Monarch of Evernight: Twenty brothers

bsp;Qianye slowly held Mr. Zhao's hand that was stretched forward. He seemed to be holding something in his clenched palm. Two of his fingers were broken, but he still did not let go. From the broken finger, you could see that it was a generic medicine bottle, with a very common nerve soothing agent listed on the label.

In the eyes of well-connected people, this bottle of medicine is not worth a few silver coins at all. Perhaps this was the reason why the murderer finally gave up taking it.

But Qianye knew what this medicine was for.

This is the medicine Mr. Zhao bought for Qianye to relieve the symptoms of the Dark Blood attack. Just because the other party shipped it late, it was not delivered to Qianye until the end.

It’s just that Qianye didn’t expect that Mr. Zhao even had his legs chopped off before he died, but he still hadn’t forgotten this bottle of medicine.

Qianye seemed to see Mr. Zhao stand up again, handed over the medicine bottle, and said proudly: "Nothing I, Mr. Zhao, promised has ever failed to count!"

The medicine has been obtained, but Qianye no longer needs it.

Qianye has been fighting for Mr. Zhao for some time. Every time he participated in a gambling battle, the reward he received was one silver coin, which could be exchanged for a bottle of medicine after three battles. Because virtual fighting is a technical job, the pay is higher than **** fighting.

In the abandoned land, people who are not afraid of death are everywhere, but there are not many who really know how to fight.

This is the reality of the abandoned land. People are constantly gambling with their bodies and lives. But even if they win with their lives, their gains are not as valuable as the piece of bread lost by those powerful families in the middle and upper-class mainland.

In the Evernight Continent, where there is no order or justice, Mr. Zhao, who keeps his word, is completely an anomaly. On the surface, Qianye only has a temporary employment relationship with Mr. Zhao. In fact, Mr. Zhao has always regarded him as a brother in private. This is why Qianye is willing to cooperate with him all the time and has secretly protected him several times.

With Mr. Zhao here, forces from other areas cannot enter Lighthouse Town, and the people in the town can at least live a somewhat orderly life.

Mr. Zhao, the police chief, and Qianye maintain order in Beacon Town in the black and white and gray areas respectively. Within the sphere of influence of Black Current City, Beacon Town is a small piece of paradise, so more and more people live together here. Even scavengers will try their best to come here to spend the night as long as the distance allows.

It’s just that all their efforts were useless in front of the behemoth of the Expeditionary Force. It just moved its smallest little finger and crushed everything.

Qianye took a deep breath and felt a blood boiling slowly in his chest! He is unable to compete with the expeditionary force, but he can teach those accomplices and henchmen a profound and eternal lesson!

Qianye said softly: "Master Zhao, give it to me. I have already received my reward."

As if by a miracle, Mr. Zhao's hand that had been clenched suddenly loosened.

Qianye put the medicine bottle in his pocket and glanced at the room.

This place was also looted. The two steel doors of the weapons cabinet were missing, and they were empty. Qianye had expected this, and he didn't care about these ordinary gunpowder weapons.

He left Mr. Zhao's room and walked silently along the corridor.

When passing the door of a room, Qianye suddenly stopped and took off the shotgun from behind.

There were voices in the room, and one of them was Yan Laohu.

"Thanks to Mr. Qi's help this time, I can sit in this position. From now on, I, Yan Laohu, will do my best to obey Mr. Qi's orders without any hesitation!"

Another, somewhat obscene and feminine voice said: "This boy named Zhao and that boy named Qianye are so ignorant and shameless! Do they just talk casually when they treat us as young masters? Humph! Mr. Zhao is just a local ruffian, and he dares to call himself Mr. ”

Yan Laohu, who was also the gangster leader, laughed with him, a bit embarrassed in his laughter.

The mean voice continued: "You people, being able to rely on our young master and be his dog is a blessing that many people can't repair! Just throwing a bone from the young master is enough for you. It’s been a few years! However, if you have other ideas that you shouldn’t have, haha, don’t blame me for being ugly, then this person named Zhao will be your tomorrow!”

Yan Laohu said repeatedly: "Don't dare, don't dare! I will do my best for the young master! Mr. Wang, it's getting late, isn't it time to rest? Which woman in town have you seen? I will take her with you right away. Someone will catch it for you!”

Master Wang sighed and said: "The only one here who has a taste is Min'er. It's a pity..."

"Who asked her to bite the young master? The young master had ordered her to suffer for seven days before she died. Today is the fifth night. Now that she has been rendered humanoid, it is better to change her. ”

The man hesitated and said, "That's fine."

At this moment, Qianye's cold voice suddenly came from outside the door: "There is no need to change people."

"Who?"

"Who's outside?"

The room was filled with shouts and shouts.

At this time, Qianye's perception, which had been greatly improved by the vampire's physique, came into play. Just listening to the chaotic footsteps, he outlined the situation in the room in his mind, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

One of the guards rushed directly to the door, which was almost stupid bravery.

Qianye put the shotgun against the door and fired!

A big hole was blown out of the thin wooden door. At such a close distance, the guard was also thrown backwards by the huge momentum, and his chest and abdomen were a mess of blood and flesh.

Qianye kicked down the door and fired another shot into the room without even looking. Dense iron sand instantly covered most of the room, and there was a sudden scream inside.

Behind Mr. Wang, a sturdy man jumped out. He was a little over two meters tall, and his head seemed to be full of muscles. In front of him, Qianye, who was over 1.85 meters tall, looked like a child.

There were dozens of blood spots on the big man's face and body, all caused by iron sand, but obviously this homemade double-barreled shotgun had no effect on him.

The big man roared angrily, strode towards him, raised a fist that was almost as big as Qianye’s head, and smashed Qianye’s face hard.

Qianye did not dodge, he also punched out, and punched the big man hard!

Amidst the cracking sound of bones cracking, the big man's fist was obviously deformed, and even his arm was twisted to the side. With such a simple and crude fist fight, Qianye completely crushed his opponent!

Qianye flew up with a kick, and an astonishing force burst out from his slightly thin body, directly kicking the big man away. The big man crashed through the two walls with a rumble, then fell to the ground and could not get up again.

Qianye clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Yan Laohu, we meet again. As for this gentleman, his surname is Wang?"

The Master Wang described by Yan Laohu is a middle-aged man with most of his hair bald and a huge belly that looks very cumbersome. But it would be a mistake to look down on him because of his appearance. Such a guy actually has the strength of a first-level soldier.

"Qianye! Are you not dead yet?" Yan Laohu exclaimed, subconsciously leaning against the wall.

That Mr. Wang was very calm. He had just raised the table to block the flying iron sand, and his whole body seemed to be intact.

He said slowly: "Are you Qianye? I have never seen you, but I have heard of you. Our Mr. Qi is very interested in you. I thought you had escaped or died, so I I've 'cleaned up' this place and removed a few things that were unsightly. Now that you're back, I can give you another chance and come back with me to work for the young master. How about you? You are young and talented. Only under Mr. Qi can you truly demonstrate your abilities. Otherwise, sooner or later you will be like those scum in the wasteland, willing to do anything for a bite to eat and then become the dinner of wild dogs! Is your life really what you want? ”

Mr. Wang used that feminine voice to talk eloquently, which was actually quite convincing.

"But I really don't like some of your people, such as this guy." Qianye pointed at Yan Laohu.

Seeing Qianye like this, Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "If you are willing to do things for us, then he will naturally be of no use. You can deal with him as you like, and his current territory will be managed by you. , how about this? I can make the decision!"

"No! No! Mr. Wang, this can't work!" Yan Laohu didn't expect this result at all and jumped up in shock.

Immediately, Yan Laohu, who seemed to be in extreme panic, suddenly took out his pistol, fiercely pulled the trigger on Qianye, and shouted with a ferocious smile: "You bastard, go to hell!"

The sound of gunfire and gun smoke obscured everything. When Yan Laohu emptied the bullets in his pistol, he saw Qianye standing intact.

The corners of Mr. Wang's eyes kept twitching. He could clearly see from the side that every time Yan Laohu pulled the trigger, Qianye's body would twist strangely, just avoiding the bullet's trajectory. He had only seen this kind of skill from masters in the military, which was also an important reason why gunpowder guns could not attack masters of the Force.

The magazine was empty, and Yan Laohu was still pulling the trigger desperately. The gun rattled in the air, like a death knell for him.

The continuous huge movements in the room finally alerted the people stationed further away. The sound of rapid footsteps came from bottom to top, from far to near.

Qianye stretched out his foot, and a pistol that belonged to a guard on the ground was in his palm, and then he fired several shots at the wall in the corridor.

The partitions between these rooms are made of wooden boards and iron sheets, which look a bit thin in front of the pistol. The bullets penetrated the thin wall as if they had eyes and shot at the people outside. The man who was shot screamed, rolled over the railing, and fell heavily.

Falling from a height of three stories would cause an arm and leg to be broken for an ordinary person. If you accidentally hit your neck bone, you would not be able to survive.

Qianye fired five shots and shot down five people, but there was still one bullet left in the pistol.

Without looking back, he threw the muzzle of the gun over his left shoulder, and the bullet hit Mr. Wang's arm accurately. The latter screamed in pain, and as soon as his hand loosened, a particularly heavy pistol fell to the ground. .