Throne of Shadows

If you haven't seen the blue ocean with your own eyes, you don't know what it means to be vast.

Begobold looked at the seemingly endless ocean in the distance, and slowly lowered the Despair to the ground, gliding towards the coastline.The morning mist billowed, and a large city was looming, which was the destination of their trip.

"How do you know there are people here?"

"Must have." Lighting a cigarette, Begobird raised his hand and pinched it just as he was about to smoke. He didn't want to choke Annie, although he really wanted to smoke Dongchen to death.

Rubbing his nose depressedly, too lazy to bother with this monster, Dongchen picked up Annie and walked out of the cab, announcing the good news to his companions that he was about to log in.

Next to Withers, the tidal city, is a city that depends on the ocean for survival.90.00% of the people in the city are doing sea work. Years of heroic struggles with the ocean have made the people in this city, regardless of gender, extremely generous.

Of course, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, not everyone is like this.Like the well-known scourge of the man Obama.

Others rely on the sea to make a living, but Obama depends on people.

Relying on a gang of gangsters under his command to blackmail and blackmail everywhere, he does all kinds of evil.In fact, it's not that no one wants to deal with him, but this guy is very cunning, he hides when he encounters difficulties, and then waits for others to go to sea before bullying other family members.

Those who are too powerful will be less harmful, and those who have no ability will bully to death, break widows' houses, and dig bachelors' graves. This guy has done too many immoral things.

There is no worry when there are too many debts, and there is no itching when there are too many lice.Obama has nothing to do today and came out to wander.

"Boss, there's a car coming outside." The red-nosed horse ran up to him.

Obama kicked Ma Zai's ass in displeasure, "Red Nose, how many times have I told you? Be graceful, do you understand demeanor?"

"Yes, Boss." He put his feet on his chest, his red nose raised his head, and his face was serious, but he scolded him in his heart: "You are a watermelon, you are a hooligan, and you have a fart demeanor?"

"I know you kid will definitely scold me in your heart. But you have to understand that no one can stop a hooligan who knows martial arts. God can't afford to mess with a hooligan who learns knowledge." Obama said while patting his red-nosed face: " Tell me, what kind of broken car is worthy of your report?"

"It's not a broken car, it's a good car, a very good car." Speaking of the car, Red Nose's eyes glistened, and he gestured with dancing: "The boy Jim at the radar station told me that he found a car that flew down from the sky. . . . it . . . it is coming to us."

"The news is reliable?" Obama slowly stroked his beard, his eyes sparkling.

"Absolutely reliable!" Red Nose nodded firmly, "Boss, you also know that boy Jim is my child. Although he always looks down on me, he will definitely not lie to me. This time the incident cannot be fake. "

"Brother Dianqi, close the road."

A row of dilapidated locomotives, rusty and broken iron chains, and sliced ​​knives with gaping teeth. Obama was sitting in a half-length pickup truck, and the Lacy team blocked the main road into the city.

The distant Despair drove over with a roar.

"I opened this road, and I planted this tree. If you want...if you want to live from now on, keep...stay to buy road money."

A stuttering little Indian man was standing on the roof of the car with a big horn. The breeze brushed through his hair, blowing a piece of bird feathers.

The incision was dug out by Obama. It is said that it is a well-known slogan shouted by a group of people who do business without money in a very old country.

A thief cannot be famous, but a robber must be famous.This is the truth that Obama learned from reading a lot.

Only when a robber is famous can people be feared. Although he is not a robber but a gangster, there is not much difference between a gangster and a robber when you think about it.

Dongchen covered his face and got out of the car, really speechless to these bird people.Annie timidly hid behind him, poking out half of her head.The big man with a rusty and broken iron chain in his hand gave her a quack smile, revealing half of his golden teeth shining brightly, and the little girl shrank back in fright.

"Boss, I want this little girl with big breasts."

"Jin Ya, how tall are you, and you are not afraid of killing the little girl?" The red-nosed fox gave Jin Ya a fake look, then turned his head and rubbed his hands with a mean smile: "Hey, boss, that little girl Girl give it to me."

"For you? For you..."

The cigar in his mouth fell to the ground, Obama raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Oh! God, this is beautiful, come on, brothers, grab this blonde beauty for me, and be gentle, whoever dares to drop it She has one hair, me and him..."

Christina was still frowning and staring, but Ai Weier walked out of the car door without showing any weakness.

The almond eyes are seductive, the lonely tail is seductive, and the lips are pursed into a smile. When the loud voice resounds, a few unlucky ghosts hang up on the spot without knowing it.

Obama was drooling, jumped out of the car window, picked up the cigar that fell on the ground, blew on it, and put it back in his mouth. He walked away from the crowd with figure-of-eight steps, crossed to the opposite side of Dongchen, and spat out. Spit: "Boy, hand over these three girls in reality, and I will guarantee your position next to Withers, how about it? I am doing this for your own good."

Obama's look of thinking about Dongchen amused a group of rascals, who also booed.

"Yes, little boy, hand over these three chicks to the brothers and have fun."

"Quack quack quack quack... kid, be sensible, otherwise don't blame your uncle for being ruthless."

The broken knife with a gap was covered with patches of black and red rust.Dongchen raised his hand and flicked it lightly, with a ding sound, the dark red rust foam was scattered, and a choking iron smell wafted up.

"What can this piece of junk do? Kill chickens?" The left hand with the blue soul seal was raised up, gently rubbing his nose, Dong Chen had a strange expression on his face.

"you wanna die!"

Although I don't know what a chicken is?But the gangster with the knife could tell that what Dong Chen said was not good.It's just that although he raised his knife, he couldn't cut it no matter what.

Not only could he not chop, he was trembling all over his body, and his crooked teeth, which were yellow and white, were chattering.

Turning his head unpreparedly, looking at the five King Kongs who bowed their heads and walked out of the car door one after another, Dongchen sighed helplessly as he looked at the brow-level sticks in their hands.

This kind of big stick made of alloy is more than two meters long, the thickness of an adult's arm, and it doesn't need to do anything else when you hold it in your hand, it's enough to be scary.

"You...don't come here, if you dare to come here...I...I'll chop him."

The trembling rusty blade pointed at Dong Chen's stamina, and the gangster's legs were so weak that he hit the pendulum.

"It's best if you can hack him, kid... we will thank you." Vegeta indifferently threw the big stick to the ground, shaking everyone's feet, and several gangsters collapsed on the ground in fright , looking at Vegeta's eyes full of fear.

"You...don't think that if you say that, I will be fooled! You...you throw the stick away, or...or I will really split it."

Slowly turning his head with a stiff face, Dongchen stared blankly at the knife-wielding gangster, ignoring the rotten knife dangling in front of his nose.

A gust of wind blew, and the faint voice could not be heard...

"I... do I look really... very, nice, bully, bully?"