Chapter 82： 　Moming 1 battle

"Oh, did the young master of Lawrence fall for me?" The millet girl smiled charmingly, stretched out her hand and gently pressed Oge's thin chest, and then gradually touched it down.

Ogle's breathing accelerated, and several companions at the girl's table watched with a smile, without any intention of intervening.

Finally, the girl's hand slid over Oge's waist, fell to his stall, and shook it gently, making the boy's eyes almost burst into flames. But then, the girl suddenly looked cold. The hand holding Ogg's vitals suddenly increased in strength, and Ogg fell from heaven to hell. He screamed: "Let go! Let go!"

Josh suddenly changed color, and the girl squeezed harder, just sitting on the chair and turning around suddenly. The slender long legs pressed Oge's lower abdomen forcefully, and directly kicked the boy out and hit the front panel of the bar.

"Presumptuous!" Josh started shooting the case: "You dare to treat Lawrence's young master's quarters, untouchables, he is a noble!"

Speaking of going to the girl's table, several teenagers drank some wine, and to show their loyalty, they followed Josh one after another. Only Alan still turned his back to them and continued to drink his boring wine.

The young people at the girl's table also stood up suddenly, one of them was very tall. She has broken brown hair, and her sturdy physique has distinct lines. His coat was half open, revealing a fluff on the inside. This person squeezed his fist gently, and suddenly there was a crackling sound between the joints, which was very impressive. Looking at Josh and the others with a contemptuous smile, the young man sneered: "Several masters, you are in the wrong place. This is not the twilight, but the old oak tree. It is not where you came at all. Since you are here, just Follow the rules here."

"The rules here are also very simple. Identity and wealth are not feasible in Old Oak. Whoever has a hard fist, who is the boss, understand?"

"Then I will tell you my rules too. My rules are, whoever punches me, I will punch him all over the floor. Now, this woman kicks my friend, you have only two choices. One is to let him She walks with us. As long as she makes us all happy tonight, then this thing is fine. The second one is also very simple. Kneel down and lick the soles of my shoes for me. I can also grow up a lot and forget about the past." Josh replied With the gaze of the young man, he kept his words.

The brown-haired young man was sneer, and several companions nearby were already angry. The millet hair girl suddenly pulled out the dagger on the side of her leg and said with a smile: "Perhaps I can give you a third choice, which is to let me chop off you little devilish guys."

A companion next to him laughed and said, "Come on, Chia. These little guys don't have thick fingers yet, what's the point of cutting them off."

The faces of Josh's teenagers turned red immediately. They had never suffered such humiliation before, and they didn't need Josh's orders at the moment, they had already yelled at each other. Josh turned his head and shouted, "Allen, come and help!"

Allen felt annoyed for a while. He hated the feeling of being pulled into the water, not to mention that he had persuaded Oge not to cause trouble before. At the moment, pretending not to hear, anger flashed in Josh's eyes, and he stopped calling, and rushed towards the brown-haired youth.

Except for Josh, the other teenagers are just level five or six source powers, which are these young opponents who have clearly built a circuit. They have not been beaten up in two or two, but they still considered the aristocratic status of these young people, and did not dare to be cruel. It was the woman named Chia who was so fierce that she flew the dagger and pulled the thighs of several teenagers out of long wounds. One of them even pierced her with a dagger in her thigh, causing the teenager to scream in pain.

Allen shook his head, jumped down and walked towards them: "It's enough. Even if they offend first, you will teach them. If you continue to make trouble, it will not end so well."

Qi Ya was pressing her **** on a young boy, and the dagger slashed across the boy's crotch again, then looked up at Allen and said, "You belong to them?"

Alan thought of the **** "social", and said, "We are here together."

"That's enough, you so-called nobles are disgusting to look at!" Qi Ya suddenly rubbed her body and rushed towards Allen.

She was as fast as a female leopard, with fangs in her dagger. What made Allen even more puzzled was that murderous intent flashed in this woman's eyes, and the dagger in her hand was handed toward his throat, a pattern that wanted to kill him on the spot.

Alan snorted coldly, he and this woman had never known each other, and couldn't figure out why she was murderous. But he didn't have the habit of waiting to die, and he would avoid the opponent's blade in the next spin. At the same time, he peeked behind his waist, and the devil's praise that had been carried on his body immediately came into his hand. Alan's wrists twirled, and the dagger tucked at the woman's neck instead.

Women are also great, with their slender waist twisted, and people should be unscrewed. He flew again, and the dagger stabbed again. Allen swept away and leaned forward with his shoulder, knocking Qiya back and forth.

Kia snorted and wanted to go again, but she heard a voice and shouted, "Let me come!"

The voice sounded from behind Allen, and he turned around, only to find that Josh had been put down somehow, his face was bruised, and he was even more unconscious. Looking at the figure in front of him, the brown-haired young man looked at Allen in a leisurely manner and said: "You are much better than them, and even Chia can't ask for any cheap in your hands, it's interesting."

Allen shook his head and said, "Enough, that's the end of this matter. Let me take them away now, and it won't be good for you to fight anymore."

"Why, do you know how to be afraid now? Young master?" the brown-haired young man said contemptuously.

Allen took a deep breath and restrained his anger: "This is for your good. Listen, the family behind me is Beth Kod, even if this is the case, do you want to continue?"

He doesn't like to use his identity to overwhelm others, but in this situation, if he doesn't show a sufficient amount of identity, I'm afraid he will still be entangled with these people. Hearing Bethkod, the onlookers who had been watching quietly dispersed, and even Qi Ya and her companions were involved, and then they shook their heads to the brown-haired youth.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that things could end peacefully. However, at this time, the source of energy surged in the field, and the light pattern on the brown-haired young man's body swept, forming a fist mark on his chest. The brown-haired young man shook his right hand, and a strange buzzing sound came from the front of his fist. He strode forward: "What about Bethkode? Is it because you are aristocrats, you can do whatever you want?"

His source power is solid and concise, giving people a full sense of strength. When the brown-haired youth came step by step, people felt that the bar was shaking gently! That is the illusion produced by the viewer's senses being affected by the source force. At this moment, the temperature in the bar rises sharply. People saw the orange rays of light passing across Alan's body, and the engraving of a blazing sword appeared on his forehead.

The devil hailed with a "call" and was entangled by the high-temperature flames. Alan held the knife in his backhand and shook his head and said, "You can stop now."

"Shut up!" The brown-haired young man shouted like a spring thunder and threw his fist with a loud shout.

A rumbling violent sound suddenly sounded in the air, and naked-eye ripples wrapped the young man's boxing front, blasting towards Alan's head and face like a cannonball. Even at this time, Alan remained calm as before, and he even saw the peace in the youth's eyes, which was far from his righteous indignation.

Are they just excuses? An excuse to shoot yourself?

These thoughts flashed through Allen's mind.

Punched hard.

"It's a heavy artillery punch!" Chia screamed immediately: "Stop, Willick! Don't use this trick..."

Everyone watching the game all around felt difficulty breathing, as if the young man named Willick blasted out a punch while evacuating the surrounding air. But in Allen's eyes, it was clear that the source force of Willick's boxing front moved in a certain regular cycle, and they drove the surrounding air to form a high-density air mass. Alan inhaled, and a round of Yanyue suddenly rose in the bright red pupils!

The devil's praise pulled out an arc of flame in the air, the burning Yanyue slammed into Willick's heavy cannon punch, and the bar immediately burst into a muffled noise. The high-density air mass in front of the heavy fist exploded, and accompanied by the burst of hundreds of fires, it sputtered around, causing the spectators to scream. Two source forces of different natures opposed each other, and the shock wave of the impact exploded the glasses and wine bottles on the nearby table, and even the glass of the doors and windows farther away.

Allen retreats for a few steps The blood in his body is churning. With a sweet throat, a small mouthful of blood spewed out involuntarily. Looking at Willick again, the furry clothes also ignited the flames of Yanyue, but it quickly extinguished the pressure for his own source power, but the young man looked very embarrassed.

Willick signed the sign, took a deep breath, and then moved the source force, he wanted to shoot again. Suddenly a palm was pressed on his shoulder, and an old man biting a pipe with a red nose and half-drunk eyes said: "You should stop, little guy. I don't want you to hurt Bei in my bar. People at Skode, besides, this is a bit different from what you said before."

Allen frowned slightly, and the old man's words sounded as if the young man named Willick knew he would come. His eyes fell on Josh again, and Alan thoughtfully.

When he was stopped by the old man, Willick sighed, winked at the others, and soon they walked clean. The old man glanced at Alan and said, "Take your companion and go."

"Wait, what do you mean by what you just said. That Willick, what did you say to you before?" Allen stopped him and asked.

The old man spit out a smoke ring and said with a smile: "I'm so sorry, little master. You see I'm old and have a bad memory. I forgot what Willick's **** said to me."

Allen knew that he would not tell the truth, and seeing that he stopped Willick just now with a press, this old man must have been difficult. Allen can only dispel the thought of questioning and wake Josh. Josh woke up, remembered what had happened before, and immediately looked ashamed. At this point, everyone naturally had no interest in drinking, and they all left the bar with mutual support.

The boy hated himself, but Alan was the most depressed. It wasn't his business, but there was a strange fight. And thinking back to Willick and the eyes and the old man in the bar, Allen always felt that the reason behind this one was not simple.