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Chapter 552 The Grand Lich Is Still Lurking

"Hey, these three people seem to be very rich, but they actually bought bread for some brats to eat."

"Hmph, I think they are probably rich people, and today's wine money has been settled."

His ears moved slightly, and Wu Ming, who was walking ahead, glanced behind him with a smile on his face.

These are two homeless men, with the same disheveled appearance as the refugees, but their eyes are fierce and full of greed.

Some of these refugees who fled into Tibula were ordinary country people, some were robbers who robbed their homes, and they had various occupations.

Obviously, these two people are the latter, with a faint murderous look on their bodies, and their waists are also bulging.Perhaps, it may not be possible to ask them to go outside the city to fight the skeleton soldiers, but facing their own people, they are all hungry wolves, and if they stare at you, they will tear off two pieces of meat.

"Boy, stop."

A homeless man noticed Wu Ming's gaze, took two quick steps, and took out a dagger from his pocket.

Another homeless man, holding a short knife, blocked Wu Ming's side, and said with a smirk, "Brother, money is tight recently, so you don't mind borrowing some money?"

"Never mind, I really mind."

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth turned up slightly, without even looking at the dagger in front of him, he smiled and said, "Do you know whose territory this is?"

"What?" Before the tramp could react, he felt a pain in his wrist, and the blade of the dagger flashed through his eyes.

puff!
Blood was sprayed, and the homeless man knelt down on the ground, clutching his neck.

Seeing his companion being killed, another homeless man was startled and angry, and stabbed Wu Ming with a short knife.

Wu Ming didn't move a bit, the dagger in his hand arrived first, and he poked it before the tramp, and the dagger pierced into the opponent's chest with a "puchi".

"You, you..." Because of the pain, the homeless man's face was distorted, and there was still disbelief in his eyes.

Wu Ming leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and whispered: "This is my territory!"

Since the existence of the North Alliance, the underground forces in Bragg have been under the control of the North Alliance.

As the leader of the new generation, Wu Ming is the king of the underground here. Two little thieves dare to attack him. They are really rats serving as escorts for cats. They want money but not life.

After killing two people in a row, the greedy eyes around him disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Wu Ming smiled coldly, as if he had crushed two ants to death, he continued to lead Lucy and the two towards the contact point in the city.

In the city of Bragg, there is the headquarters of the Norse Alliance, hidden in a bar.

Different from the depression of other industries, because of the invasion of the undead, the North Alliance has an opportunity to expand.

Countless homeless foreign professionals either joined the city guards or were absorbed by major forces.

As the biggest dark force in the city, North Alliance is also the first choice of many people. When Wu Ming walked into the bar, he saw dozens of professionals at least.

"Tell the butchers that I'm back." Walking to the bar counter, Wu Ming casually dropped a seal.

The bartender is an old man. He has seen the appearance of this seal, but he has not seen Wu Ming's real face. He couldn't help but say: "You"

"Paul, go." Wu Ming changed his voice and smiled at the bartender in the tone of Nuos.

Paul froze for a moment. Many people in the league knew him, but few knew his name.

Moreover, he was too familiar with the voice of the leader North, and Wu Ming had arranged this position for him.

After sneaking a look at Wu Ming, Paul lowered his head and left.

Half an hour later, the butcher, the watchman, the executioner, the gambler, and the four little bosses gathered.

Wu Ming sat at the bar counter, holding a glass of rum in his hand, and hooked his fingers at the four of them: "The last time we got together was three months ago. Thinking about it makes people miss it. Now, we are together again." We got together, although the clown and nightingale were not there, but most of the people were finally gathered, are you happy?"

The watchman was the oldest, smoking a pipe and nodding repeatedly, his smiling eyes narrowed.

The executioner didn't like to talk, and sat there without saying a word.

The other two people, the gambler with poker and the butcher with a shaved head, looked at Wu Ming noncommittally, with different emotions in their eyes.

"Are you really North?" The butcher grinned. After speaking, he glanced at the gambler and asked, "Gambler, do you believe that our leader is just a half-grown child?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, try it." The gambler urged the butcher while playing with poker.

The butcher nodded slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, sat next to Wu Ming, and said in a low voice, "I don't believe it, I want to try."

"Okay." I haven't seen each other for more than three months, and the strength of the North Alliance has greatly increased. It is inevitable that the people below have different thoughts.

Wu Ming slowly stretched out a finger, shook it twice at the butcher, and said, "One finger."

Whoosh.

Swipe down with your finger, across the butcher's neck.

The butcher hadn't figured out what was going on, so he laughed while holding the wine glass, and said with a smile, "Are you making me laugh, I'm googoo."

A blood-red thin line appeared on the neck, and the hot blood flowed down unstoppably.

The poker cards in the gambler's hands were instantly deformed.

He is not a reckless man like a butcher, but a thief who pursues speed, and a gambler who dominates the casino.

But even with his eyesight, he could barely see it. Wu Ming shook it with his nails, and the rest could not be seen clearly.

"I am North, is there any objection?" Wu Ming asked with a blank expression as he gently stretched out his hand and pushed the butcher's body to the ground.

Silence, no one spoke, just looked at the butcher struggling on the ground, and the pool of blood extending outward.

Three seconds later, the watchman put down his cigarette pouch and was the first to speak: "Of course there is no objection. You are the leader, and we must listen to you."

Wu Ming glanced at the watchman, not surprised by this choice.

In the North Alliance, there are two small groups and two scattered people who don't care about anything.

Clowns and executioners are casual people, as long as they eat and drink well, they are not keen on the rights of the alliance.

The remaining small groups are the butcher and the gambler, and the nightingale and the watchman.

During this time, Nightingale had been by Wu Ming's side. Given her relationship with the watchman, it was normal for her to say a few words.

Therefore, among these people, the watchman who seems to be a good guy is actually the one who knows him best.

As for the unknown butcher and the gambler, one was already lying on the ground, and the other was shaking with his poker hand, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"Don't be afraid, those who like to gamble are smart people. You must be very smart to call a gambler, and you won't die as early as him." Wu Ming patted the gambler on the shoulder and pushed the butcher's beer over.

Sweat dripped from the gambler's face, he forced a smile, nodded and said, "Thank you, leader."

"You're welcome, we're all our own people, so there's no need to see outsiders like this."

Wu Ming smiled and waved his hands, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and he said, "By the way, did any major events happen in Bragg recently?"

The watchman was the first to shake his head, and the rest of them thought about it, and they also shook their heads as an answer.

Seeing that everyone was shaking their heads, Wu Ming was surprised. Mentioning that Prague is the place where the big event started, Green and the early bosses are here, so how could it be calm.

"Is there anything strange about the city lord's mansion?" Wu Ming thought of the city lord's mansion, and of Ke Rando who occupied the magpie's nest.

"No, the city lord organized nobles to give porridge to the victims two days ago. I didn't see anything special." Everyone's answer was still simple, and there was nothing of value.

Wu Ming was even more surprised. He tapped his wine glass and whispered, "Shi Porridge, is he so kind?"

The one in the City Lord's Mansion has long been replaced by people from the undead tribe. The current Earl Cullen is actually the Grand Lich Korando in disguise.

No matter how you look at it, this is not an honest and responsible person, and he hasn't jumped out after so long. Could it be that he is addicted to playing lurking.

(End of this chapter)