As he spoke, Mikey made a head-squeezing motion with his greasy hands. This action almost made Sean spit out his words. Just listen to his nickname and you will know that this guy has a soft spot for other people's heads.
, if I don’t crush one or two heads every day, I will feel uncomfortable and my meals will not taste good.
The problem is that this pervert has a soft spot for other people's heads. He crushes other people's heads and eats with the same hand, and he has never used chopsticks or washed his hands. Just thinking about it makes Sean disgusted.
I will never eat from the same pot with this guy again.
Before Sean could speak, Scavenger Clayton pushed back angrily: "What you have in mind is quite beautiful. It only cost the price of a cook to hire a super chef and a wizard.
Doctor, a wise man, if you have such a good thing, I'm afraid it won't be your turn."
"I'm talking, you, a guy like you who is neither a man nor a woman, have the right to interrupt." Mikey didn't even look at the other person, but directly pushed him back, "You old vulture is not squatting in your nest honestly.
, why are you running out and jumping around? Don't worry about flashing your wings, there is not so much carrion for you to eat here. If you dare to take advantage of my little brother, I will tear you apart even if I chase you to the end of the world."
"How do you talk?" The bodyguard who was inseparable from Clayton jumped out first and glared at Skull Crusher Mikey.
If placed among the Andis mountain people, he would be considered a tall and burly person, but placed in front of Skullcrusher McGee, he is like a half-grown child. Even if he is squatting, he still needs to look up, and his aura is obviously shorter.
One head.
Some people like the nicknames given to them by others. For example, McGee is very satisfied with the name of Skull Crusher. He talks about it no matter what the problem is. He even changed his flag to a big hand holding his head.
as your own unique mark.
But some people are very indifferent to nicknames given by others. Clayton is a typical example. If someone calls him a nickname in front of him, it will be like scolding him in person. He has even killed someone for this.
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He prefers the title of falconer. The eagles he has raised are among the best in the Andes Mountains. He likes to call everyone eagles, but this title is just a self-proclaimed title at best, and no one recognizes it at all.
Even the people in his territory would call him a scavenger in private.
"Want to fight?" Behind Skullcrusher McGee, a group of people stood up and cheered. They were all burly men with bare chests, black hair and muscle bumps all over their bodies. Although their height was not as exaggerated as McGee's, none of them were under two meters tall.
of.
These people have more or less the blood of the Kentana barbarians, and only that race with the blood of giants can make people grow such a tall figure in an unconventional manner, with an expression of eagerness to try, when it comes to fighting.
, they have never been afraid of anyone.
What kind of people lead what kind of soldiers? It is absolutely impossible for a rough and fierce man like Skullcrusher McGee to lead a bunch of gentle and artistic soldiers to eat large pieces of meat, drink from large bowls, and pick fights with groups when they have nothing to do.
The normal life is that if I don’t work twice a day, I feel uncomfortable all over.
The people brought by Clayton were obsessed with each game and would never do a business that was losing money. Their momentum was so bad that it would be difficult to fight such a fight.
Of course, Sean couldn't let the two sides fight and reconcile it with a smile: "No matter what grievances the two of you had in the past, please let them go today, because what we have to deal with this time is our common enemy. This time
Even if we can't remove the nail of the Bastille, as long as we cripple them, we will all have a good life in the next three to five years, don't you think so, Mr. Clayton?"
Scavenger Clayton is such a shrewd person. Sean's last sentence was directed at him. There was obviously something in his words. It meant that even if he had a private connection with Bastille in the past, it would be better to kill him.
, although there was a trace of displeasure in his heart, he still smiled and said: "What Mr. Tang said is right. I personally agree with it very much. Otherwise, my people and I would not be here, right? But I have
A small worry. All this is based on Mr. Tang's speculation. Of course, I have no doubts about Mr. Tang's ability, but there is always a chance in everything. If the people in the camp opposite did not expect it,
It is so important to win, or maybe Old Bolton is timid and unwilling to cause trouble and stays behind closed doors. Our plan is just an empty talk. With the few people we have now, if we want to bite the Bastille hard, the result will be that our teeth will be broken.
Collapse, don’t blame me for saying ugly things in front of you, my business is small and it can’t withstand the hardships. If that happens, I will quit.”
"Old vulture, what nonsense are you talking about?" Skullcrusher Mikey yelled, "Your grandpa is also one of the best heroes, how could he give birth to such an idiot like you? If your grandpa knew your current virtue, he would have
You should be pushed to death in the ditch. It’s because there are so many eggless guys like you that we let people bully us in front of our homes.”
"You are so capable, why don't you go by yourself?" Clayton looked disdainful, "I have lived for nearly thirty years, and I have never seen you really fight with them. The name of the emotional skull crusher is with
It came out of my mouth."
"When have I ever fallen behind others in dealing with those bastards?" Mikey patted his chest and said, "Which one of you dares to say that I care about dealing with those rats? I have killed as many as eight hundred rats if not a thousand.
What about you? How many of your own people have you sold to those scum over the years? Have you sold your own mother too?"
The grievances and resentments between the two people cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. The two people did not start a fight when they met, which already gave Sean enough face. It is a normal daily life to exchange a few words against each other.
This made Sean couldn't help but wonder if it was a wrong decision to invite these two masters at the same time. However, if Clayton the Scavenger is not invited, not to mention McGee, even Sean will not be worried.
rest assured.
This is a boss with absolutely no lower limit. Who knows whether he will sneak attack on the lair of Skullcrusher McGee when the fight between the two sides is the most intense.
Sean explained patiently: "This is not the first day that Mr. Clayton and I, Sean, have dealt with each other. Have I ever done something unreliable and caused you to suffer a little loss?"
"This has never happened! Although Mr. Tang is not very old, he is impeccable in his conduct and work. Even an old man like me, who has lived for almost forty years, is ashamed of himself." Clayton said sincerely.
Calculating it carefully, the two of them have known each other for seven or eight years. The first time they met, he was no taller than his own thigh. I heard that he was the miracle doctor he wanted to invite, and he almost killed the subordinate he sent out, but the other party
His sophisticated style and superb medical skills were in sharp contrast to his age, which left a deep impression on him.
I have to admit that there are indeed monster-like people in this world. If there wasn't a frightening warlock standing behind him, it's hard to say whether he would have let the other person live until now. Human nature is selfish.
Especially in this barbaric world without legal restrictions, when seeing a genius who is almost a monster, the first reaction is to kill him to prevent him from riding on his head in the future.
"That's an exaggeration." Sean smiled and said, "I will not give you an empty promise, but not long ago, my sentry reported that the people of Bastille had left the city, and their number was no less than two thousand. They finally
Elite marksmen were sent out as whistles, possibly led by Burton, the Lord of the Bastille."
"What?" Skullcrusher Mikey jumped up when he heard this, his eyes were burning with blazing fire, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Is it really the old fox who went out in person?"
"The news is absolutely correct. There is only a 60-70% chance that Bolton will lead the team in person. This is based on the sharpshooting school guard who is always with him. In order to hide, the sentry did not observe and verify it at close range." Sean said it truthfully.
The answer was that he was very aware of the extent of Skullcrusher McGee's hatred for Lord Bolton of the Bastille, so he did not finish his sentence. As the saying goes, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
It is said that the death of McGee's mother was directly related to the slave hunting team. The murderer back then could no longer be identified. Therefore, when he grew up, McGee hated the original instigator, Burton, and believed that without him, there would be no future.
His mother would not die during the vigorous slave hunting activities.
Although this logic is a bit gangster, Burton is indeed the instigator of the slave hunting movement, and it is not unjust to be hated for this.
"Sixty to seventy percent is already quite big." Mikey circled excitedly, "This old bastard, the older he gets, the less courageous he becomes. In the past ten years, he has been nesting in his turtle shell and refused to come out. He wants to find
There is no chance for his troubles. He must not be allowed to escape this time. You have a smart mind. The people I brought will be under your command. I only have one request. That old guy's life is mine. I want it.
Crush that old bastard’s head with your own hands.”
"No problem." Sean agreed without hesitation. Even if Skullcrusher McGee wanted to lead the army, he would not give it to him. As soon as the opponent saw blood, he would enter a state of mindless and violent killing. Under his leadership,
, except for a mindless charge, it is a mindless charge, there is no strategy at all.
The eyes of Sean and Skullcrusher McGee turned to Scavenger Clayton at the same time. Compared with the former's gentle gaze, the latter's murderous intention and threat were obvious. If he dared to say no, he would get angry on the spot.
he.
Scavenger Clayton had a sudden thought, and secretly regretted in his heart. He knew that Sean, a little fox, was difficult to deal with, so why did he bother to take a trip into this muddy water?
After careful calculation, I have never gotten any benefits from this little guy. Even if I did, in hindsight, it was just bait thrown to me by others. The price I paid later was even greater. But in the process, I was also the one.
Those who get benefits really can't cause trouble to others.
That's right, it's not Skullcrusher McGee that really scares Scavenger Clayton, but Sean, who seems harmless to humans and animals. There is an old saying among Andis people, a dog that barks does not bite, but a dog that bites.
Among dogs who don’t bark, Sean obviously belongs to the latter group.
"Listen to the arrangements." People under the eaves have to lower their heads and adapt to the wind. It is common for him to swallow his anger. Anyway, it is he who has the final say whether to listen or not.
Clayton soon discovered that he had underestimated Sean's abilities. The other party actually placed people around him, and after a simple reorganization, he was completely eliminated.
This kind of arrogance is very fragile. In normal times, as long as he goes out and shows his face, this kind of emptiness will disappear. The problem is that the bear of Skullcrusher McGee has been following him from the beginning to the end, looking at him with malicious intent.
Holding his own head, he could only do it to the end.
Clayton was secretly furious in his heart. As long as he was given a chance, he would never let these two guys have an easy time. Damn it, he actually plotted against me.