The two muscular men were wearing motorcycle jackets with exposed arms, and they had rough tattoos on their arms.

There are silver shiny spikes on their shoulders.

Typical world style, typical thug dress.

The belt was fixed to an iron ring on the shoulder armor, and around one of the men's waist was a thick and long iron chain. This was specially used to bind slaves, and a crescent-shaped sharp weapon was tied to one end of the chain.

The short man in the back, named "Quick Knife Baggio", led two men to arrest the boy and his sister.

Baggio was wearing a nondescript half-length Arab robe, with a rawhide belt tied around his waist. He carried an automatic loading mechanical device on his back, with two crossed machetes hidden under the device!

On the shoulders, two black shoulder cannon tubes protrude, like two machine guns mounted on the shoulders, and the bullet chain is hidden in the backpack on the back.

This is a rare weapon, but it was equipped with many armies in the AD century more than 400 years ago.

The boots under his feet were black and shiny, obviously much cleaner than those two strong men.

"Hahaha, I saw you running! Why didn't you run away?"

A strong man jumped off the giant motorcycle and licked the blade of the knife with his tongue. The blade was stained with blood.

"Humph, you little bastards, where are you going to run away? Unless there's a miracle, I can drag you back even if you run to the ends of the earth!"

"Quick Knife Baggio" shouted at the boy in a harsh voice: "You who robbed me, do you still want to live?"

"Also, our things have been stolen recently. Is it all your fault?"

"Hmph! You robbed that from the village, you bastards!"

The young man also said harshly without showing any signs of weakness.

"You 'Brazilian Flames' robbed our food! You kidnapped the people in our village and used us like animals! You are the robbers and thieves!"

"Hey, that's pretty cool!" the little man said a little surprised.

"We just take back what belongs to us. Is there anything wrong with that?"

The young man shouted without fear.

However, it can be seen from his slightly flared nostrils, trembling muscles, and slightly childish face that he is actually extremely scared!

He thought of the tragic death of his parents - being trapped and hanging upside down by his feet.

First, he was dragged behind the motorcycle, and was rubbed and torn by the hard sand and stones until his bones were exposed. Later, he was hung from the top of a wooden fence.

In this era, everyone's birth is like a disaster.

But this is an era without morality. In order to survive, everyone will become so cruel and barbaric, just like primitive people.

Death, disease, violence, drugs, and moral decay are companions from birth, and they continue throughout everyone's life.

The boy was only 9 years old when his parents died. His mother left him and his sister to die shortly after being rescued.

In that battle, four soldiers in the village, including their parents, died, but the thugs of the "Fire Company" also suffered heavy casualties.

Later, they did not dare to provoke the people in this village easily. However, the village was still not peaceful, and more gangs came to rob them and plunder their food and population.

The "Fire Group" later changed its strategy, and their main methods became harassment, collecting protection fees, and using villagers' food and supplies in exchange for their asylum.

The originally extremely angry boy gradually realized what kind of era this was as he grew older - but people could not see hope for the future.

After witnessing gangs that were more ferocious and inhumane, he gradually buried his anger towards the "Fireball" in the deepest part of his heart.

"What's yours? Play p!"

"Everything in this place is decided by me. Your village cannot pay the protection fee, so you can only use those things to pay off the debt!"

"Hmph! Don't talk about everything in this place. I have the final say on everything, even your life!"

As he said this, the little Baggio sneered inwardly.

He snapped his fingers and shouted at the two big men: Go ahead! Cut her off, and keep the girl."

"No, no!"

Two big men rushed forward and hugged the two children respectively.

With a "clang" sound, the can of peas fell to the ground instantly.

The young man was almost out of breath due to the strong arm. He suddenly opened his mouth and bit someone's wrist.

"Ah, I'm kao! You hurt me so much, you are so cruel."

"Dare to bite me."

In pain, one person slapped the boy hard, causing blood to ooze from the corners of the boy's mouth and nose.

The little girl on the side was also in pain from being caught, and started crying loudly. It is estimated that her inner fear at this moment was more than her physical fear!

The young man was so angry that he yelled: "Asshole! You gangsters, bastards! Let go of my sister, I, I, I will go with you, and I will be your slave!"

"I also know the secrets of many treasures. Let her go and I will take you there."

The little man pulled out a dagger from his boot and pointed it in front of the boy's eyes.

But an arrogant laugh came out of his mouth: "Being a slave? You want to waste my food!".

But while he was speaking, the dagger in his hand stopped under the young man's eyes. He heard the second half of the young man's words.

"What, you mean treasure? You have treasure and you still live by stealing things? Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

He simply didn't believe that this young man could have any secrets.

"Let me see, where should I cut off first? Well, let me dig out your eyeballs first!"

After saying that, without waiting for the boy to speak, he picked up the boy's broken flying hat with the tip of the dagger, and then pulled it down.

Suddenly, Baggio stopped motionless, with a strange look in his eyes.

Because the dagger in his hand turned into a belt at some point.

Even if he didn't look carefully, he would know that it was the belt of the Arab robe that he tied around his waist.

He looked down and saw that the belt around his waist had disappeared at some point. Half of the belt fell to his feet, and he looked at the other half of the belt in his hand for no apparent reason.

Terrified!

He turned his head to question the two big men, but saw that both men's eyes were round and had strange expressions that were suspicious.

"What the hell, what's wrong with you two? Did you see what happened just now? Where's my dagger?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a "click" sound coming from the bodies of the two big men. It was the sound of bones breaking! Two lines of blood spurted out from behind, and their bodies were split into two halves from the middle of their heads, like being cut into pieces.

The sharp blade cuts equally neatly.

"Zizzi!" Blood sprayed on the ground.

"Thump thump" the bodies were all lying on their backs in a pool of blood.

"Holy shit!"

This sudden change caused the little man's pupils to suddenly dilate, and he looked around in horror.

He didn't find anyone, and there was no one behind him! He was about to look up when he glanced at a shadow on the ground.

shock!

Is there anyone else here?

Following the shadow and looking up on the wall, he saw a man squatting on the remaining high wall, with one leg dangling on the wall. It was about three stories above the ground.

He has a dagger in his hand!

There is blood dripping on it! Isn't that my own dagger?!
Chapter completed!