After being auctioned, I was taken by Long Aotian... [Xi Huan]

The voice was so low and sweet, and a wonderful tremor poured from the back of his neck and radiated from his spine to his whole body.It only made people's scalp numb, Se Luo's body trembled, and he hummed in a low voice. He turned his head to look for the speaker, only to see a deep darkness.

Shadows stalked the walls, but the lights did not shake at all.Sero followed with his eyes until the corner of the room, where the shadows converged into a human shape.The mysterious man leaned out from the shadows, like a fish floating on the surface of black water.

He calmly put his hands on the table, motionless and silent.

Sero made a grimace, lazily approached him and asked, "Beer?"

He nodded slightly and stopped speaking.

Sero scratched his short hair suspiciously, and even once wondered if it was his own auditory hallucination just now.Sero brought the beer and gently placed it on the mysterious man's table.He remained silent, he didn't even raise his eyebrows.

If he said what he said just now, what's the point of him making that kind of promise?Sero couldn't afford to think about these things. The busy daily life in the Old Hans Hotel quickly occupied all his thoughts.

The guest who did not want to disclose his name stayed in the hotel. Not only did they not talk again, they didn't even look at each other.His whereabouts are still mysterious and unpredictable, Sero obviously did not see him coming out of the room, but found him appearing at the hotel door—sometimes the back door.

During the day the customer stayed in the shop all day, playing with his truss.Sero thought he was a bard, but no one had ever heard him sing.Besides, the murderous aura on his body will not let anyone have the idea of ​​approaching him.As a result, he could only sit silently all day long, fiddled with some out-of-tune tunes, or simply stared blankly like a stone.

This situation lasted for about a week. Saturday was Garfield's rest day. He ran to the Old Hans Inn before dawn and slammed the door.

After more than ten minutes, Sero, who kept yawning, opened the door for him. "Dear Dr. Garfield! You woke up really early." Sero wiped away the tears from yawning, and looked Garfield up and down, "What are you dancing? Is there a toad stuffed in your trousers and crotch? "

Garfield's eyes were red and dry, his hair was disheveled, and there were two blobs of red on his round face that hadn't slept all night. "Stone Wall Pub! Stone Wall Pub! You should go see it! Go now!" He danced excitedly, dragging Sero's arm and running.

"Hey, I haven't got my shoes on yet!"

In the interior of the temporary fighting arena made in the basement of Stonewall Bar, two figures, one tall and one short, were confronting each other.Garfield caught Sero and squeezed in desperately. In the dark and crowded basement, goblins were ringing bells and selling handicap tickets, and the gamblers were all excited and gearing up.

Sero was excited for a while, and soon his shining eyes dimmed: "Come on, I haven't received this month's money yet. You know the old man, he's a stingy guy."

"What a pity," said Garfield, pulling out all the money he had on him, not a penny left. "Buy the big guy to win!"

The sound of metal coins colliding with each other was really uncomfortable for Sero, a voice came from his chest and whispered in his ear: Since we are here, let's take a gamble.He was itchy, but he had no money, so he could only press his lips tightly. There were dark circles under his eyes and bright dissatisfaction on his pale, sleep-deprived face.

"Isn't the Stonewall Bar borrowing money?" Garfield reminded.

"Doctor Garfield," the goblin selling gambling tickets looked at Garfield with bright eyes, "You can borrow as much as you want."

"How much?" Garfield asked Thero.

"Eight cents!" Sero replied without thinking, "Buy the big one and win!"

Most gamblers make the same choices they do.In the rules of underground fighting, both sides of the fight are not allowed to wear armor, not even tops. The two only wear a pair of shorts. The difference in stature and strength is obvious.

The big man was a half-giant, well over ten feet tall, with fists wider than his opponent's waist.He clenched his fists and roared with determination, and raised his hands high, showing off the developed muscles of his strong body.

The half-giant's opponent was a young man with pale skin and pale braids hanging over his shoulders.His height is only half that of a half-giant, and his figure doesn't look very burly and majestic.

As soon as the referee rang the bell, they would start fighting each other until one fell or surrendered.This is not a bare-knuckle fight at all, it is simply a one-sided massacre.The result of this unfair game is obvious.

The knocking sound of metal bells was loud and clear, like pouring lamp oil into the crowd to ignite it.

Sero clenched the betting ticket with bright eyes, this game is the only way to turn around!He clenched his fists and shouted excitedly along with Garfield and other gamblers, shouting for the big guy they bought.

The big half-giant clenched its fists, its muscles and bones creaking.Every time he swung his fist, there was a sharp whistling sound in the air.However, the little man's figure was beyond ordinary people's flexibility and flexibility. Every time he saw that fist roaring towards him, he could twist his body and dodge it with astonishing skills.

"Coward!" The half-giant roared up to the sky, and punched it hard, "Do you just hide?"

The half-giant's iron fist hit the floor, sending sawdust flying everywhere, and making the soles of the spectators standing in the front row numb.

The little man dodged backwards, his body as light as a gray bird.Compared with the panting half giant, his breathing was even and slow, without any sign of disorder.His eyes are sharp, his reactions are flexible and quick, and he is not affected by any provocation from the enemy.

They exhausted each other's physical strength, and kept attacking. The half-giant's physical strength was exhausted faster, and it gasped harder.

They trembled for nearly an hour, and finally, the movements of the half-giant gradually slowed down.He was a little hesitant and weak in punching, allowing the little man to seize the opportunity and jump up with amazing skill and speed.The little man concentrated all his strength on his feet, and aimed at the half-giant's chin and kicked swiftly!

The fragile mandible wailed like a fracture, and the huge body of the half-giant collapsed like a mountain, raising dust all over the sky and filling the crowded basement.

The referee ran to him in horror, knelt down to inspect the half-giant whose mouth was full of foam, and shouted, "He's passed out!"

The goblin referee jumped three feet high, grabbed the little man's hand and announced, "Miracle winner!"

There was a lot of shouting and cursing in the basement, and the unwilling gamblers looked around the half-giant, and someone slapped the floor frantically, telling him to get up and continue fighting.More people tore up their gambling tickets and walked out cursing.

This also includes Garfield and Cerro.

"It's fucking terrible!" Garfield spat, and threw the piece of paper on the ground viciously, "These damned goblins, where did they find a little guy who can beat like this!"

Sero rolled up his gambling tickets and held them tightly in his palm.Sero turned his head and glanced at the little man—the guy was getting dressed.He had worn his trousers very high, covering most of his waist, and the belt was tied tight for strength.After the battle, he was about to put on his clothes. When he loosened his belt, he also pulled down his pants to make it more comfortable to wear.

At the back of his waist, Sero saw it—the snake biting its own tail.

Yes, it was that tattoo, Sero could see it clearly - the same tattoo on the lower back of the mysterious man.

The snake bit its own tail.

"What's wrong, Sero?" Garfield patted the back of Sero's head, "Did you lose? Stupid? Don't know who you are? Thinking of Old Hans' stinky face?"

"Huh? Bad day?" He grimaced exaggeratedly, "Yes to me! Before dawn, you called me here to gamble and pay off the debt I had so hard to pay off Added to that."

When they walked to the passage between the basement of the Stonewall Bar and the first floor of the bar, the burly bodyguards stopped them.

"Doctor Garfield," he said, "you guaranteed the kid's loan?"

"What?" Garfield had just escaped from the excitement, and his head was still a little unclear, "I don't understand what you are talking about?!"

"Boss said, if Sero comes to borrow money again, don't give him a single copper!" The bodyguard folded his arms tightly and blocked the door with his body. "Unless someone guarantees him, but he has to pay back the money on the same day."

"My reputation with 'Golden Teeth' is so bad?" Sero scratched his cheek, "Didn't 'Big Eye' bring someone to hand the account last time, and I paid it all back?"

"I didn't borrow money, and I didn't guarantee it." Garfield was stupid, with a face that began to doze off after the excitement faded, "I lost a penny today, let me be the guarantor, but I can't make it .I have to go back, it's sleep day! Not for fun!"

"Garfield!" Selo caught Garfield and growled in a low voice, "If I can't escape this level today, you won't be able to sleep well in the future! I'm going to take a rock and smash the window of your house, I swear I will do that !snort!"

"Don't be a rascal! Cerro!" Garfield pushed Cerro away, desperately trying to squeeze out.As long as he could squeeze a gap, he and Sero could escape. "Even if you say that, I can't get the money!"

The bodyguards didn't know whether to see their intentions, or something else.He is like a stubborn stone blocking the middle of the road, making passers-by helpless.

"Let Dr. Garfield go." A sullen voice came from behind the bodyguard, which was the result of long-term exposure to tobacco.Cerro stood on tiptoe, over the bodyguard's shoulder, and sure enough, he saw the speaker's gold teeth shining in the dimly lit stone-walled bar, "You, take two brothers, and go with Cerro to get the money. Find him My mistress wants money."

"I, I don't have a concubine!" As soon as Jin Fang opened his mouth, Sero immediately understood who he was referring to.He didn't even know the man's name, how could the other party rescue him again?If Cerro had the value of being a cover in the dark last time, but this time, Cerro really couldn't think of anything else worth paying for by a man.

No matter how Sero explained, Jin Fang didn't want to hear it.Smoke blurred his scarred face: "Take him!"

When the three hooligans pressed Sero back to the Old Hans Hotel, Old Hans was scolding and looking for Sero everywhere.

Sero waved at Old Hans cheekily and said, "Good morning, boss."

If it hadn't been for someone grabbing him by the collar, he would have been lifted in mid-air like a wild dog, with his toes not touching the ground.Old Hans might not be so angry.

"Damn! Are you fucking gambling again?" The old man cursed, holding a broom and trying to knock them out, "When should they cut off one of your fingers! Don't ask me for money, I'm a penny nothing!"

In the lobby of the hotel, there were a few guests waiting for breakfast. Some people raised their eyelids to look around, but no one spoke.

Old Hans's broom hit him, making Sero feel unprecedentedly lonely and helpless. He twisted his fingers, blinked his eyes and shouted: "Then can you pay for this month in advance? I won't dare again in the future!"

"Advance again?" Old Hans was so angry that Cheng Liang's head turned red. "You want to advance again. How much did you lose, huh? Tell me! How much do you want to advance?! Promise not to go again until you pay it off." Yet?"

"Yes, yes, I promise!" Sero put his hands together and said pitifully, "Please give me eight cents."

As soon as he finished speaking, old Hans's forehead and neck immediately burst out with veins. "No!" he cried loudly. "If I had eight cents, four of them, I'd fix the roof of the hotel, paint the walls, and replace the broken doors! My money But there are better and more important uses, so I won’t give it to you to pay off your gambling debts!”

"Please, please, please." Sero blinked, stretched his arms to touch Old Hans, "I promise I won't go there again in half a year, boss. Don't be so heartless!"

"Even if I had it, I wouldn't give it to you! Just let them cut off your fingers!" Old Hans roared impatiently, "What's more, where can I find money to pay off your gambling debts? Buy flour at Baiyun Mill The account is still on credit!"

On this matter, Old Hans told the truth.If he had money, he would definitely renovate the hotel—this hotel is too old.

The members of the gang want money, not the life of Old Hans or Selo.Of course, Sero didn't doubt that if he didn't pay the money, he would definitely be beaten up or even worse.They will use this method to declare how powerful their gang is in Luohegang Town.

"Let this little wild dog's concubine pay back the money," asked the gangster who followed, "doesn't he live here? If this little wild dog doesn't want to speak out, give him a hard time."

"I told you, I don't have a concubine!" When Sero yelled, he saw the mysterious man coming down the stairs.He was still the same as he had been for the past week, wearing long-sleeved trousers, out of tune with the surrounding environment.He sat at a corner table with his truss in his arms.

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Sero: Do ​​you want to treat me to ice cream?

Mysterious Gong: Equivalent exchange, this is the rule, what do you exchange for?

Cerro: The taste of ice cream in my mouth, okay?

Mysterious attack: ... (Thinking)

Mysterious attack: Yes (づ￣3￣)づ