Arts and Sciences

Chapter 454 The Night in Paris (Part [-])

It wasn't until Slugger landed and jumped from the fourth floor to the underground stage that the crowd realized that they applauded subconsciously.

"Hundreds of years ago, if Haidi Melgri knew that we would use this voting method to elect Haidi hundreds of years later, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. These so-called democracies can give birth to a Haidi, such an election is hard to convince people!" Slug stood on the big stage surrounded by the crowd, and said spontaneously, "So I feel dissatisfied, As a Haidi, you must show your strength to convince everyone, so that all of us can vote willingly!"

The pirates around had already had such an idea, but because of the power of Simbala and the Flying Leopard Gang above them, no one dared to respond. Worshiping the brave has always been the constant theme of these pirate gangsters. Slug jumped down from the four-story box like a god, and the people around him looked at him with admiration, so when he said something, the thin paper in front of everyone was pierced like this , All of them shouted at once.

"That's right, the brave need a duel! Convince us, and show us your strength!"

"We pirates have always fought the world with our fists. Don't tell me how the elected Haidi will make decisions by voting. It's too unmanly!"

"We are all loyal supporters of Haidi, we agree with Haidi's selection, we need to use force!"

"Pirates survived the hail of bullets, don't tell me Haidi is a powerless scholar!"

Faced with this unexpected situation, the host could only cast his eyes on Simbala in the bakery.

Simbala apparently did not expect that at this time when he was in charge, someone would come to challenge these established election regulations.

At the same time, the other pirates turned their heads towards Simbala. In their eyes, Simbala itself is an existence above all else. Unless Haidi is elected, I am afraid that it is not as powerful as the godfather of the Munich Mafia. After all Is a top gangster in the world.

When everyone looked at Simbala, they didn't speak, waiting for the arbiter Simbala to say something.

Simbala's eyes suddenly shot green, focusing on Slug, and finally spit out a sentence slowly, "All brave men have the right to challenge and accept challenges. As the future Haidi, there is no exception. Between you, you can fight to decide the winner!"

Hearing what Simbala said, the surrounding people were full of voices. They felt that the atmosphere on the scene was too dull. Now that someone is performing such a play, they naturally want to join in, so the slaps are extraordinarily loud .

"You can use each other's bravery to prove the ability to become a Haidi!" The host waved his hand between the two, and immediately retreated to both sides, not forgetting to introduce, "Although I don't know the identity of this challenger, But Aristotle himself is a master of using double knives. His knives and his pancakes are called his two legends. The pancakes Aristotle baked can be smelled even ten miles away. fragrance, and his sword skills, no matter how many killers there are, don't even think about knocking him down head-on!"

Aristotle shot his eyes at Slug on the opposite side, but didn't see any movement with his hands. Two throwing knives appeared in his hands as if by magic.

"I want you to know that being against me today is the one thing you regret most in your life!" Aristotle's eyes turned blood red, and he looked at Slug opposite him, saying every word.

Slug pulled out a stretchable short stick from his hand embroidery, stretched his hand straight with a shake, still with a biased demeanor, looked at Aristotle half-jokingly and said, "It is my honor to duel with you."

Aristotle was suddenly irritated by Slug's attitude of not caring about anything. The whole person shouted violently, and threw the dagger at Slug with both hands, and the whole person quickly followed the dagger.

Slug grabbed the dagger that was flying towards him, found the position of the short stick in his hand, and struck left and right, hitting the blade of the dagger.

"When!" "When!"

Both daggers bounced off, and the next moment, Aristotle was already close in front of Slug, holding the handle of the dagger with both hands on the left and right. It's breathtaking.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Aristotle was in mid-air, divided into two directions according to Slug, and swiped over.

The two of them had a short stick and two daggers, and they were fighting together in no time, which made people dazzled.

"The two of them, who will win?" Pierre Cardin asked with a trembling voice. He has not yet realized that this Slugger rushed down to face these international-level pirate gangs.

"Aristotle has been overwhelmed by Slug's gorgeous appearance, and now he is angry again, reluctantly making a move. Although the offensive is relatively fierce, it is already doomed to lose this match!" Li Sansi replied without turning his head.

Sure enough, the two of them exchanged short weapons, one inch short, one inch dangerous, and in such a confrontation, it is most forbidden to be impetuous and calm, and Aristotle is now full of anger, how can he calm down? During the round, he was hit by the short stick in Slug's hand a few times. Slug's short stick itself is a weapon used for fighting. It looks short, but it is actually quite thick. It hurts muscles and bones. Weapon, after so many hits, Aristotle's whole person's movements were much slower, and he was beaten left and right by Slug's storm-like attack, and he could barely protect himself.

The information on the stage was changing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye with so many people, the short stick in Slug's hand was equally dangerous, and he swung it a few times against Aristotle's instep. , the whole person limped back to the side.

Who knew that Slug didn't give him a chance to breathe, the whole body walked with the stick, and the short stick in his hand drew countless stick shadows, hitting Aristotle's head and face, and Aristotle just barely dodged, and his body was already in an instant. He was hit by many sticks, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his face was bloody blue. The short stick in Slug's hand was designed to focus on shock, and when he took it down, it seemed that nothing happened on the surface, but in fact the flesh and blood inside had already burst.

A stick hit Aristotle's face, all the capillaries under the skin ruptured, and the whole face was covered with blood. It was frightening to see, and it was impossible to imagine the pain of being hit by him.

(End of this chapter)