In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

"Go away, don't make me say it a second time."

"Don't be so excited. I'm just ordering some gadgets to help you have fun and improve training efficiency. It won't do you any harm to use less."

This guy was rejected by Weston, but he didn't leave. He still kept pestering him with this disgusting smile on his face.

"listen!"

Weston reached out, grabbed the guy's neck, brought him close to his face, and spoke to him face to face.

"You know what you are, and so do I. If I'm not interested in you, don't mess with me."

After saying that, Weston loosened his grip and the wretched man fell to the ground with his feet off the ground.

"Boy, don't cause trouble for yourself, there are many of us."

The wretched man got up, threatened Weston, then turned and left.

Weston understood what the other party meant. He was afraid that Weston would go to the black dog of the Discipline Department to complain.

But Weston had no such interest.

The black dogs in the Discipline Department are not Chinese police or even American police.

Only the police under a system like China's would make such huge sacrifices, charge forward one after another, embark on the anti-drug front, and isolate the danger from the people.

Although American police are scolded, they also hate troublesome things like drugs. Of course, except for the black police.

More than 89% of the cases in which police officers in the United States endanger their lives involve drugs.

But the black dogs of the Discipline Department in the wizarding world are different.

The black dogs of the Discipline Department, who have powerful power, can clean up these gangs in the sludge at the bottom ten or eight times.

But the black dog people in the Discipline Department didn't think it was necessary.

What the low-level combat wizards need is not a comfortable environment, but a low-risk area to allow them to maintain a sense of crisis.

In this way, they will have a higher survival rate after leaving the Wizard Tower and entering the high-risk area of ​​the wilderness.

It was the deliberate connivance of the black dogs of the Discipline Department that allowed these poisonous bugs to be active and appear in places like the training center.

But today, this poisonous insect was unlucky.

He had just left the training center when he was blocked by two black dogs from the Discipline Department.

Lan Hua's Black Dog team members, who were monitoring Weston's every move, were not sure whether this poisonous insect was that guy in disguise.

Or maybe that guy instigated the cultists to come over and contact Weston secretly.

For safety reasons, the black dogs took the poisonous insect back and tortured it severely.

After confirming that he was just a poor little boy who knew nothing, he was thrown out of the Discipline Department.

Lan Hua, who was busy with other things, didn't know that his members of the Discipline Force had inadvertently given Weston some fun.

The poisonous insect who lost most of his life and all his belongings in the Discipline Department could not explain to the gang leader above.

He would never dare to run away.

He couldn't leave the Adamantine Gear Wizard Tower. If he hid there, he would be dug out.

By then, the poisonous insects will die even more miserably.

Du Chong simply went to see the gang leader despite the injuries all over his body from being tortured by the black dog.

Although he was punished and slapped a few times by the gang leader, the poisonous insect successfully passed the blame to Weston, who refused to drink and was fined.

The next day, the gang leader and a group of younger men went to the training center to block people.

It's a pity that they left early, and Weston left even earlier.

In order to train his suppressive shooting skills and gun mad skills, Weston arrived at the training center before dawn.

In the training center, the gangsters were arrogant and did not dare to take action.

As an official place, this is not a place where gangsters can do whatever they want.

But snakes have their own paths, and rats have their holes.

The gangsters who obtained Weston's name at the training center left the training center.

It took a little effort to find Weston's place to stay.

When Weston returned to his room exhausted, he saw five or six gang members filling his room and waiting for him for a long time.

"Captain, the people from 208 have just returned."

In the owner's lounge of this small hotel, He Qi, a member of the Black Dog Team of the Discipline Department, walked in and reported to team leader Ao Jiahui.

Oga, the commander of the Discipline Force, who still had messy gray hair, was reclining on the boss's chair in a daze.

After hearing the report from his subordinate He Qi, he immediately became energetic and sat up from the boss's chair.

"Anand, quickly turn on our monitoring equipment and listen to the conversation in Room 208."

Vice-captain Anand looked at captain Olga whose face was full of gossip.

"Captain, this is not good. They are just a bunch of gangsters and trash. Just let people drive them away. There is no need to play with that kid like this!"

"You know what? We are just watching a show... No, we are investigating a case. I seriously suspect that there are people from the Dragon of Destruction cultists among these gangsters. They must have heard the news and came here to do something. thing."

"That little guy survived the evil dragon sacrificial ceremony. Once the cultists find out, they will never let him go."

Seeing captain Olga talking nonsense seriously, Anand felt like he was suffering from trigeminal neuralgia.

Cultist?

Since the evil dragon sacrifice incident, all the cultists in the city have been closely monitored by people from their Discipline Department, and there are still cultists running around everywhere.

Captain Ojia is obviously just idle and bored, just watching the excitement.

However, the world is big and the current one is the biggest.

Facing the captain Oga who was in charge of him, the deputy captain Anand was unable to resist and could only obediently turn on the monitoring equipment of the Discipline Department.

Through the thick walls, this witchcraft device clearly played the sounds in Weston's room.

When he walked into his room and saw the poisonous insect who wanted to sell him something yesterday, Weston roughly guessed what happened.

Weston was unable to defeat four people with just two fists. With so many people in the room, he didn't want to bring trouble to himself, so he sat down obediently and started negotiating with the gang leader opposite.

The gang leader also knew that the young combat wizard in front of him looked like a rookie who had just graduated from the academy. But he has classmates, an agent, and many people behind him, so he can't mess around.

But someone must also bear the loss of profits to the gang.

That poisonous insect has sold himself to the gang a long time ago. Even if he is killed, he will not be able to squeeze out a ounce of oil, and it will definitely not be able to make up for the gang's losses.

And if he takes advantage of this young fighting wizard, he will not be able to recover the gang's losses.

The gang leader would never mind having the money deducted from his share.

In this fucking dark world, it's not easy for gangs to survive.

Weston looked at the gang leader in front of him calmly and understood that now he could not get rid of this trouble by proving that he did not report the poisonous insect.