What does it mean to be so special?

In the eyes of these gods, can my life be in danger in Pi City?

Li Ke was puzzled. Although Camille was able to stalemate with him in the simulation, it was obviously the result of the other party's enhancement. It was not impossible to do it regardless of the cost.

After all, his most powerful skill, Blood Vigor, is not very effective against Camille.

This is like a vampire versus a T800. Apart from forcibly dismantling the T800, it is absolutely impossible to suck the blood of the T800 to death.

As for why robots in the alliance are sucked to death by vampires...

The blind monk can also be blinded!

But how do you think about it, unless everyone in Pi City unites as one, will his life be in danger with the ability he has shown now? Will there be things that he, Li Ke, can't accomplish?

Li Ke didn't believe it at all.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a burst of noise in the tavern, and the next moment, a figure crashed through the broken door and flew out.

Li Ke dodged to the side, and the person who flew out fell to the ground hard. After Li Ke saw the other person's appearance, he was a little concerned, because the other person had a very classic tough guy face, and he still had something in his mouth.

A cigar.

After being thrown to the ground, he started to curse, and while getting up, he took a deep puff of his cigar.

"Toby you idiot!"

As he spoke, the man rushed to the tavern again.

Li Ke waited for a while and did not enter the tavern directly. Instead, he listened to the sound of punches and kicks inside and counted three.

Then the dilapidated tavern door was completely destroyed, but this time it was different. This time, two figures flew out.

One of them is still the big man who looks very tough, but this time he is much more embarrassed. Not only does he have several bruises on his face, but he can't open one of his eyes.

"Damn it! There are many of you and you are bullying the few, right?"

Next to him is a butter boy who can be said to be 'greasy'. He has that kind of person based on his temperament, but this person is not as calm as the tough guy next to him.

He covered his eyes that could not be opened, rolled on the ground in anger and pain, and spoke in a complaining tone.

"My face! Graves! You idiot! Can't you wait until I finish speaking before taking action!"

The tough-faced Graves immediately answered the other party with a violent and aggrieved roar.

"Idiot! Didn't I think they could take away my gun?"

Wearing a bartender's uniform and a mustache, the little cream boy was not beaten at all. He cursed and stood up with the help of Graves. His face became quite ugly when he looked at the thugs pouring out of the pub.

"That's why I said you're a fool! Don't do anything later! I'll tell you!"

While cursing and adjusting his collar, the man named Toby looked at the opponent who walked out slowly - the opponent he had won thirty-two cards, and planned to resolve the conflict with words.

"That's not because they plan to default on their debt!"

Graves was obviously not convinced, but after looking at the comparison of the numbers on both sides, he still kept his mouth shut.

When he made his move before, there were only two or three people around the other party. Who would have thought that after he made his move, so many tough men would emerge!

He felt cheated.

But just when he was about to give in, the man he called Toby saw the reflection on the broken wine bottle. He picked up the broken wine bottle with a look of horror and looked at himself in disbelief.

Dark circles on eyes.

"My handsome face! I have a date tonight! You have to pay the price!"

Angry, he smashed the wine bottle in his hand at the thugs who came out, and then he rushed over like an angry lion, throwing the thug who punched him to the ground, and then waved directly

with his own fist.

He even used his face to pay for the room and dinner at night!

How can he go to a rich woman's house for free sex next time?

"Damn it! You didn't even ask me to do it!"

Graves let out an excited roar, and then with a roar he rushed towards the two thugs who were planning to attack Toby, and rolled into a ball on the ground with them.

Then the two men started fighting with this group of people, but it was obvious that without using their guns, the two men were no match for more than a dozen people.

Soon, Li Ke was drinking fruit wine and watching these two people being picked up by two strong men.

"Well, can you not slap me in the face and down there? I still have to rely on this to make a living..."

The pretty boy had a few more scars on his face, but what he was most concerned about now was what the gang planned to do next, because the thug in front of him took out a finger tiger and put it on his hand.

Obviously, the gang boss they offended planned to teach them a profound lesson.

"Do you want to make a living from this? Boy? Aren't you very good at playing cards?"

A man dressed very gentlemanly came over, holding a stack of cards in his hand. He walked up to the cream boy named Toby, and then patted his swollen face with the cards in his hand.

Face.

Then he made a three sign in front of the other party.

"You rely on your face to make a living... Thirty cards, you play a straight flush, you treat me like a fool? Tell me what your name is again? Aren't you very good at playing cards? You make a living by playing cards. Just come out and fool around.

But depending on your background and origin, who do you think you are, how dare you play tricks on me like this?!"

It could be seen that he was very unhappy because the person in front of him didn't give him any face at all. It was just a recreational card game, but the other party regarded him as a fool.

If he had changed his winning method, he would have treated himself like a magic show and given the money. After all, the other person was very sweet and it was interesting to listen to what he said.

However, thirty cards are all flush, whose IQ are you looking down on?!

Whenever he has a hand that is not a straight flush, he will give him money, but others want him to win with a straight flush!

Can this be tolerated?!

"Listen to me, this is actually a misunderstanding."

The man named Toby now wants to ask for peace again. He admitted that he was a little arrogant after seeing his face being beaten just now, but doesn't he understand now?

"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding. You two had better think about living in that sewer today to be more comfortable!"

The gentleman in a suit raised his hand and threw the cards onto the man named Toby. The cards were scattered all over the sky.

Graves next to him looked happy. He struggled hard. While the man named Toby was also struggling, he swung his body hard and blew hard at the same time, blowing a card to that place.

In the hands of a man named Toby.
Chapter completed!