The originally bustling meat market frozen in an instant.

The customers who were still salivating just now seemed to have a wet hair blocked in their throats and could not make any noise.

The boy barely turned his face to look and saw a very "wet" man.

Ignoring the sarcoma on his forehead that looked like a cobra, this man actually looked quite decent, but his sweat glands seemed to be affected by radiation, and yellow sweat beads flowed all the time. Under the reflection of the dim sunlight, it was like a layer of yellow-brown scales.

"Snake, Snake..."

The butcher who was arrogant and controlled the overall situation just now was indifferent and stammered, explaining, "I, I don't know you don't plan to sell it. This sheep was brought by the fourth brother, he said, "

"Yes, Snake Lord."

The boy saw the strong man who had just tied him up and nodded in front of the "Snake Master", and said with a flattering smile, "This kid paid thousands of dollars in our gambling house for three consecutive days. Today he was caught. According to the rules, he wanted to compensate for the losses. He touched his pocket and had no bullet. All the chips were stolen. Only this good meat was worth a little money, so..."

"oh."

The snake master smiled, like a spring breeze, "Why don't you tell me?"

"Fourth Brother"'s face suddenly turned paler than the butcher, his legs trembled, and his voice became more and more distorted, "I, this, you, you are not busy dealing with the nigger these days. I think, I think, don't bother with this little thing-"

"Shh..."

Snake Master put a thin and long finger on his thin lips, blew a sigh of relief to "Fourth Brother", and smiled, "Fourth Brother, what does Snake Master like the most?"

"Excuse."

"Fourth Brother" swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said tremblingly: "Snake Master doesn't like hearing excuses the most."

"very good."

The Snake Master stopped looking at him, narrowed his eyes, half of his cold eyes shot at the butcher, and the other half was distributed to all customers, and said lightly, "Say it again, is there any problem if this sheep is not sold?"

No.

Everyone in Tombstone Town knows that Snake, the boss of the "Tianlang Gambling House", dislikes two things the most.

Excuse.

and the problem.

"Snake Master, you, you, please bring this sheep back, I really don't know!"

The butcher said with a sad face, "I'll give you another 50 kilograms of double-headed beef from the old man. Don't think it's too small. The sour rain outside has been too severe recently, and the meat is not easy to deal with..."

"No, those who don't know will not be guilty. You won't blame you for this."

The Snake Master smiled and grabbed the boy's ankle with one hand and picked him up. It was like carrying a newly born lamb. "Today's business is not good for the people in my gambling house, which will delay your business for half a day. At night, I will go to the gambling house to get fifty chips, and Snake Master will give you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Hearing the word "chips", the butcher's eyes shone, his face shook, and he drooled like the customers.

"Don't thank me, if you want to thank me, thank you 'justice'."

Snake Lord said, "Everyone in Tombstone Town and the Fierce Blood Wasteland knows that Snake Lord likes justice the most."

After saying this, Snake Master walked out with the boy backwards and walked out as if no one was around.

The crowd was like a split tide, making way for them. Although many people made "cuckoo" sounds in their throats and they almost burst into blood when they saw the boy's eyes, no one dared to say half of the word "no".

However, there are always exceptions.

"Hey, it's rare to have such a good sheep. After waiting for a long time, I won't let you cut any fragrant meat. You are so incredible to do things in Tombstone Town!"

"Bang!"

A strong man wearing level 3 armor and tattooed face stopped in front of the Snake Lord and rolled a thick canvas backpack to the ground. It was heavy inside, full of scrapped car spring steel and a freshly polished knife.

Spring steel is a good raw material for making war knives, especially the spring steel of heavy trucks. The saber-cutting technology created by the rapid development of doomsday technology after nuclear war can really cut most of the armor by one knife.

Therefore, this thing is like a bullet, a hard currency on the wasteland.

"I have money!"

The strong man with a tattooed face stared at the boy's hand and licked his lips and said, "Life is from the Snake Master, I only want one hand!"

The snake master looked at the strong man.

The strong man looked at the snake master rebelliously, and the two companions behind him also tightened the backpack filled with spring steel, holding the quick knife and pistol at his waist.

"You are the steel merchants of 'Steel Flower City'."

The snake master smiled, "'Scrap Iron Gang', right?"

"That's right."

The tattooed strong man was proud, "The materials of our scrap iron gang can create the fastest knife on the Fierce Blood Wasteland!"

"oh."

Snake nodded, "Want to eat?"

"I want to eat!"

The tattooed strong man said toughly, "We have money. We have eaten the wind and sand in the wasteland for half a month. Today we have to eat one hand!"

"clear."

The Snake Master didn't look back, "Fourth, give me the dagger, so that friends who come from Ganghua City can know the way to entertain guests in Tombstone Town."

"Yes, Snake."

"Fourth Brother" didn't understand what Snake Lord was going to do, but his guilt and fear made him react quickly, and he touched an exquisite dagger wrapped in calfskin with both hands.

No one saw the next scene, and no one expected it.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

After three sounds that were lighter than the wind blowing willow catkins, the scabbard on the tattooed man's waist became empty. "Fourth Brother"'s left hand flew high into the air, and was stabbed through the palm of his palm by a sharp and sharp knife, and the knife was steadily scribbled in the hands of the snake master.

Everyone's faces became particularly ugly.

The tattooed man looked at the empty scorpion shell scabbard around his waist, and his face was ashen.

Scrap Iron Help also beat the knife. It can hit the fastest knife on the Fierce Blood Wasteland, and naturally it can swing the knife to the fastest speed.

But his knife came to the hands of the Snake Master, and he didn't see clearly what was going on.

"Fourth Brother" was even more stunned at his left arm, sweating profusely, unable to speak a word, and dared not yell.

If Snake Master wants to chop off his hands, then he will be guilty of even squirting blood.

"please."

Snake Master slowly, slowly, slowly handed the other party's knife over, along with the "Fourth Brother"'s left hand, "The hand you want."

The tattooed strong man's lips moved, and he looked like a "fourth brother", sweat beads oozing from his forehead. He glanced at the boy who was still being held upside down by the snake master and said nothing.

"I know, you think the meat of this hand is too old and want to eat the hand of this sheep, but I tell you that the owner of this hand was once the best place to watch in Tianlang Gambling. His hands are soaked in potions every day and move countless times. Each piece is live meat, not old at all, and it is chewy enough to ensure delicious."

Seeing the tattooed man, Snake Lord almost stabbed the tip of the knife into the other party's nose, "Just be fair, Snake Lord is absolutely fair in doing things."

"Thanks……"

The tattooed man looked at Xueliang's tip and said dejectedly, "Thank you, then, then we need this hand, how much, how much?"

“Fifty spring steel.”

Snake Ye said.

"What?"

The tattooed man widened his eyes, "Snake Master, it's not that we can't afford it. Do you know how many knives can be made on the Fierce Blood Wasteland and how many hands can be chopped? Let's talk about the price!"

"Yes, one hundred spring steel."

Snake Ye said.

"This, this!"

The tattooed man was trembling all over, "Snake Master, our scrap iron gang--"

"Two hundred spring steel."

The snake master smiled and said, "This is my last bid, but not one hand, it is seven, seven hands, two hundred spring steel. The price is very fair."

Snake Master smiled while looking at the hands of the tattooed man and his two companions.

There are three scrap iron gang members, each with two hands, and the total is six.

The scrap iron helps six hands, plus one hand of the "Fourth Brother", isn't it exactly seven hands?

The tattooed man understands.

Looking at the Snake Master, the sword on the Snake Master's hand and the hands on the sword, and then looking at the countless pairs of eyes with malicious intentions around him, he gritted his teeth, shivered, and said barely: "...Okay, the deal is done, but there are only fifty items here, and other inventory is in the Nigami Gang's warehouse."

"It's okay, Snake Lord believes in you."

Snake Master said, "People who like to eat hands are very tasteful, and those with taste will never have bad reputations. Everyone is good friends. Tombstone Town welcomes all the guests. If you have time at night, you might as well go to the Tianlang Gambling House to sit there. Each person has 100 chips. Snake Master gives you free of charge. If you are lucky, you might win back two hundred spring steel overnight."

The eyes of the three scrap iron gang members also lit up like the butcher.

"Don't worry, no one dares to play tricks in Tianlang Gambling."
To be continued...