On Laoxiongdong Street, where people are crowded and people are bumping into each other, Hu Dali and his group of sturdy men are particularly eye-catching.
There is not a single kind person in the entire Old Bear Cave on Jinya Island. All members of the hunting group have bloody hands and evil spirits all over their bodies. In the eyes of some people who have practiced special eye skills, all members of these hunting groups are wrapped in a cloud of blood mist.
But compared to the dozen or so people in Hu Dali's group, these members of the hunting group were as harmless as domestic guard dogs.
The blood mist on the dozens of men behind Hu Dali had solidified, and the blood was so rich that it had turned into a thick purple-black color. There were a few guys who had killed a lot, and there was a faint black light coming out of their heavenly spirit caps, which made their rough and arrogant faces look as hideous as evil ghosts.
This is a group of extremely evil thugs who have committed many evil deeds and should be sent to the eighteenth level of hell alive.
It seemed that they could vaguely feel the invisible evil aura of these guys. Whenever those members of the hunting group on the street who were blowing their noses and staring were pushed away by Hu Dali, they often glared at Hu Dali and others angrily, and soon subconsciously looked at him. Get out of the way.
"Those little guys are smart." Hu Dali giggled and patted the Qinglong Yanyue Sword on his shoulder proudly.
"Brother Dali is majestic!" Several big men smiled "hehe", their blood-colored eyes turned "Gululu", murderous intent loomed in their turbid eyes, and their eyes were like sticky fly tongues, slowly passing through the shops on the roadside. Those precious goods swept across the breasts of beautiful women they met occasionally, or were like blades, gently swiping from the vital points of the necks of those members of the hunting group.
It is the instinct of these men to judge the value of goods, judge the beauty of beautiful women, always think about how to send weapons into the vital points of people around them, and kill them as quickly as possible.
They are also desperadoes who hang out in the Fallen Star Ocean, but unlike the hunting groups that have a fixed station, they are pirates who roam around, do great harm, and are notorious and feared.
Sometimes they howl and gather in groups, sometimes they disperse like fireflies, wandering around with no fixed abode, cruel and merciless, leaving no grass growing wherever they go, seeking wealth and killing, and there is no morality. Like a group of hungry ghosts emerging from hell, the pirates of the Fallen Star Ocean will madly attack any target that is attractive to them.
Members of the hunting group eat knife-edge food and tie their heads to their belts every time they go hunting.
And these pirates, when they became pirates, they already regarded themselves as dead people.
After today, you don’t know if there will be a tomorrow. You may be happy tonight, but tomorrow you may be quartered and die without a burial place. Therefore, every pirate is a maniac who enjoys instant pleasure, every pirate is a madman with a twisted mind, and every pirate has a strong self-destruction and a perverted desire to pull everyone around him to die together.
Behind Hu Dali were more than a dozen pirates, and they were all pirates with many years of experience.
Every man behind him was a ruthless bandit who had struggled in the pirate business for decades, struggling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and crawling out of desperate situations.
Any veteran bandit who has survived for more than ten years in the pirate business will have a resounding title - "Sea Wolf".
The dozen men behind Hu Dali are the most ferocious, cunning, shameless and bottomless "old wolves" among the "sea wolves". These guys have no faith, no loyalty, no mercy, and no enthusiasm. They are just a bunch of human-shaped garbage and a group of human-shaped demons. Wherever they appear, no good things will happen.
However, these guys followed Hu Dali in awe one by one. Every time they glanced at the vital points behind Hu Dali with a hint of murderous intent, there was always an inexplicable flash in their eyes. of fear.
Hu Dali suddenly stopped at the door of a shop on the roadside. He waved his arms vigorously and knocked down the seven or eight men blocking the door of the shop. He laughed and stood in front of the grill in front of the shop, looking at the red grill. The pig's trotters are roasted on the charcoal fire until they are golden brown and dripping with oil.
"Hey, roasted pig's trotters! I've been eating raw fish all day for the past six months, and my intestines smell like fish." Hu opened his hand vigorously, took out a handful of spiritual crystals and slapped it heavily on the roasted pig's trotters. On the shelf, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Boss, roast pig trotters, five hundred here first... Hey, you want to eat too?"
The group of old gangsters behind Hu Dali all stared at the pig's trotters on the grill.
Hu Dali roared at the top of his lungs again: "Five hundred more for the brothers behind me."
The owner of the shop, a monkey who was about five feet tall, ran over with a smile on his face that had not yet completely taken off his monkey hair. He nodded and bowed towards Hu Dali: "Oh, uncle. Are you here? Sir, please come in! Our family is not only good at roasting pig trotters, but also roasting whole lambs, roasting whole cows, roasting whole camels... In short, whatever you want, sir, we can roast!"
"Hee hee! Not only are there all kinds of barbecues, but there are also top-grade wines! Uncle, are you sitting inside and drinking slowly? Eat slowly?" The monkey spirit smiled brightly. Hu Dali asked for a thousand pig's trotters as soon as he opened his mouth. This was a big deal.
Are those who own a restaurant afraid of pot-bellied men? As long as I give you money, you can eat as much as you want. I'm afraid your appetite is too small.
Tiger patted his belly vigorously, lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "You can bake anything? Hey, here are some roast bears, what do you want?"
The monkey spirit's face suddenly changed. He looked at Hu Dali with a distorted face and said with a dry smile: "Uncle... don't make fun of the little ones. Hee, who dares to do that on Golden Tooth Island? Stall business?"
"So, don't brag!" Hu Dali slapped the monkey spirit, spinning it on the spot, and strode into the store: "I accidentally blew your wife up, what should I do?"
The monkey spirit's face was twitching. He just couldn't figure it out. How could he blow up his wife by bragging? What kind of dirty talk is this
More than a dozen old gangsters followed Hu Dali into the store. They looked around cautiously for a while and found that most of the diners in the store were a group of "weak" and "non-threatening" men. Their expressions were slightly relaxed. Some.
Sitting in twos and threes at several square tables, a few old gangsters began to slap the table and shout: "Bring up the good wine and good meat! Hey, brother Dali wants roasted pig's trotters, hurry up, a thousand roasted pig's trotters , bring it up... Slowly, are you looking for death?"
The waiters in the shop were as busy as spinning tops, serving barbecue, fine wine, and all kinds of greasy fruits and vegetables.
Tiger Dali leaned on the table and gnawed wildly. In less than a quarter of an hour, he swallowed five hundred pig trotters with their bones. He breathed a sigh of satisfaction and patted his belly. Hu vigorously wiped the grease on his face and roared loudly: "Brothers, eat and drink. I haven't touched greasy food for a long time. My stomach hurts a little. First. Access to the backyard is easy and relaxing!”
Standing up, Hu Dali grabbed a waiter and forced him to lead the way to the backyard latrine.