The other party already said he was from the Oasis Brotherhood, so he shot him in the head, then continued shooting and beat the body to pieces.
When Mu Fan turned around, the people behind him all retreated three meters.
Mu Fan casually pulled out the dark gold-patterned short stick behind him, and dropped the heavy end on the thick wooden table next to him.
Boom...
Then the tip of the stick slid gently, and the rustling sound when the metal rubbed against the table made people feel awe-inspiring.
"keep going."
A faint voice sounded.
Some fierce mercenaries twitched their faces, but they did not have an attack.
Mu Fan continued to glance around, his voice low and powerful.
"……keep going?"
boom!
The short stick was raised high and turned into a bolt of lightning.
The hard oak table was shattered into pieces by this blow.
"Don't you want to take action? Keep going!"
At this moment, Mu Fan's domineering and fierceness were undoubtedly revealed.
The sound shook the liquid in the wine glasses.
Finally there was a strong man with a skull tattoo on his face and a fierce look in his eyes.
He groaned, "You little bastard, I'm going to kill you today!"
boom.
A streak of white smoke suddenly appeared from the muzzle of the gun he pulled out.
Boom!
People only saw the short stick in Mu Fan's hand spinning into a phantom in an instant, and then slamming it down to the side and front in the blink of an eye.
A spark burst out in the sky.
A deep pit instantly appeared on the ground.
The spinning stick didn't stop at all, and people didn't even know why the dark gold stick was spinning so fast in Mu Fan's hands.
People just stared at the crater on the ground with dumbfounded eyes.
Block bullets!
This...tm is a fighting master!
He is still the kind of great master who can establish a sect on a planet.
Mu Fan raised his head and looked at the mercenary who was nervously taking aim and preparing to fire the second shot. The corner of his mouth curled up: "Looking for... death!"
A buzzing sound came from the ground, and the rotating stick wind instantly turned into a dark golden knife wheel in the air!
As Mu Fan's feet hit the ground heavily, an afterimage was pulled out in the air. This "knife wheel" followed Mu Fan's body and flashed through the crowd, appearing diagonally above the opponent in an instant.
The strong man with the skull tattooed on his face had a look of astonishment in his eyes, but he subconsciously raised his gun.
A cold mockery flashed in Mu Fan's eyes.
His right hand instantly pulled down diagonally from the front!
A violent flash of fire flashed, followed by an explosion of blood mist.
Land on one knee.
Amidst the humming sound, the rotating short stick gradually recovered.
Boom...this time it was a gentle knocking sound made by a short stick placed on the ground with its backhand.
The mercenary holding the gun in front of him, with the magnetic energy rifle attached to half of his upper body...
Cut directly in half.
The plasma directly covered several people nearby.
They stood there blankly, letting the warm blood flow down their heads, not daring to move at all.
In other words, their fearful soles no longer obey their orders.
The arrogant Green who came in earlier, the wheel who was crying and even vomited out his overnight meal, and the fat Jodi who just turned over and got up from the distance...
They all have only one common action at the moment.
That means swallowing saliva desperately.
They are extremely happy now, their lives are really tough.
Not even dead...
If he raised a gun like this idiot, his brain would probably be beaten into a pulp.
This dark golden heavy short stick...
Mu Fan swore it was easier to use than any other weapon he had ever used.
Just when I used the seventh stage of redemption [Fanatic Cutting], the smoothness of the flow of psionic energy and the ultimate sharpness were something no other weapon had!
When holding this short stick, Mu Fan even had a feeling in his heart.
That's what this world is like...
There is no defense that he cannot break!
【Is this an illusion?】
In the blink of an eye, the last drop of the blood-stained blood finally flowed into the floor along the dark golden pattern.
Mu Fan stood up slowly.
The surrounding crowd retreated three meters again.
Now some people were already crowding around the windows, wanting to see and run away.
As for the top-notch woman with the triangular eyes who was trying to kill her just now, they had no idea.
This is the guy who can take a bullet with a stick.
With this kind of ability and that inhuman strength, if we really want to let go of the killing, even a tavern would not be enough to kill him.
Where is this God of Death? Why haven’t I heard of it before?
Mu Fan looked to the left and then to the right, but the indifferent yet cold voice made people's hair stand on end.
"Do you think I don't dare to take action?"
"Who else wants to die..."
"stand out."
Buzz~
Buzz~
The dark golden short stick spun strangely in Mu Fan's palm.
This time, the mercenary, who had evil intentions again, looked at the mess on the ground and the two bloody corpses lying in front and behind, and did not dare to say another word.
All they could do was shake their heads silently and retreat away.
Mu Fan sneered, holding the dark gold short stick, and walked step by step to Lu Qingxue.
"Walk."
"Um."
A soft voice replied.
Those who were closest did hear it, and the sound was like jade beads falling on a silver plate, cold and sweet.
Even just listening to the voice can imagine the noble temperament and charming appearance.
but……
No one closest to him dared to show the slightest hint of evil.
Because this guy dressed as a fugitive is really too cruel.
This kind of aura can only be seen in those top mercenary groups...
This bloody style is almost on par with Blood Fang Group.
Several people suddenly had such an idea in their minds, and then they trembled all over, and the last thought was extinguished.
If it is really a group of blood teeth, then if you dare to go up there, wouldn't you be seeking death?
Mu Fan is in front and Lu Qingxue is behind.
Every time you take a step, the crowd in front automatically separates into a channel.
It can now be said that the Rice Field Bar has been penetrated by Mu Fan.
Green stood there, neither leaving nor leaving, because he found Mu Fan's eyes looking directly at him.
He swallowed hard, but fortunately, although the other four brothers around him were equally frightened, none of them ran away.
The short stick was casually held by Mu Fanti in his hand, but people would always cast their eyes over it unconsciously.
Mu Fan stood still, and Lu Qingxue behind him also stood still.
He raised his head and looked at Green opposite him, his eyes indifferent.
"Toby is dead, now I'm here to buy information from you."
Green was startled, nodded desperately, and then shook his head desperately as he remembered something.
Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, "Is this... not settled?"
Uncle Green immediately panicked, "No, no, no, I'll tell you everything I know. If I don't sell it, I'll give it away, give it away, I'll give it all to you!"
"Go out and talk."
Mu Fan and Green passed side by side, leaving only a faint voice in Green's ear.
When Mu Fan was two meters away from him, the terrifying aura still stayed in his mind, and he shook his head suddenly.
Green looked at his brothers and shouted in a low voice: "Let's go!"
The injured Wheel and Jody were set up.
Thus, for the first time, Uncle Green, the high-ranking gangster of Oasis City, enjoyed the treatment of dozens of people paying attention to him.
And among the drinkers in the entire bar, no one dared to say a word.
The broken sign at the entrance of the Rice Field Bar was still shaky, and finally fell to the ground after Mu Fan walked out. Green stepped on it without noticing.
The bar owner had a pained expression on his face.
The group finally disappeared...
Mu Fan walked leisurely in the desert-style building.
Green swore that he had never felt so cold in Oasis City that he shivered in his entire life.
Finally, after reaching a fairly spacious corner, Mu Fan stood still.