"Oh, did the young master of Lawrence take a fancy to me?" The brown-haired girl smiled charmingly, stretched out her hand to lightly press Ogg's thin chest, and then gradually moved down.
Ogg's breathing quickened, and the companions at the girl's table watched with a smile on their face, without any intention of intervening.
Finally, the girl's hand slid over Ogg's waist, landed on his lap, and gently moved it slowly, making the boy's eyes almost burst into flames. But then, the girl's eyes suddenly turned cold. The hand holding Ogg's vitals suddenly increased in strength, so Ogg fell from heaven to hell. He screamed, "Let go! Let go!"
Josh and the others suddenly changed their colors. The girl squeezed again, and then she sat on the chair and turned around suddenly. The slender long legs supported Oge's lower abdomen forcefully, kicking the boy flying out and hitting the front panel of the bar.
"Presumptuous!" Josh yelled at the case: "How dare you act against Lawrence's young master, a pariah, he is a nobleman!"
As he said that, he went to the girl's table. Several teenagers drank some wine, and in order to show their loyalty, they all followed behind Josh. Only Alan still turned his back to them, continuing to drink his stuffy wine.
The young people at the girl's table also stood up suddenly, one of them was very tall. With loose brown hair, he has a strong and well-defined physique. His jacket was half open, revealing a piece of fluff underneath. The man clenched his fist lightly, and suddenly there was a crackling sound between the joints, which was very exciting. Looking at Josh and the others with a contemptuous smile, the young man sneered and said, "Masters, you have come to the wrong place. This is not the twilight, but the old oak tree, which is not where you came from at all. Since you are here, let Follow the rules here."
"The rules here are also very simple. Status and wealth are not acceptable in the old oak tree. Whoever has a strong fist is the boss. Do you understand?"
"Then I'll tell you my rules too. My rules are, whoever punches me, I'll beat him all over the place. Now, this woman kicked my friend, you only have two choices. One is to let She will go with us, as long as she makes us all happy tonight, then this matter will be fine. The second one is also very simple, kneel down and lick the soles of my shoes for me, and I can also be a big adult and let the past go." Josh responded Looking at the eyes of the young man, he said queer words.
The brown-haired young man was sneering, while the companions beside him were already showing anger. The girl with short hair suddenly pulled out the dagger on the side of her leg, and said with a smile: "Maybe I can give you a third option, which is to let me chop off you little brats."
A companion next to him laughed and said, "Come on, Chia. These brats are no thicker than a finger, so what's the point of chopping them off."
The faces of Josh and the teenagers immediately flushed red. They had never been humiliated like this before, and they rushed towards each other screaming without Josh's orders. Josh turned back and shouted: "Alan, come and help!"
Allen felt irritated for a while, he hated the feeling of being dragged into the water, not to mention he had persuaded Ogg not to cause trouble before. Pretending not to hear, Josh's eyes flashed with anger, and he stopped calling, and rushed towards the brown-haired young man angrily.
Except for Josh, the other teenagers are only fifth or sixth-level source power users, so how can they be these young opponents who have clearly established a circuit. They had already been beaten up in a few moments, but they still cared about the aristocratic status of these teenagers, and did not dare to be cruel. But that woman named Chia is very ruthless
, The dagger flew up, pulling out long wounds on the thighs of several teenagers, and one of them even stabbed her thigh with a dagger, causing the teenager to scream in pain.
Allen shook his head, jumped down, turned and walked towards them: "Enough is enough. Even if they offended them first, you have taught them a lesson. If the trouble continues, it will not end so well."
Chia was pressing down on a boy, and the dagger slashed across the boy's buttocks, then looked up at Alan and said, "Are you one of them?"
Allen thought of the damn "social", spread his hands and said, "We came together."
"That's enough, you so-called nobles are disgusting to look at!" Chia suddenly rubbed her body and threw herself at Allen.
She was as fast as a female leopard, and the dagger in her hand was her fangs. What made Allen even more puzzled was that the woman's eyes were flickering with murderous intent, and the dagger in her hand was handed towards his throat, with the intention of killing him on the spot.
Allen snorted coldly. He had never met this woman before, so he couldn't figure out why she made a murderous attempt. But he didn't have the habit of waiting to die with his hands tied up, and the next step he took was to avoid the opponent's blade. At the same time, he stretched his hand behind his waist, and the devil's praise that he had been carrying all along immediately came to his hand. Allen twisted his wrist, and the dagger swung towards the woman's neck.
Women are also amazing, twisting their slender waists, they should be unscrewed. He rushed forward again, and the dagger stabbed again. Allen swiped to block it, and leaned his shoulder forward, knocking Chia back again and again.
Chia snorted, and wanted to go on again, but heard a voice shouting: "Let me do it!"
The voice sounded from behind Allen, and he turned around, only to find that Josh had been knocked down at some point, his face was bruised, and he was even more unconscious. Looking at the figure in front of him again, the brown-haired young man looked at Allen leisurely and said, "You are much better than them, and even Qia can't get anything cheap in your hands, interesting."
Allen shook his head and said: "Enough, this matter is over. Let me take them away now, and it will not be good for you if you continue to fight."
"Why, do you only know how to be afraid now? Young Master?" the brown-haired youth said contemptuously.
Allen took a deep breath and restrained his anger: "This is for your own good. Listen, the family behind me is Bethkind. Even so, do you want to continue?"
He didn't like to use his identity to pressure people, but in this situation, if he didn't reveal a sufficient identity, he might still be entangled with these people. Hearing Beth Kede, the people who had been onlookers before silently dispersed, even Chia and her companions shook their heads at the brown-haired youth.
Allen breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that things could end peacefully. However, at this moment, the source power surged in the field, and the light pattern on the brown-haired youth's body flickered, forming a fist mark on his chest. The brown-haired young man shook his right hand, and there was a strange buzzing sound from the front of his fist. He strode forward: "So what about Bethkind? Could it be that because you are nobles, you can do whatever you want?"
His source power is thick and concise, giving people a full sense of power. When the brown-haired young man approached step by step, it actually made people feel that the bar was shaking slightly! It was an illusion created by the viewer's senses being affected by the source force. At this moment, the temperature in the bar rose sharply. People saw lines of orange light flashing across Allen's body, and the engraving of a flaming sword emerged on his forehead.
The devil saluted with a "huh" and was entwined with high-temperature flames, Allen held the knife in his backhand
, shook his head and said: "It's too late for you to stop now."
"Shut up!" The brown-haired young man yelled like a thunderbolt, and raised his fist.
There was a rumbling explosion in the air, and ripples visible to the naked eye wrapped around the young man's fist, blasting towards Allen's head and face like a cannonball. Even at this time, Allen remained as calm as before, and he even saw the calm in the young man's eyes, which was far from his righteous indignation.
Are those just excuses? An excuse to shoot at yourself
These thoughts flashed through Allen's mind.
He punched hard.
"It's a cannon punch!" Chia screamed immediately, "Stop it, Willick! Don't use this move..."
The people watching the battle all around felt difficulty breathing, as if the young man named Willick punched out and sucked away the surrounding air at the same time. In Alan's eyes, he could clearly see that the source force of Willick's fist circulated in a certain order, and they drove the surrounding air to form a high-density air mass. Allen inhaled, and in his bright red pupils, a round of hot moon suddenly rose!
The devil's salute pulled out an arc of flames in the air, and the burning flames collided with Willick's heavy cannon punch, and there was a muffled sound at the bar. The high-density air mass in front of the heavy punch exploded, and along with hundreds of thousands of streams of fire sputtered to the surroundings, causing the spectators to scream and scatter. The two sources of different nature collided, and the shock wave of the impact even blasted the glasses and wine bottles on the nearby table, and even the glass of the doors and windows farther away.
Allen took a few steps back, blood in his body churning. With a sweet throat, he involuntarily spat out a small mouthful of blood. Looking at Willick again, the hairy clothes were also ignited by the flames of Yanyue, but he was quickly extinguished by his own source power, but the young man also looked very embarrassed.
Willick made a sign, took a deep breath, and if the source force moved again, he would strike again. Suddenly a palm was pressed on his shoulder, and an old man biting a pipe with a red nose and half-drunk eyes said, "You should stop, little guy. I don't want you to hurt Bell in my bar." People from Si Kede, besides, this is a bit different from what you said before."
Allen frowned slightly, and the old man's words sounded as if this young man named Willick knew he would come. His eyes fell on Josh again, and Allen was thoughtful.
Being blocked by the old man, Willick sighed and winked at the others, and soon they all left. The old man glanced at Allen and said, "Take your companion and go."
"Wait, what do you mean by what you just said. That Willick, what did you say to you before?" Allen stopped him and asked.
The old man exhaled a smoke ring and said with a chuckle, "I'm so sorry, young master. You see, I'm old and my memory is a bit bad. I forgot what that bastard Willick told me."
Alan knew that he was unwilling to tell the truth. Seeing that he stopped Willick just now, this old man must be not simple. Allen could only give up the idea of asking, and woke Josh up. Josh woke up, remembering what happened before, and immediately looked ashamed. At this point, everyone naturally lost their interest in drinking, and they all helped each other out of the bar.
The young man hated it, but Alan was the most depressed one. It was obviously none of his business, but there was an inexplicable fight. And recalling the words of Willick, his eyes, and the old man in the bar, Allen always felt that the reason behind this fight was not simple.
(end of this chapter)