest, and before the fat man could cry out in pain, Tong Zhan turned and kicked him in the chest, and hit the iron high stool behind him hard.

The stool fell to the ground with a loud noise, and the person and the stool rolled twice on the ground.

Tong Zhan withdrew his flying kick, stood firmly, and walked a few steps forward to the fat man who was trying to get up in a panic.

He raised his chin and sneered, "If you don't let go, then I can only beat you."

The sudden movement here attracted the attention of the entire bar, and the drinking people around looked curiously at the corner of the bar.

The fat man got up from the ground, stood firm with his hands on his chest, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

He stared at Tong Zhan viciously, and spat bloodshot saliva aside.

"It turned out to be a biter."

Tong Zhan withdrew some strength from this kick.

After all, he just wanted to teach this perverted fat man a lesson, and didn't want to kill him directly.

So although the fat man looked embarrassed, he was actually not seriously injured, it was just a moment of unbearable pain in his chest.

He would only feel that he was too careless, and he was actually injured by his prey, and he was very annoyed.

He never thought that this thin-looking young man would be a tough guy.

"I bother--"

Tong Zhan raised his middle finger at him, "Bite Nima, I am your father."

"Tell you, if you dare to touch your feet again, Dad will send you to heaven in minutes!"

Although I couldn't understand Tong Zhan's gesture, but thinking about it, I knew it wouldn't mean anything good.

The fat man's face darkened, and his expression became ugly.

At this moment, a wave of seven or eight big men who were about the same size as the fat man emerged from the onlookers. They walked up to the fat man and asked, "Boss? What happened?"

The fat man said, "It's okay, I was scratched by a kitten."

He pointed at Tong Zhan, reserved the last bit of patience and said: "I don't have to worry about what happened just now, now obediently follow me back, otherwise..."

The seven or eight big men looked at Tong Zhan at the right time, showing him a fierce and threatening expression.

Ok?

Is this fat man out of his mind?

Tong Zhan felt that the kick just now was too light.

He waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up if you want to die."

Fatty: ...

He gritted his teeth, "You're toasting, don't eat fine wine..."

Then he said to those big men, "Catch him, tie him up and take him back."

And added: "Don't hurt your face."

The seven or eight big men: "Yes! Boss!"

After speaking, he surrounded Tong Zhan sadly.

Tong Zhan glanced sideways at the group of big men who looked much stronger than him, and didn't even think about taking out weapons from the package.

He squeezed his hands left and right, "Looking for death, Dad will help you."

The rest of the guests in the bar were concerned about the impending fight.

Most of them knew the group headed by Fatty, and knew that Fatty was the second-ranked head of the mercenary regiment in the city and a famous pervert.

On weekdays, he likes to hang out in various bars, and strikes at the prey he likes.

However, this person is more cautious, and usually picks the soft persimmons to pinch.

And although this person doesn't look very good, he is a fighter who is not weak.

In addition, the painting style of their entire mercenary group is a group of gangsters and robbers, and they have done a lot of murder and robbery, so they don't have a good reputation among the local residents.

This will see Tong Zhan, who is single and weak, confronting seven or eight strong men. Some older ones can't help but shake their heads regretfully, but no one is willing to stand up for Tong Zhan and cause trouble.

The bartender who the fat man made the bartender was not surprised.

He sent a message to the owner of the inner box as a matter of routine, and then took out a pen and paper, ready to record the loss of tables and chairs in the store at any time, so that he could file a claim later.

Seeing the colleague who went to the warehouse to get the wine back, he stretched out his hand to stop him: "Put the wine in the back first, and don't let them break it."

The bartender who went to pack wine for Tong Zhan looked confused, "What happened?"

His colleague simply said a few words to him, and then told him: "You have not been here for a long time, and there are many such things, we can't control it, just remember the loss."

"Our boss is powerful. No matter who they break something, they will have to honestly lose money later."

The bartender was stunned, looking at Tong Zhan in the venue, he couldn't help but worry about his guest.

However, something unexpected happened.

Tong Zhan was too caught off guard when he kicked the fat man away. People who heard the sound and looked over only saw the fat man get up from the ground, and they didn't quite understand the situation.

So only from the figure and number of people, I think Tong Zhan is going to be unlucky.

Unexpectedly, after pinching his fingers, Tong Zhan threw his cloak back chicly before the menacing men surrounded him—it just happened to land on the bar counter.

Then he rushed forward like a gust of wind, like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, and mercilessly raised his fist to beat people.

He has now regained his male body, and his physical fitness has improved to a higher level than that of a loli.

The seemingly white and tender palms were clenched tightly, like iron fists, punching to the flesh.

In addition, he was fast, and he walked back and forth among the seven or eight big men in the blink of an eye.

The heavy blow was like a storm, causing the group of people to scream.

Onlookers: ...

Two bartenders: ...

My eyes feel a little swollen and need to be wiped.

Fatty not far away: ...

He stared dumbfounded at the helplessness of his mercenaries, who were beaten down one by one by the slender figure, and couldn't help taking a step back.

Feeling a little off.

Tong Zhan, however, was very sensitive, sensing that this person was about to run away, he curled his lips.

He punched a big man in the stomach, and the pain caused him to bend over and hug and howl.

Then he kicked away a guy who was trying to sneak up on him, and the big guy who was kicked knocked down two tables, then hit the wall hard, and passed out.

Immediately, Tong Zhan quickly jumped out of the encirclement, grabbed the fat man by the back collar, and flung him back forcefully, throwing him volleyed into the side of the group of big men.

The fat man was startled when he grabbed his collar, but he reacted in time when he was thrown out, and he didn't fall to the ground.

It's just that he looked at the messy subordinates around him, and then at Tong Zhan who was walking towards him step by step, feeling flustered.

Who is this person? !

When did such a powerful person come to Icefield City? !

He thought to himself, and couldn't help but ask.

The drinkers around were also dumbfounded, nodding repeatedly, that's right... Who is this person? !

Tong Zhan sneered, "Didn't I say that?"

He said arrogantly and domineeringly, "I am your father."

After finishing speaking, he bullied himself unceremoniously, preparing to send this fat man who wanted to die to heaven.

Although the fat man was a little flustered, his own strength was not weak after all, so seeing that he couldn't slip away, he simply yelled, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit.

Driven by his fighting spirit, his originally fat body quickly condensed, and he became a muscular and strong man in the blink of an eye.

He also wore a pair of gleaming metallic gloves on his hands.

Oh, this fat man is actually a fighter, and he can transform?

Tong Zhan raised his eyebrows.

He heard from Oster that there are not many orthodox fighters on the continent of Zell.

Because this kind of profession relies on its own physical strength to fight and advance, although it can generate fighting spirit and increase strength in the later stage of cultivation, it is still much less impressive than other professions.

In addition, it is very difficult to advance, and there are only a few fighters on the entire continent who can cultivate to the top golden fighting spirit.

So Tong Zhan was a little surprised to see that this fat man was actually a fighter.

But the surprise was the surprise, he looked at the light blue dou qi gleaming on the fat man's body, snorted coldly, and the white internal force came out through his body.

He doesn't like blue very much now, whether it's sword qi or fighting qi.

Before the fat man could be shocked, he was hit by Tong Zhan's approaching punch on his left shoulder. He immediately restrained himself, and the two immediately fought together.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Sword Qi! That's a great swordsman!"

This great swordsman is so young!

The alcohol drinkers who dare not speak out against the fat man on weekdays are excited, great swordsman!

Now this dead fat man is over!

On the field, there was indeed no surprise in the fight between the two.

Although Fatty already possessed Dou Qi, Tier [-] Dou Qi was still not enough for Tong Zhan, a full-level number comparable to a top swordsman.

In less than 2 minutes, he had already been beaten up by Tong Zhan until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. In the end, Tong Zhan threw him over his shoulder violently. His fighting spirit dissipated and he collapsed limply on the ground.

Tong Zhan glanced at his colorful face with distaste, and stood up straight and clapped his hands amidst the applause from the crowd around him.

At this time, the door of a hidden box behind the bar was opened. Lawson glanced at Phil, who had passed out, and said to the bar owner behind him, "I'll leave this person to you first, and send someone to send him to you first." Go to Boulder."

The boss nodded respectfully, "Yes, sir."

After speaking, he immediately winked at an attendant behind him, and that attendant stepped into the room and closed the door.

Lawson turned around and walked out boringly.

He felt a little sympathetic to Philip, the head of the Holy Light Mercenary Group who had Phil, the idiot brother.

He just frightened him casually just now, and Phil was as cowardly as a quail, vomiting everything that should be said and should not be said like a bamboo tube.

The reason why Philip moved the entire mercenary base to Boulder City was simple.

His dear, gambler younger brother, Phil, owed a lot of debts in a gamble in Frahua City. In order to pay off the gambling debts for him, he almost emptied the captain's own family.

After Philip lost his temper, he simply moved the entire base away from the bustling capital, and made up his mind to rectify the gambling atmosphere in the entire regiment that was driven by Phil from top to bottom.

In the end, what he didn't know was that Phil still had a lot of gambling debts that had not been paid off. Even after moving to Boulder City, those people still found Phil.

And threatened him that if he didn't pay off the debt as soon as possible, he would stab his brother again.

Phil was already scared of being beaten by his brother, and he didn't dare to let his brother know.

But he had to pay back the money, so when he saw Lawson and the others who were obviously going out to do missions, he had a bad idea.

Everyone in the mercenary union knew that the Redthorn mercenary group was rich and powerful, just from the group of winged wolves whose fur was kept so smooth when they went out.

They are definitely not bad for the money.

And the tasks they take have always been well paid.

In other words, the task objective is not simple.

So Felt sent people to spy on them, and after discovering that their target was the Kembonok Icefield, he suddenly regained his spirits.

The magic beasts or magic plants on the Kenbonok Icefield are all quite valuable things, but it is very difficult to obtain them.

He was in charge of the two swordsman squads of the entire mercenary regiment. After guessing that the group of red thorns was going to the ice field to deal with monsters or magic plants, Phil made the decision of mantis catching cicadas and orioles.

only……

The results were somewhat unsatisfactory.

Luo Sen shook his head, really don't understand why this person is so stupid, why one or two of his mercenaries are also stupid.

Unexpectedly, no one questioned the decision he made, and even helped to hide it from the head of the group, Philip.

"My lord, do you need a rest?"

The bar owner followed closely behind Luo Sen, and suddenly remembered the news from the bartender, so he couldn't help but say a word, lest Luo Sen see those people and affect his mood.

Lawson kept walking, "No need, I still have something to do, you guys take care of this place."

The boss nodded and said nothing more.

The two of them walked out of the corridor behind the bar one after the other, walked around to the front hall, and heard a burst of lively cheers from the bar hall.

"Huh? Are you doing any activities? It's so lively."

Lawson said something casually.

He had put on the mask long before he went out, and would take a leisurely stroll, walking forward through the aisle amidst the crowd, and suddenly stop in his tracks.

The boss is also at a loss, didn't he just say that he was fighting?

At this meeting, Luo Sen suddenly stopped, and looked forward along his line of sight with some doubts, "What's wrong, my lord?"

Lawson: "Shhh—"

He looked at the young man in front of him with fair skin, soft facial features, frowned eyebrows and smiling like a spring breeze, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, he slowly raised his lips.

Tong Zhan had just finished beating the fat man with no eyes, and walked to the bar with a satisfied smile.

He heard cheers and cheers from all around him, and suddenly felt that he had a secondary sense, so he couldn't help touching the right side of his face in embarrassment.

Then he picked up his cloak, shook it off and put it on his body.

Because he was separated from the crowd, he didn't realize that there was a fiery gaze quietly falling on him.

But then, a system prompt popped up in his mind.

[System prompt: You have successfully attracted the attention of the protagonist. 】

[Friendship +100]

Tong Zhan's movement of putting on the cloak paused, as if he had been struck by lightning.

In a mental freeze he remembered turning around calmly.

His eyes quickly flicked across the crowd behind him, and he saw the tall, tall, imposing poser wearing a mask at a glance.

Tong Zhan: ...

To go to heaven.