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Chapter 184 The Escaped Canary in a Cage
Just like this, even the law enforcers who were ridiculed as "the city lord's dog" did not get such outrageously accurate news.

"Oh, yes, yes, there is no need to doubt." The red-haired Winster put his arms around a charming dancer: "The one who gave me this news is the king of interstellar pirates, Ferrell!"

"Impossible!" The enforcer Old Lien, who spat out the white cloth in his mouth, shouted: "Ferrer has been captured by the city lord!"

"Nothing is impossible." The red-haired Winster took a sip of wine along the dancer's hand: "The great Ferrer, the king of the universe, Ferrer, the betrayer of the Titans, he, is still the same , be at ease!"

"Push."

The sound of sharp knives piercing flesh.

The dancer let go of her hand, and the petite dagger pierced into the man's waist. She pouted her delicate mouth, twisted off the arm of the red-haired Winster who was holding her, and childishly twisted into her own favorite shape.

If the man hadn't gasped and pulled his hand out, his arm would probably have turned into a horrible piece of art, even in a style he didn't like.

"You are not the red-haired Winster, owner of this living tavern."

In the silence, the experienced old Lean spoke the truth plainly. His wrinkled face turned to the displeased Miss Dancer: "You are a witch. An admirer of Miss Canary."

"Whoa, whoa."

The guests in the tavern who hadn't shut their mouths rushed to leave their seats, picked up the weapons they picked from the arsenal of the tavern, and charged towards the center of the tavern, ready to go.

The young man who didn't get a weapon also smashed the wine bottle, and pointed the sharp end at the charming dancer, fighting with each other, almost pissing his pants.

No one wants to see the witch's human bomb.

Especially the raw material of the bomb is still his own kind.

"Then who are you?" Old Lean tore off the tape on his hands with his mouth, and bit the iron chain that tied him to pieces. The iron chain was bitten into pieces in his mouth: "The shield of Cyril "--Lion Phillip, who has the blood of a giant, stood up.

"The only one who can keep the living Old Tavern from killing you is Ferrell's deputy, the brother of the red-haired Winster, the cruel Winsche."

"Sometimes law enforcers have really sharp noses, Miss Witch, please stay away from me." The cruel Winsche pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it back into the Witch's boots with a grin. As if by magic, the time returned to its original state, and despite the cruelty, Winsche's cheeks twitched in pain.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Tavern, for your help." The cruel Wensche, who was softer than a woman, bowed, as if standing on the stage of an opera theater, he was a respected opera singer: "Thank you for your support. .”

The guests in the tavern were stunned by this miraculous reversal. If it wasn't for the witch who couldn't hear others boasting about someone who wasn't the master in front of her, perhaps everyone in the tavern would have been kept in the dark except for a few quick-witted people.

This miraculous quadrangular shape remained stable for a short time. The old Lean of giant blood bulged his muscles, half of the charming witch's face collapsed, and the guests with weapons laughed and put down the murder weapons in their hands. It was only then that the cruel Winsche put on his white gloves again.

"Then, next."

(End of this chapter)