Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

A thick solid wood round table is enough to sit around a full team, but at this moment, there are only four people sitting, and the distance between them seems to be as far as the horizon.

Big Fang glanced at the bee-man beside him.

This old man's appearance is indeed rare.

As the leader of the black converters, Da Heimei's strength cannot be underestimated, but at this position, he has no chance to take action.

Moreover, compared to fighting and killing.

This bee prince was better at conspiracy and calculations. He was not the founder of the Black Converters, but those competitors all died in various forms in the end, and yet he could not be traced.

Even so, the rumors cannot be stopped...it may be that someone deliberately leaked the news.

I don’t know what Da Gelin did with him at that time.

The big fang changes position.

Having an ally or subordinate like Da Heimei is really unsettling.

As for Big Fang himself...

He looked at the other person sitting alone in the corner.

He is the deputy leader of the Skinners.

'He actually went to the banquet alone...' The leader of the Double Blade Regiment muttered in his heart.

The place they were in was not the Iron Dome, the faction headquarters of Shark Village.

This is just an ordinary water hall.

But except for the four representatives who could take the seat, they were surrounded by gang members from various factions, fully armed.

Big Fang knew that he was not strong enough.

If a conflict breaks out, even if you take precautions like Da Heimei, you won't be able to escape.

It is better to rely on his elite guards and dress more lightly so that he can run easily.

The same goes for the Hound Gang and the Black Converters.

Judging from this battle, after discussions, they probably felt that they could not make peace with the Skinners, and they did not rule out the possibility of a fight by force.

However, it is the object that everyone must guard against.

This time, I went to the banquet alone.

He didn't bring any personal guards, nor did he bring any of the Skinner's accomplices.

As for his personal clothing, he didn't even wear any armor. Perhaps because of the extremely hot environment, his arms were exposed with strong knotted tendons. They looked toned and intimidating, but that was all.

But the moon-blade sword has not left his body.

Because it was different from the standard form commonly used by black converters, it made the big black eyebrow take a second look, but he didn't say much.

Lu Meng looked at the gang members who almost surrounded the venue, and then compared the sumptuous dishes on the table in front of him.

"You...are all here to eat?"

He sighed: "Shark Village is still rich."

Just invite so many people at one time.

Peeling Town is indeed incomparable.

Several big leaders looked at each other, and Ils said coldly: "They don't want to eat..."

"No one of your own will be at the table?" the deputy leader said with surprise.

"In our Peeling Town, even dogs can come together..."

The corner of Da Heimei's eye twitched.

"That's enough." Iles couldn't stand his jokes.

"I'll make it clear."

The man from the Hound Gang leaned forward and put his hands on the table. His posture was like a beast about to attack in the jungle.

He looked around the entire venue, skipping the crowds of gang members, and his eyes rested on the faces of the leaders one by one.

They all felt that this gaze was like a sword.

Just being swept over it feels like a tingling sensation.

But no one's expression changed, as if they were unaware.

"You," Ils looked at Lu Meng, then turned to the others, "and you."

"Big Green, if you want to be the king of the swamp, who will support you..."

"Who objects?"

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To outsiders, this is just an ordinary dinner party.

The only difference is that those who can participate are all giants in the swamp, and they can make a hole in the ground with just a word.

And in order to provide this dinner.

In addition to the gang members who act as guards (and possible thugs), there are also more logistical employees who are busy preparing food.

Fresh fish and wild beasts native to the swamp, fragrant rice, plundered or imported highly processed foods, spirits stored in cellars for decades or hundreds of years, as well as adulterated tobacco leaves and ointments...

Small boats rowed across the water.

Send these supplies to the kitchen, and only after being inspected by all gang members will they be sent to the dinner party.

——Because no one knows whether any company will be tampering with it.

We can only keep busy and screen each other.

Among them, only the Skinner is missing.

As if they didn't realize the importance of it, they instead gathered at the Skinner's station and held another dinner party, drinking and singing to recharge their batteries.

Members of the Hound Gang stand at important posts in Shark Village.

From a high position, he scanned the ships passing by.

However, right in their field of vision, there was a dark shadow sliding under the water.

There are many schools of black fish in Shark Village, and the hounds don't care about them, especially in the dim environment at night.

Almost the next moment.

A few white splashes bounced off the lake.

There were two soft pops, and the hounds on duty fell down.

Being born in the swamp, their water quality was not much different, but after falling into the lake, they did not struggle at all, let alone make a sound.

The thick leather coat was full of water and carried them all down.

On the sentry post, there was replaced by a petite black figure. Her body was still wet and dripping with water. She had obviously just jumped out of the water.

In an instant, he knocked out two elite guards without making any sound.

This figure seemed to blend into the night. Even if there were hounds from other sentries still on duty, they still could not find her.

Bo stopped and looked at it for a while.

She didn't go under the knife, but not out of kindness.

Rather, the wound may emit the smell of blood, increasing the probability of exposing oneself.

After confirming that the hound guard had completely sunk and drowned, she leaned on the sentry post and threw a rope into the water.

Snapped.

Strong palms reached out of the water and grabbed it.

The thin man leaned his head out, and his turban was soaked.

"Hoo, ho... pull me up." Jaeger gasped loudly but silently.

Bo grasped the rope tightly and remained motionless.

She shook her head: "I just want you to come out and breathe."

"——I have to swim later."

If you look closely, you can see that one end of the rope is tied around her waist.

It was she who was swimming while holding a big man in the water before.

"I'll go..." Jaeger smiled bitterly and spit out a mouthful of water.

Smash it with your mouth, you feel there is still some sand between the teeth, it feels rough, but there is nothing you can do.

Strictly speaking, the stealth skills of Jaeger and Bo are about the same, but he is better at head-to-head confrontation, while Bo, a little man, is very good at assassination.

However, to the swamp.

Only then did Jie Ge realize that he was not as good as Bo in one thing.

That's swimming.

Jaeger is a pure United City citizen, and United City is also known as a country of warriors built in the desert. Except for the residents of several coastal city-states, others may have never come into contact with water that can float people in their entire lives.

On the other hand, Bo was born in the lowland town of Zhejiang, and he had a close relationship with the technology hunters. They traveled all over the country together and later joined the anti-slavery group.

During this period, there was a lot of water to swim through.

"Several big leaders have gathered together. This is the best opportunity." Bo looked at the brightly lit water platform in the distance. "The key is that Big Green is not here yet."

"Almost." After a while, she suddenly said.

"Hey wait..." Jaeger looked panicked.

But before he could finish his words, Bo jumped off the sentry post again and entered the water with a perfect posture without making any noise.

At the same time, he pushed Jaeger's head back under the water.

With a few grunts of bursting bubbles, Daze in Shark Village returned to calm again.