He looked around and then at where he was sitting.

In the eyes of these people, there is obviously a look of ridicule. It can be seen that they want to laugh at me?

Now, it's kind of hard for me to get down from here.

I want to leave, but I can't, otherwise I will be laughed to death by this group of people, and even look down on me, and it will be even more difficult to get along in this industry in the future.

These people are all people who lick blood one by one, face is more important than life, if they retreat like this, it is estimated that

There will be absolutely no me in the latter line

exists.

But if I don't leave, maybe I will start a war with a mercenary team?

It must have paid a lot to get this position with a good viewing angle, and such a newcomer didn't even say hello.

Just occupy this position, if anyone else

will be angry.

It seems that this matter is a bit difficult to solve.

Now, the only solution is to have someone team up with me before the owner of this position comes back, so that I can

In order not to lose face, I can still leave here.

But... things don't always go so smoothly.

Just when I was frowning and thinking, suddenly, the elevator opened, and the people I saw just now were the people in the elevator with me.

with a passing conflict

That group of people, after getting out of the elevator, walked towards me directly.

Just when this group of people came over, the mercenaries around me stood up in a conscious silence, and then left

Here.

In an instant, the seven or eight empty seats surrounding the balcony clearly isolated me.

These mercenaries...should have already made up their minds and wanted to watch the fun, so they didn't even say hello.

It seems...it's not very friendly to newcomers here.

I frowned, thought for a while, let's start the war, although I didn't rely on my original intention, but in this case, I have not retreated.

Way to go.

Squinting my eyes, I leaned back slightly on the balcony, and the warm sunshine on my face made me feel very comfortable.

However, this comfortable feeling probably won't last long, because those seven or eight people are already standing no more than one meter away from me.

The place.

For a moment, the entire hall was so quiet, no one made a sound, even... even the voice of the number just announced

down, obviously, in this

People in the mercenary union really like to see people being abused, don't they?

Probably because of the frequent licking of blood, the mental state is no longer normal, right?

Frowning, he slowly opened his eyes.

"what's up?"

I asked calmly, I was ready to stand up and attack at any time, but the seven or eight men on the opposite side were all

He looked at me seriously.

No one spoke, half a ring...

"Woman, do you know what it means for you to sit here?"

The man in the lead, who was punched in the armpit by me, stared at me intently, with such a calm voice

Light, it's like talking between two neighbors

It feels like a common saying.

"No, I know... here, it's empty, so sit down."

Glancing at this man, then at the few mercenaries around him, it was obvious that the anger in these people's eyes was suppressed.

Fire, it seems, my inference is correct.

Sure enough, this position has already been booked.

"San'er, tell her that no one can sit in any position in this hall for no reason."

The man said something lightly, and as soon as he raised his hand, a small follower beside him immediately took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over.

Then light the fire.

I took a look at the man smoking a cigarette... It seemed that it was not a man, but a boy, who looked only fourteen or five

old look.

And the boy looked at me too, and then looked away immediately.

This look made me feel the pity in his eyes, as if... I can't bear to see the next scene?

And following the man's voice, a strong man came over and stood in front of me.

He looked at me, and I looked at him.

This person looks a little thin on the outside, but if you look closely, you can see the tightness of his exposed wrists.

Muscle, on the back of the hand, has a [-]% thick

Thick calluses, the knuckles of the fingers are much larger than ordinary people, this person...is a martial arts practitioner?

Wearing a white gown on the upper body, it is the kind of buckle, it is said that this country, this nation's very old

Dressed.

As for his lower body, he was wearing a pair of black trousers, and the trousers were tied with a belt, as if for the convenience of movement.

A pair of the cheapest cloth shoes under my feet,

Behind, carrying a huge ax?He also carried a long knife at his waist.

There is only a pistol on the left waist. It seems that he is a person who specializes in close combat.

"Hiss~huh... woman."

The 'San'er' in front of me didn't speak, the smoking leader took a deep breath and then exhaled a layer of sunlight reflected in it.

Breathe the pale blue smoke, and watch

I.

"In this hall, everything is resolved by force, but weapons are not allowed here..."

Saying that, the man glanced at me.

"do you understand?"

I nodded, slowly came down from the balcony, stood in front of this 'san'er, and then glanced at the man again.

people.

"what else?"

"If you think there is no hope, it's still time to admit defeat, give me a hundred yuan, or kneel in front of me and apologize,

Admit it, I'll pretend I didn't post this

It happened... hiss~huh... I'll give you three minutes to think about it. "

While talking, the man took another deep breath, then raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and glanced at his watch.

"Start now……"

"Wait a moment."

"Ok?"

The man who was interrupted by me froze for a moment, then put down his sleeves, raised his head to look at me, shook the cigarette in one hand, and shook it.

A trace of soot fell off, while the eyes

With a hint of doubt.

"how?"

"let's hit?"

one hundred yuan?What a joke, money in this world is so hard to earn, you must know that a hundred dollars is a lot of money for anyone.

It's a huge sum of money, although I should now

She should be regarded as a little rich woman, but she can't be so prodigal. The cow is my trophy, and the money from the sale is naturally mine.

Kneel down and admit your mistake?

Not to mention, I have never thought of this way, maybe I really can't beat the person in front of me, but even if I am beaten

Dying, want me to kneel also

It is impossible.

The man raised his eyebrows, raised his hand holding the cigarette and brushed the hair beside his ear, with a dangerous smile on his face,

Looking sideways at me.

"What did you just say? I don't seem to hear clearly? Did I hear hallucinations?"

Looking at this funny man seriously, he said calmly:

"I said, let's fight... Kneel down, it's impossible, give money, dream... Do you understand?"

Then, I looked at the 'San'er' in front of me again, and said:

"Although, fight, no, my...intention, but...not like this, yes, there is no way, it can be solved, right?"

The smile on the man's face was withdrawn almost instantly, with a cold seriousness on his face, he lowered his head, and took a deep breath

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