What Luke Cage said made Bulcasso interested, and he completely ignored Gil's steps of grabbing his hand and trying to leave.
"I'm not telling you about this guy. I'm saying that if you don't have any relatives, then you may be successful here, but you will bring a burden."
Of course, Luke Cage saw Bulcasso's interested gaze and quickly changed the topic.
He had already felt the thrilling momentum of the Barbarian King's anger that day, and he believed that even if Kingpin wanted to hurt this tall and burly old man, he would not get any good results.
But things are different now. A strong man with children means that he has weaknesses.
Those guys are not comic book villains who rush in to fight openly and honestly, but gang members who will use everything available to achieve their goals.
Luke Cage's excessive sense of justice forced him to bite the bullet and remind Bulkeso, but such a thing was already the limit of what he could do.
After all, how can anyone in this world give his all to help others for no reason? At least he, Luke Cage, doesn’t have such a high level of consciousness yet.
That kind of person is a saint and will never appear in Hell's Kitchen.
Luke Cage thought so in his heart, and at the same time he also felt that he was being a little nosy.
It's a pity that he doesn't recognize the tight-fitting pervert he calls, that younger brother Xia is almost a saint.
The reason why it was close was because he would not naively choose to influence those bastards, but would instead break his hands and feet and throw them at the door of the police station.
"Are you afraid that whatever I cause will involve this little guy?"
Bulcaisel seemed to be thinking. People who knew him well knew that when the barbarian showed a thinking expression, it was not that he was using his brain, but that he was bored.
Who can expect a tribe that is quicker to act than think to think of a way out first?
If this were the case, that group would not be called barbarians.
"Young man, do you seem to have any misunderstandings about me? Why do you think I will cause big trouble here?"
Burquetso held Jill's head and suddenly found that the short stubble of hair actually felt good.
Luke Cage looked at Bulkesso as if he were looking at a monster.
With the temper Bulcaisso showed that day, why did he think he wouldn't cause trouble in this place where violence is everywhere?
With your courage to kill all the enemies!
It's never easy to understand what's going on in Hell's Kitchen.
The dispute between the two will only gradually expand to the two groups, and it will only subside until the higher-ups can no longer stand it.
In addition, it can only end when the next group survives.
Gil stretched out his hand and pressed Bulcasso's rough hand, and took it off his head.
"Okay, if you insist."
Luke Cage still gave up on continuing the topic.
His sense of justice allows him to say this to a stranger, which can be regarded as the most benevolent thing.
"If you need help one day, you can go to the blacksmith shop over there and find me. Don't worry, I'm the only blacksmith shop in that place."
Bulcaisel glanced at Luke Cage with a meaningful look and pointed in the direction of his home.
"Whether it's a sword or protective gear, I always have what you want."
Bulcaisel finished the last sentence with a smile and walked towards the supermarket with Jill.
In this country, if you want to buy some relatively fresh food raw materials, then the best choice is to go to the supermarket.
Those convenience stores only have some fast food and food that can only fill the stomach. They generally do not sell ingredients. After all, refrigeration of ingredients also costs money.
"Uncle, what ingredients are we buying?"
Gil struggled to raise his little head, only in this way could he see the face of the tall Bulcasso.
For an eleven-year-old child, a height of about 1.3 meters is a bit short.
But it's not a big deal. If he has the chance to become a barbarian, Bulcaisel doesn't mind bleeding a little to help him complete the inauguration ceremony.
Although not every barbarian is as tall as Bulcasso, the shortest barbarian is still 1.8 meters tall.
Coupled with the Nephalem bloodline in Bulkatho's body, which is getting closer and closer to his ancestors as he becomes stronger, this boy will not be too short.
"The first thing is to buy some vegetables you like, and some seasonings I like. Of course there must be some meat."
Bulcaisel's voice was as quiet as possible, but it still sounded like a loud shout.
Fortunately, they haven't entered the relatively confined space of the supermarket yet.
Otherwise, the ordinary people around him may suffer unreasonable disasters.
"Then I have to buy some milk. Mom said I need to drink more milk to grow taller."
Burquetso could see the tears in Gil's eyes when he talked about his mother, and he couldn't help but squat down and hold Gil's head.
"Then buy more. I think our refrigerator at home also needs to be filled with something."
Bulcasso looked at Jill holding back her tears, and couldn't help but feel some emotional fluctuations.
"If I had accepted the pursuit of those female warriors earlier, wouldn't I have a grandson by my side?" Bulkesso began to think wildly.
The female barbarian warriors are all tall and strong, which actually fits the description of beautiful.
Powerful muscles and a strong but not stiff body can be said to be attractive.
Barbarian female warriors are very popular partners even in shelters. Of course, the premise is that you must be a strong person, otherwise these proud female warriors are not in the mood to marry a man who can't even kill demons.
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But Bulcaisel still wanted to find a partner who was not very similar to him. After all, it was enough to have a barbarian in the family.
When a soldier leaves the battlefield and loses the environment that forces him to focus on doing things, his brain is more active than ever.
It would be better to say that there were only a few questions that he thought about most during his fighting career.
Where is the devil?
My backpack is full, don't treat me like a mule.
Where is the way to the next level?
Besides, this guy doesn't even think about what he's going to eat next.
After all, you can't expect a guy who can fill a hut with hard black bread to have much pursuit of food.
He is not a mage who pursues refinement, nor is he a religious monk.
He has only one requirement for food, that is, it must be edible.
"Uncle, please stop touching the top of your head. I feel like my head is almost covered with pulp."
Gil tried hard to get out of Bulcaisel's clutches, but with one hand held, he couldn't resist the barbarian's power.
Bulcaisso, who was lost in his wild thoughts, did not feel his struggle at all.
After all, how to make him feel something is something even the devil is curious about.
Every time they see Bulcasso with wounds all over his body, but expressionless and waving weapons to kill him, those demons will wonder if they are angels, and Bulcaisso is the devil.
The power of fire and arcane magic cannot make him make a sound, and even if the poison dyes his body a miserable green, he can chop off the demon's head without any reaction.
"Okay, let's start purchasing."
Bulcaisel stood up and led Jill towards the supermarket.
This chapter has been completed!