Xiacheng District, underground streets, sunset bars.

"You should really go and see it the day before yesterday. It was such a huge crowd... Especially when the second prince appeared, I couldn't help but follow the call - Hey, boy! Watch the road!"

A ten-year-old boy holding a bag full of potatoes squeezed past the fat and vicious Edmund with a grimace.

Edmund snorted and turned back to continue playing with the food on the plate: "Hey, you didn't know, right? The new prince's name is Thales, exactly the same name as the little black-haired villain who used to come here to mess with things...

Boy, why are you looking back? What does His Highness have to do with you? Keep going to work!"

"I heard that the philandering Kessel is going to take his life to sue for peace with Exeter - today the market is full of people talking about this matter, and everyone is filled with righteous indignation, saying that the Lords of the Stars are all cowards.

, cannot protect the country, the royal family has sacrificed too much for the stars... Bah, you don’t know about the bright star royal family that has purged madmen, twelve years ago, I was in front of the palace gate..."

In front of Edmund, a young girl wearing tight trousers and a sleeveless jacket was playing with her short brown hair in boredom, leaning on the food delivery window between the front desk and the back kitchen, with a look of despair.

I saw this neat and sassy brown-haired girl, her face twitching, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"I say, before you break it into pieces - give me that plate of steak!"

Edmund raised his head with an angry look on his face.

He looked at the female bartender of the Sunset Bar, Yara Sarriton, angrily, and pushed the steak in her hand fiercely.

Yara turned around and handed the steak to the timid little girl with a scar on her face outside the front desk.

Edmund behind him snorted: "What an attitude! Uncle just wants to have a little chat with you...to enlighten you so that you can forget about that golden-haired green-skinned heartless man..."

Yara rolled her eyes fiercely, her delicate face was as long as the face of a pen tube, turned her head, and replied angrily:

"Damn fat man! If you talk about this matter again - I will give you the girl of your dreams..."

"Hey!" Edmund, the fat cook, suddenly changed his face. He raised his chubby hand and patted the food delivery window twice:

"You want to fall out if we don't agree with each other? I'm just concerned about the love process of my lovely niece. You know, the most important thing for two people is that they have a common language. If a gangster bartender hangs out with a police officer..."

Unable to bear it, Yara punched the bar hard!

"Everyone listen up!"

Yala said loudly and roughly, attracting the attention of all the drinkers:

"My uncle who is still single at the age of forty-one, the cook of the Sunset Bar, Edmund Scratch, the woman I love most in my life is..."

At that moment, Edmund took in a sharp breath like a pet cat's fur!

Before Yara could reveal that name, the fat cook roared with the greatest strength in his life:

"stop--!"

Yala closed her mouth and looked at him with contempt.

She said disdainfully: "Single, coward, unrequited love."

Edmund glared at his niece dejectedly and said coquettishly:

"Um...the potatoes are gone, I'm going to restock..."

Cindy, who came in with another bag full of potatoes, watched with confusion as Edmund left the kitchen as if he was running away.

The potatoes... are gone? Then what I am carrying is...

At this moment, a boy with his right hand wrapped in a cloth stumbled in with a look of panic on his face!

"He-they-they're coming!"

With a crying face and a bruise on his head, Ryan threw himself into the bar.

The poor child was hugged by a surprised Xinti.

Yala's face darkened and she put down the rag in her hand.

Kolya, who had just returned from delivering the meal, raised her head and looked at the door and couldn't help but start to tremble.

With a pale face, she looked at a dozen fierce and fierce figures in black, unceremoniously pushed aside the drinkers blocking the way, and walked slowly into the bar.

The noisy bar suddenly became quiet.

"Go to the kitchen."

Yala stretched her hands to her legs and said calmly to the three beggars.

But among the dozen or so people, two thugs in black walked out with evil looks on their faces, blocking the door from the bar to the kitchen.

The three beggars shrank and hid away from Yara.

"What do you mean?"

Yara asked angrily: "This is the Sunset Bar! It's not a black street - even Maurice doesn't dare to act wild here!"

But this group of thugs remained unmoved. They just walked to various corners of the bar with indifferent expressions, as if standing guard.

A resolute thug who looked like a tough guy at first glance pulled out a single-sided ax from behind.

Under the angry and frightened gazes of several drinkers, he looked cold and picked up the ax blade with one hand.

Cutting towards a wine table.

"Boom!"

The huge force broke the wine table in half and flew across the table!

Many drinkers held their heads in panic to protect themselves from flying debris.

The resolute axeman turned his head coldly and shouted to the other people in the bar:

"The brotherhood is doing business, get out."

The drinkers in the bar recognized the identities of these people and whose subordinates they were.

‘Thunderaxe’ Ostru, one of the thirteen generals of the Brotherhood.

They are the group of "hardheads" responsible for cross-border arms smuggling.

There was a crashing sound, and many people got up without hesitation and left the bar as if they were running away.

Right now!

A ray of silver lightning flew towards Ostrow at extremely high speed!

It was a flying knife with a weird arc.

Sunset Bar is famous for its wolf leg knife!

Ostru's expression changed, and the blade of his ax flew, knocking away the flying knife in time.

"Ding!"

But Ostru was shocked!

He was shocked to find that there was a strange power on the flying knife, vibrating and transmitted to his hand.

It made him freeze involuntarily.

Ostru gritted his teeth and resisted the shock: What on earth is this?

A faster and slim figure, already grabbing another knife, was flying towards him from the bar counter!

Sniper knife!

Go straight to the throat!

Ostrow, who was still stiff, narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't avoid it.

But the expected splatter of flesh and blood never came.

Yara gritted her teeth and looked in disbelief as the knife she was supposed to cut into Ostru's throat was tightly held in a hand wearing an iron glove.

The owner of the iron glove is a middle-aged man with scars on his face.

He stood beside Yara, and at the critical moment, he grabbed the Sariton family's instant-kill knife!

"I still remember that as a Sariton who gave up his ancestral profession, you are just a useless mortal," the middle-aged Scar said indifferently: "If it weren't for the 'Anti-Scimitar', you wouldn't even be a bartender here.

There's no chance - the fraternity doesn't collect trash."

"But judging from the strange vibration on your knife - you have become a super master without knowing it." The middle-aged man let go of the blade in his hand and hummed softly: "It seems that the one from Hongfang Street

Killing and fighting make you go one step further - indeed, the people of the Sarriton family can only improve their skills through blood."

Yara took a step back with an angry look on her face, gritted her teeth, and looked at the enemy in front of her.

Damn it.

After Red Square Street, she has obviously made such great progress.

She has reached the super level and has mastered the "tremendous shock" - but why, this guy can catch her instant killing knife!

The remaining drinkers whispered to each other and left in dejection. One of them had a puzzled look on his face and wanted to reason about something, but was immediately pulled away by a knowledgeable drinker next to him.

They recognized the middle-aged man with scars on his face.

He is the arms smuggling boss second only to "The Uncrowned Fist" Cinza among the six giants of the Brotherhood.
To be continued...