The smoker puffed on his pipe and dyed the tavern gray and white.

The old man who turned a blind eye, the mercenary with permed blond hair, the girl in the white dress, and Zhu Tian in the blue hat were all surrounded by the gray smoke.

The old man showed off his age and occasionally exchanged words with the mercenary who was shouting at him, which immediately made the other person shout "Father" or "Mother" in anger.

The smoke rose in curls, penetrating the dark air, until it drifted into Zhu Tian's nostrils. In Frank's opinion, the master was in a bad mood today.

"If you have nothing to do, just please... get out of here." Stinky Octopus said. Fortunately, he knew how to use the word "please." Upon hearing this, Zhu Tian felt that the old man's voice was full of politeness.

"Everyone, please stop." Zhu Tian said to the mercenaries, "Don't talk nonsense here."

In fact, someone noticed him when he walked in. None of the mercenaries present knew that this young man with a blue hat was the owner of Boss Frank. He helped get the silver coins stolen by Little Nightingale last time when he went to the Flower House.

, but at this time, after prostituted Little Nightingale from the Smoker's Tavern, their money was stolen again...

No one had the nerve to look at Zhu Tian. They helped you get your money back just for the sake of Boss Frank. However, you turned around to play with Little Nightingale and lost the money again?

Especially Frank, he was almost burying his head in his chest muscles.

"Master, the wine in the Smoker's Tavern has special ingredients. After drinking it, the brothers fainted and their money was stolen." Frank explained the cause of the conflict in just a few words. In fact, he didn't need to say it. Zhu Tian

The people on the side also understood roughly.

"Well, I said stop talking nonsense." Zhu Tian repeated what he said before, and then walked to the old man in the center.

Stinky octopus...well...actually, his body doesn't stink, it just has the smell of smoky smoke all year round. Ordinary people may have the urge to sneeze when they smell it, but Zhu Tian is different. Instead, he inhales it deeply.

He took a breath and sniffed the air around the old man with enjoyment. Look at the old man's hair again. The locks are tied together with strings. Hmm... the dreadlocks from another world are quite appropriate to describe the old guy.

The style is really killer...

"What...what do you call me?" Zhu Tian asked politely.

The old man turned a blind eye, and his dreadlocks spread out from his head like tentacles, which really looked like an octopus. "I told you, please get out."

"Old sir, this is just a trivial matter," Zhu Tian tapped the noble cane on the floor, lowered his head, and slowly approached the octopus. "I respect you very much, so I call you Yiyi."

Old gentleman."

"Please get out of here." The smelly octopus repeated slowly, as if Zhu Tian was demented and couldn't understand what he just said.

The mercenary just called the old man a smelly octopus. Zhu Tian thought the smell was referring to the smell. Now

It seemed that he had misunderstood. What really stinked was his temper.

Zhu Tian wanted to see some clues from the old face in front of him. He wanted to know what made this old guy so confident. If he really wanted to take action, any mercenary could tear this old man apart, but no one took action.

, just because this guy relies on his old age to show off his old skills? If this is the case, then these mercenaries have really become a joke. He must have something to rely on, instead of just relying on Palestine and Israel! "A person like you should know about the fire in Xicheng the day before yesterday

Bar?"

"I know this. Mr. Bayi killed more than three hundred people! No one in the city dared to go out that day, but I took a look from a distance." The smelly octopus said with pride in his voice, "More than three hundred people!"

In just a moment, all of us Yodelman men will be wiped out! Boy, are you afraid? Hey hey hey! Let me tell you, a considerable part of the more than 300 people are death row prisoners!" He took a puff on the pipe and smoked.

He pursed his lips and blew out the smoke from his mouth toward his nostrils.

"As you know, I was involved in this matter." Zhu Tian smiled slightly and added: "I was standing next to Palestine and Israel at the time, and I knocked some of the death row prisoners to death."

The smelly octopus had an expressionless face, as if it was turning a deaf ear.

"So, it's much more interesting to do things like murder with your own hands than to listen with your ears." When Zhu Tian said this, he suddenly changed the subject and said nonchalantly, "Old sir, can you please do me a favor?"

Pay back the hard-earned money of these brothers." After saying that, Zhu Tian narrowed his eyes.

At this time, Pique had already used his mental power to detect that there were some crossbowmen hidden in the room on the second floor. No wonder this old guy was so arrogant.

But what about the crossbowmen? After Zhu Tian confirmed the final number of people from Pique, he no longer had any worries.

There are only seven people, and they are scattered in different houses. With the help of the noble cane, they can be solved silently...

Seeing that the stinky octopus still had a stinky face, Zhu Tian finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to use some means, but at this moment, the stinky octopus suddenly opened its other eye. "If your money is taken away by our little nightingale,

, I will return it to you intact, but they can’t.”

"Just because they are Odin people?" If that is the case, Zhu Tian is a little helpless. Every place has its own rules. As a Yodelman, does he want to help the Odin people deal with his own people?

kind?

In fact, Zhu Tian does not have any prejudices about race. Whether he is an Odin or a Yodelman, he will treat them equally as long as he does not put a lamp in front of him. But at this time, he is eager to take Ba Yi and the others away, so

You can only use some special means.

Zhu Tian's attitude has always been to be polite before fighting. However, just when he was about to knock the smelly octopus unconscious with the noble cane, Emma timidly shouted out from behind him: "Grandpa Paul, don't you recognize me?

"

Paul? This old man's name is Paul? Paul the Octopus? Zhu Tian looked back and looked at Emma, ​​who had half of his head exposed. He thought to himself, this old man is quite interesting.

Coincidence?

He thought of another world where Octopus Paul was the super "prophet king" of the World Cup! He once accurately predicted the results of the World Cup in South Africa and the European Cup!

When the stinky octopus heard someone calling his real name, he finally put down the long pipe. Through the smoke, he saw the pretty face clearly. "Aha! Are you... little Emma? Really!"

I will never forget the two little pear dimples on your face, hahahaha! Good boy, come to Grandpa Paul." He put the pipe on his lap and stretched out his hands in a hug.

Huh? You old man? Who do you want to hug? Zhu Tian squeezed Emma's hand tightly to prevent her from taking a step. And Emma, ​​as if she heard Zhu Tian's thoughts, used her other hand to

She gave a breast-stroking salute and said, "Grandpa Paul, my father does know these mercenaries." She testified.

That was not what Paul cared about. He watched Emma hiding behind Zhu Tian, ​​with only half of her body exposed. "Little Emma, ​​you have grown so big. You were not like this when I hugged you last time.

The cigarette is high... I'm getting old too..." After he finished speaking, he lonelyly picked up the cigarette and started smoking again.

Is there such a connection? Zhu Tian was helpless and didn’t want to waste any more time.

"Frank, take your brothers and follow me. I will replenish the money you lost. It just so happens that I have a task here that you need to do." At most, they lost a few hundred silver coins in the Smoker's Tavern. Zhu Tian crashed the car yesterday.

The bet of 10,000 silver coins has not yet been cashed out.

Frank listened to Zhu Tian, ​​and the mercenaries listened to Frank. Moreover, with Zhu Tian's guarantee, no one had any objections...

"Grandpa Paul, I'm going home first." Emma said goodbye in a low voice.

Looking at the back of the grown-up figure, Stinky Octopus felt very emotional in his heart. He was emotional about time and the past. "Wait a minute," he groaned slightly and said hoarsely: "I can return the money to you, right?

Because this blue hat is not because of Palestine, but because of...little Emma's face!"

The mercenaries looked at each other. Some of them had lost silver coins in the flower house before, so they collected debts from Emma and chased them to her home...

"Your silver coins are the reward for my girls. After all, you don't encounter fat customers from outside the city a few times a year, so I will use my own money to compensate you." The smelly octopus said, using the pipe again and again.

He picked out a black bag from under his chair. "Maybe there are sixty or seventy gold coins here, um... I forgot the exact number. I don't care. If there is more, I will compensate you." He picked up the cigarette gun and said,
Chapter completed!