The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Seeing the six people standing in a row, I stopped talking and didn't plan to ask more questions.

The night is very long, but also very short. I need to resolve the matter as soon as possible to allow time to rest and prepare for the next step.

The blade of Naotato followed my arm and swept across, killing everyone except the six in an instant.

Blood spattered, and blood was spilled on the ground.

Not only me, but even the face of the old man sitting there playing with gadgets was splashed with blood.

"Sorry, old man, you got your clothes dirty" I closed the knife and apologized.

The old man looked up at me: "Be careful next time."

Raise your hand to wipe off the blood stains splashed on your face.

The six people in front of them were already so scared that they knelt on the ground, kowtowing, begging for mercy to let them go.

I knelt down and said with a smile: "As long as you are willing to continue to cooperate with my game, I will not kill you."

The lips of the six people couldn't help trembling with fright. They couldn't say a word, so they couldn't help nodding their heads to show complete obedience.

"Very good" I said: "You, choose one, go to the brothel opposite, and call all the leaders of your guild."

The six people were stunned, and then they heard endlessly: "Please let me go. When those adults are venting, if they are disturbed, they will be killed!"

I didn't look at them, but fiddled with a pair of handguards, and said lightly: "Are you sure not to go?"

The voice fell, and the casino became quiet again.

Lifting their heads, the six of them looked like ducks with their necks pinched, staring at a pair of round eyes, without making any sound.

"Ask again, go, or not?"

The casino is quiet and terrible, and the needles can be heard.

The six people in front of them showed hesitation and despair at the same time.

They didn't dare to resist me, and at the same time, they didn't dare to look for the bosses who were venting. This is not a pretend, it seems that they are not trying to perfuse me.

However, I said that the people who cooperate with my game will live, and the others...

"Let me go."

Behind him, an old voice came, it was Ren.

"You go?" I looked at Renne calmly and said, "With all due respect, old man, do you have any holidays with them?"

Renn sighed and said, "They owe me a lot of money. It's time for them to pay it back."

"Thanks a lot then."

Ren went out through the back door, and I stood outside the back door, against the wall, posing as a resting wandering adventurer, but my eyes were always fixed on Ren's every move.

Yes, I am monitoring him.

I'm not naive to his casual words, I have to believe it completely.

Sometimes, more defense means more security.

Time passed by.

In my heart, my doubts at the beginning turned into doubts, and then I was a little nervous.

I don't know whether he deceived me, whether he chose to inform me, or even whether he has sold me.

But I still sat motionless on the door wall, staring at the door of the brothel without blinking.

Waiting is the best way to hunt. Only with enough patience can you catch the best prey.

Even if the old man really betrayed me, it didn't hurt. At most, I would ask Master Hall to check one more information for me. At most, I would kill a few more people.

In this world of indifferent laws and regulations, killing is the most common thing.

Looking at the door of the brothel coldly, my hand is already on the handle of the knife.

I feel that I seem to have made a very stupid mistake: false belief.

Once the old man is really the other person, maybe they have fled from the other side of the exit, and are rushing back to their base area, summoning the troops, and slaying toward me.

For this kind of small guild, I don't feel any panic, but it feels very troublesome.

At present, I still don't want to involve the forces behind them, no matter whether they are from the second young master or from the few young masters.

The net worth is still in Ai Ruicheng, this is my biggest weakness so far.

Therefore, if you can try to hide your eyes and ears, try to do it.

After another seven or eight minutes, there was a hustle and bustle at the gate of the brothel. Soon, a rickety figure was thrown out of the gate and fell heavily to the ground.

From that figure, I could recognize it, it was Ren.

Immediately afterwards, there were seven other people, each wearing only ordinary soft armor, holding weapons in their hands, and their footsteps were frivolous and anxious, and they did not look like an adventurer should.

"Fuck, what a ****, believe it or not I smashed your casino!"

One of them shouted arrogantly.

"My lord, even if you smashed my casino, you have to pay me the money first." Rene pleaded with a pitiful appearance, "I need that money very much now!"

"Go away to Laozi!"

Another person kicked Renn out.

Ren rolled a few times and wailed in pain.

"Bah, what a pity, bad luck!"

Another person spitted fiercely, and said uncomfortable: "I'm so happy, you knock on the door, if you don't beat you to death, you will be a favor, so you are not dead, huh? If you didn't die, let me get money. Make up, kill you as if you are missing from me!"

As he said, he pulled up Ren's collar, dragging Renn through the back door like a dead dog.

As I passed by, Ren and I looked at each other, his old eyes showed sharpness, and I nodded calmly.

The last person who came in stopped by my side. His eyes were full of joking and contempt. He laughed and said, "Hey, look, there is a tramp at the door, Yo, an adventurer!"

Before he could finish his words, an angry and horrified roar suddenly came from the room: "What's the matter, who did it!"

I slowly stood up, looked at the last person who was attracted by the sound with a cold eye, and instantly stretched out my hand to pinch his neck.

The sudden change made this person panic, and he would only make some reflexive struggles, but to me, this struggle was simply vulnerable.

I didn't cut his neck directly, but dragged him into the house just like those people who dragged Renn.

His feet were still kicking, his feet stuck tightly at the door, and he refused to enter the house.

I took a knife and left his feet outside the door.

When I entered the room, I threw the person in my hand to the ground, looked up, and sneered: "Do you remember me what I did?"

The other six people raised their heads unanimously, with fire in their eyes, glaring at me.

However, in the next second, these people, just like the previous ones, coincidentally, let out a panic trembling.

"It's you!"

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