I feed on gods.

Chapter 759 Slave Owner

This monster with bat wings and good at sneak attacks is called a gargoyle, and has strong defense.

If you attack with an AK47, even if you use up a whole magazine and hit all the targets, you still can't kill it. However, Lin Baici's Lamb shotgun is very lethal. One bullet can kill it half to death.

squeak! squeak!
The gargoyle screamed and struggled to get up.

Lin Baici didn't make the final move because another gargoyle hiding in the branches and leaves of a nearby big tree swooped down.

Extremely fast.

Lin Baici raised the muzzle of the gun and activated the special effects of the shotgun.

Heartbreaking iron rain!

boom!
The gargoyle pounced down like a bomber, but was blasted into a pulp by bullets. Less than one-fifth of its body remained, and it fell to the ground like a broken sack.

boom!
Wow! Wow!
The meat sauce fell down and smeared on the ground.

Lin Baici was fired.

"These zombies are endless. I can't escape. I might as well kill them all in one go!"

Huang Cheng was annoyed and wanted to solve the problem once and for all.

"It's a good idea to kill them before their energy is exhausted!"

Zhong Shuman agreed.

"Kill...kill them all!"

Wu Shitong really couldn't run anymore, and now he fell down, and his whole body was in pain, so he urgently hoped that Lin Baici and his group would stay and fight.

"Stop making noise, listen to Master Lin!"

No matter what the choice is, Old Man Luo doesn't care, because he has no worries about protecting himself, so at this time, he still wants to flatter Lin Baici.

"Then kill..."

Lin Baici paused before he finished speaking, because the zombies that were rushing towards him were like robots that had lost power, all frozen in place.

"what's the situation?"

Li Yintong spun the butterfly knife: "Could it be that they know we are going to go all out, so they are afraid?"

"Can you stop imagining things?"

Old Man Luo was speechless: "The real master is here!"

It was obvious that these zombies were being controlled by someone, and the real boss was about to show up, so he made them stop temporarily.

Everyone immediately focused their attention and kept alert in all directions.

Lin Baici's ears moved and he turned his head to look to the right.

In the white morning mist, the sound of cowhide boots stepping on green grass could be heard.

"You found me so soon?"

A rough voice of praise came: "Yellow monkey, your perception is quite good!"

Lin Baici's impression of this guy instantly soured.

Swish!
Everyone looked over.

Wu Shitong panicked and crawled back using his hands and feet because the man was coming towards him.

Before Wu Shitong could crawl a few steps, with a whoosh, a golden leather whip shot out from the morning mist with a sound of breaking wind and hit Wu Shitong hard on the back.

pia!

"what!"

Wu Shitong screamed in pain, curled up into a ball, and rolled on the ground.

Soon, a man came out.

High nose, blue eyes, typical Caucasian appearance.

He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, tall and powerful, wearing an Air Force flight jacket on his upper body, yellow jeans on his lower body, and a pair of high riding boots on his feet.

There are spurs on the back of the boots, and when you walk, the spurs spin.

"Hey, yellow monkeys, hello!"

White male greets.

He wore a red triangular scarf around his neck, a cowboy hat on his head, a bullet belt around his waist, and a holster on his left side with a revolver in it.

Coupled with the whip in his hand, this image is the most typical American Western cowboy, who has his own large ranch, raises cattle and sheep, and likes to drive pickup trucks.

This is not a greeting, it's pure humiliation.

Zhong Shuman and Li Yintong wanted to curse back, but since the other party was able to cause such a large-scale pollution of the rules, they were unsure of the other party's strength and did not dare to speak carelessly.

Lin Baici didn't care about that: "Good morning, white pig!"

"Spray him, spray him to death!"

Li Yintong cheered.

"Haha, I still like people like you who can resist!"

The white-skinned man smiled, his tone and face full of superiority: "Because the more you resist, the more pleasure I get when I see you being stepped on!"

"You idiot, you talk as if you can definitely win!"

Li Yintong said disdainfully: "Do you know who this is?"

"It doesn't matter who it is!"

The white-skinned man sized up Lin Baici: "I can see that you are very strong!"

"How about it? Do you want to be my slave?"

The white man rolled up the whip, which was about three or four meters long.

"Lin Shen, can you tolerate him saying such things? F**k him!"

Old man Luo fanned the flames.

"You should be thankful, because you are strong, so I came out to meet you and give you a chance. If it were these people..."

The white-skinned man pointed a whip at Zhong Shuman and the others and said, "I will just feed them to my little pets!"

The little pets that the white man mentioned were zombies, ghouls, and scarecrows.

Wu Shitong endured the pain, stopped screaming, and crawled behind a big tree nearby.

The white-skinned man waved his whip.

pia!
"what!"

Wu Shitong twitched in pain.

"Let me see what this is? An old, stinky rat!"

The white man taunted: "You're going to die anyway, why bother struggling?"

"I...I am Wu Shitong, the richest man in Haijing. Can you let me go?"

Wu Shitong begged for mercy: "You will gain more by letting me go than by killing me!"

"Wow, the richest man?"

The white man was surprised: "What a big fish!"

"No matter what, we can talk about it!"

Wu Shitong thought he had a chance. He wanted to stand up and behave like the richest man so that people would not look down on him. But as soon as he stood up, the white man whipped him with the whip.

Snapped!
Wu Shitong was hit in the face and his mouth was broken, with blood and broken teeth spurting out.

"Do I give you permission to stand up?"

The white-skinned man shouted coldly: "Kneel down!"

After all, Wu Shitong was also a man of character with self-respect. He did not want to kneel, but the pain in his body made him afraid to stand, so he simply fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

The white man sneered and cracked his whip.

Swish!
The horsewhip wrapped around Wu Shitong's arm, and then the white man pulled hard, and Wu Shitong was thrown out, rolling all the way.

Snapped!
The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the zombies that were standing still immediately roared and pounced on Wu Shitong.

"Do not kill me!"

"do not want!"

"help me!"

"Nephew Lin!"

Wu Shitong let out a shrill scream as he was bitten by the zombies.

"Is it fun to torture people?"

Lin Baici did not save Wu Shitong, because even if he saved him now, he would still die if no one helped him when he and the white man fought each other later.

"It's no fun to torture people!"

The white man shook his head: "But torturing the yellow monkey is fun!"

"You don't think you're going to win, do you?"

Li Yintong sneered.

"Haha, please allow me to introduce myself!"

The white man smiled and looked at the girl as if he was looking at a frog in a well.

"What is your relationship to slave owner Dustin Hoffman?"

Old Man Luo suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

The white-skinned man was slightly surprised: "You actually know my father?"

"hiss!"

Newcomers like Lin Baici didn't know the slave owner, but old foxes like Luo Laohan, Zhong Shuman, and even Li Yintong all gasped and looked frightened when they heard the white man admit that he was the slave owner's son.

What the heck!
How did I meet such a big guy?
"I'm Dustin Peete, a cowboy who loves herding!"

The white-skinned man grinned, revealing his big white teeth: "But I'm not herding cattle or sheep, I'm herding people!"

I have to say, this sentence, coupled with Wu Shitong who was being bitten by a zombie and screaming nearby, was still very oppressive.

[How dare you be so arrogant in front of the king at the top of the food chain? You must be slaughtered and fed to the dogs! ]

"This guy's dad is very powerful?"

Lin Baici asked.

"It's more than awesome!"

Old Man Luo's voice trembled as he spoke: "In North America, there are several big guys who are said to be strong enough to kill gods!"

"For example, Shakira, the great shaman of the Yellowstone Group, Musk, the boss of Silicon Valley, and Newton, the god of gravity, all of them have founded their own god hunter teams and are very famous in the circle!"

"These people are very famous and powerful, and their style of doing things is also neutral and lawful. As long as there is no conflict of interest, I will hardly mess with you if you don't mess with me!"

"But there is one big guy who is an exception!"

Old Man Luo swallowed his saliva.

"Is this guy's father?"

Huang Cheng was curious.

"Yes, you can tell from his nickname, Slave Master!"

Zhong Shuman shudders when he mentions this man: "Whatever he sets his eyes on, he will get it. He believes in the law of the jungle and has no sense of morality or guilt!"

"Some people are unhappy with him, but those who are unhappy with him have become his slaves, and they are enslaved and tortured to death by him!"

To put it simply, it is strong and bad!
You don't like him, but there's nothing you can do about him!
"On the same level as Shakira?"

Lin Baici knew the level of the Great Shaman and wanted to make an analogy.

“Should be better than Shakira, right?”

Zhong Shuman didn't know. After all, they had no chance or qualifications to contact such a big shot.

If others heard someone say that their father was a bad guy, they would definitely be furious, but Dustin Pitt did not. Instead, he smiled smugly.

"How about it? Now that you know my father's reputation, do you want to be my slave?"

Pete inquired.

"Your dad is your dad, and you are you!"

Lin Baici looked at the white man and said, "Besides, you actually want my Lamb shotgun, right?"

Lin Baici noticed that the other party had been stealing glances at his shotgun since he appeared.

In fact, it is not surprising, because firearms are so rare in the circle of god hunters.

"Yes, you must be worried that you can't beat Brother Lin, so you came up with this idea!"

Li Yintong nodded.

If Lin Baici was afraid of the slave owner's authority and agreed to Pete's request, he would probably be killed right away.

"Lin Shen, be careful. From now on, don't answer randomly. This Peter must have a control-type divine grace."

Zhong Shuman reminded.

Some divine graces are activated in strange ways, making it hard to guard against.

Since Hoffman managed to make a name for himself as a slave owner, he was obviously quite capable.

“So it’s called the Lamb Shotgun?”

Pete smacked his lips. "Lambs to be slaughtered?"

"This name is not auspicious!"

For these Westerners, sheep sometimes represent bad meanings.

For example, the devil.

On Wu Shitong's side, the screams gradually subsided, but no one cared. Now people like Old Man Luo were facing a formidable enemy and were trying hard to think of how to avoid a conflict.

"It's not entirely because of your shotgun!"

Pete explained: "I like to collect a few local slaves wherever I go!"

"You are so handsome and strong. It would be very prestigious if I could keep you by my side as a slave!"

Just like in the past, the slave owner who had the best slaves would have face: "Of course, if you perform well, you can be promoted to a deacon!"

"Follow me, there's always a better future than in a crappy place like Kyushu!"

"By the way, you are still very young, I can exploit you for many years, haha!"

Pete didn't plan to come out at first. This rule pollution was created by him using his father's divine object. It was very terrifying and enough to kill anyone.

But while drinking and watching these people fleeing on TV, he heard gunshots and saw Lin Baici's shotgun.

This instantly aroused his possessiveness.

Pete also has a revolver on his belt, but that thing can't fire because of the effects of other gods.

In addition, Lin Baici performed outstandingly, so Pitt wanted to win him over.

"As a cowboy, I must have a shotgun. Don't you think it's tailor-made for me?"

Peter laughed: "Thank God for guiding me to come to Kyushu and meet you!"

"Amen!"

"Fight into the street!"

Li Yintong was angry: "Brother Lin, fuck him!"

"Fuck, can you please stop causing trouble? Can you beat the slave owner's son?"

Old man Luo tried to stop the fight.

"I can't beat him, but Brother Lin can!"

Li Yintong was unhappy: "Hey, white pig, let me tell you, this is the newly promoted Nine Provinces Dragon Wing Lin Baici. Even if your dad is here, you don't dare to talk to him like this!"

"what?"

Peter was stunned: "Kyushu Dragon Wing?"

There was obvious disbelief on Pete's face, because Lin Baici was too young.

"Don't you usually go to the Origin Forum?"

Li Yintong asked back.

"I'll go, but I never pay attention to the news about you yellow monkeys!"

In Pete's mind, Europe and North America are the mainstream world, and East Asia is a dirty trash can that is so dirty that it's disgusting at the first glance.

The sense of superiority is full of it.

"So you know now?"

Li Yintong glared at Peter fiercely: "Are you scared?"

"Sister, can you please stop talking?"

Old Man Luo wanted to cover the girl's mouth: "I don't think Lin Baici is as tough as you!"

If someone doesn’t know you, they would think you are Jiuzhou Longyi!
Old Man Luo felt that Lin Baici certainly didn't want to conflict with this Pete. He was not to be feared, but his father was too awesome.

"hehe!"

Pete sneered, "Yeah, I'm scared!"

"I've heard that you guys in Jiuzhou are very good at building relationships. I guess that's how you got to the top, right?"

Lin Baici was too young, so Pete didn't believe that he was at the level of Jiuzhou Dragon Wing.

"Do you know Shakira?"

Lin Baici asked back.

"You mean the Great Shaman?"

Pete didn't understand why Lin Baici mentioned this person.

"Who's better, her or your dad?"

Lin Baici was purely curious.

"There's no comparison. The Great Shaman is good at predicting the future!"

Pete was curious: "Do you know Shakira?"

"Okay, enough of the nonsense, how are you going to die?"

Lin Baici thought to himself that this hungry god not only knew her, but was also her master.

Your dad is so awesome that he can enslave that great shaman?

But I can!

(End of this chapter)