The Age of Holographic Pirates

Chapter 212 You Have 60 Seconds to Think 【Reward】

"Not ours? That's the enemy? That idiot of MR3! He can't even deal with such a guy! It seems that I am better than him!"

Feng Kelei couldn't help being a little complacent, and spun around on the ground, in a ballet posture, it looked really enchanting.

The corner of Tang Shen's mouth twitched, and he almost vomited out yesterday's overnight meal. This guy is really shameless, so angry.

"Little Feng Feng, tell me, MR0, oh...Maybe you only know the information of MR1, tell me where he is, you have 1 minute to think."

He walked to a table of MR2 with a smile, then sat down unceremoniously, picked up the red wine on the table as if he was at his own home, and poured a glass.

"Would you like a drink? Little girl."

Holding Miss. Golden Week in one hand, and handing the red wine in front of her with the other.

The scarlet wine reflected Miss. Golden Week's pretty face was frightened and shy. Although she was still a little girl who hadn't grown up, her mind was already comparable to that of an adult. Being hugged and fed with wine, this feeling always It's a bit weird.

"... let's have a drink."

Originally, I wanted to shake my head and refuse. After all, what Miss. Golden Week only likes are lollipops. As for drinks...

But after the tragic death of both fingers of MR3 and MR appeared in her mind, she felt that it was better for her to accept it.

"You're so sensible, good boy, be careful not to choke."

Tang Shen smiled and gave Miss. Jin Zhou a sip of red wine, which immediately made the little loli blushed and almost vomited it out, but swallowed it abruptly.

After swallowing a whole mouthful of red wine, Miss. Golden Week felt a little hot on the spot, and couldn't help opening her small mouth to wheeze, and a hint of drunkenness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"..."

MR2 Feng Kelei was stunned for a while. You must know that Miss. Golden Week is notoriously bad-tempered in the workplace. It's okay if this girl doesn't provoke her, but if you provoke her...maybe draw a picture below while you are resting Colored circles curse you.

Back then he was young and ignorant, but he was painted with a depressed color by the girl, which led to him being stuck in the circle for a week... He didn't even poop, the pain can be imagined, otherwise a mere little loli wouldn't May become the partner of MR3, after all, this strength is still a bit strong.

But now...

Is this still the Golden Week that I know?

So obediently listening to that strange young man?Wait, why does this guy look so familiar?Where do you seem to have seen it?

Looking at Tang Shen who was pouring himself a drink in front of him, Feng Kelei was a little dazed, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before, but he felt that he had seen it before.

"Oh!"

There was a loud noise, and the alcoholics around were stunned. Everyone's expressions changed and they looked over.

It turned out that the fat rebel who was negotiating business with Feng Klei had already lost his temper.

"What kind of guy! How dare you be rude to Mr. Feng! Also, hurry up and put down Miss Golden Week! You bastard, I'm afraid you don't know whose territory this is? From the moment you stepped into this bar, you are destined to be the one tonight. Go out lying down! If you are obedient and obedient, maybe you will be able to lie down more comfortably!"

The bloated middle-aged man scolded loudly.

After all, the rebels in Alabasta now largely rely on the support of the Baroque Work Club. If they lose their weapons supplies and political guidance, it may be difficult for them to accomplish their affairs.

Therefore, in this situation, of course, it is necessary to flatter Feng Kelei. If he can say a few good words for himself in front of the mysterious president, it will be even more thankful!

Obviously, this bloated middle-aged man's status here is not low. After a loud shout, at least ordinary people in the bar stood up immediately, touching their waists one by one, their eyes full of unkindness, like It's like wild beasts staring at God Tang covetously.

"Seven seconds left."

Tang Shen looked at the time with a smile, continued to fill himself a glass, and motioned to Miss. Golden Week again.

The little girl almost burst into tears, swallowed a mouthful of wine forcibly, coughed violently, her little face was extremely red, and she was almost drunk.

Continuing to drink the wine that Miss. Golden Week took a sip of, Tang Shen beautifully closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"This idiot dares to look down on me! Mr. Feng, I solved this problem for you, so I won't bother you! Little ones, kill this idiot!! Be careful not to disturb Miss. Miss Golden Week!"

The bloated fat man roared angrily, and with a wave of his hand, the drunkards who stood up around him, that is, the rebels, immediately yelled and drew out daggers, long knives, etc., and swarmed towards Tang Shen, as for pistols.

Miss. Golden Week is in the hands of God Tang. For the sake of Baroque Work Club, it's better not to get hurt.

"Seven seconds left."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Tang Shen kept smiling at Feng Kelei.

The strange eyes made Feng Kelei feel hairy. He really wanted to have an attack, but his sixth sense made all the hairs on his body stand on end. It seemed that the person in front of him was not an ordinary young man, but a terrifying giant beast. !

Unlike MR3, MR2 Feng Kelei is a melee player, relying on extremely fierce punches and attacks. As for his fruit ability, it is secondary, and is used more for deception.

The long-term close combat made his sixth sense extremely sharp. It was this strong sixth sense that saved him several times before, but now... why is it like this?

Feng Kelei struggled violently in his heart. The guy in front of him hadn't made a move yet, but he couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart. This was the intention of struggling when he was oppressed by the superior. Why did it happen?

"Asshole! I'm talking to you, what the hell are you..."

puff!
The bloated middle-aged man's angry reprimand stopped abruptly. He kept patting the table, leaning forward, glaring and ready to roar, but... he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He coughed up blood, the eyeballs almost spit out, and he looked at the sharp thorn through his heart in disbelief!
The starting point of this incomparably sharp thorn is... Tang Shen's finger.

And this pitch-black thorn pierced through his heart precisely, and... along with the hearts of the six rebels behind him, they were pierced by a thumb-thick sharp thorn like a kebab...

Everyone stood still in place, those rebel soldiers who were about to charge forward were all stunned, and the swords they held in their hands felt even weaker for a while, and those who were timid trembled on the spot, and their buttocks slumped to the ground.

Miss. Golden Week, who was held in Tang Shen's arms, also woke up a little bit drunk, her face was pale.

And Feng Klei, who was in front of him, was so frightened that the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, the clanging sound seemed to be the only sound in this quiet bar, even if the wine splashed on him, he didn't notice it.

(End of this chapter)