"One hundred for two?"

Lebu Beyala looked at the skinny old man in front of him with a sincere expression on his face.

Make sure the other person is not joking.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and the arc of his grin became wider and wider.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

His shoulders shrugged, as if he had heard a joke made in this world.

"I didn't open..."

The old man opened his mouth to speak, but a big foot kicked mercilessly, stepped on his bony chest, and trampled him to the ground.

Lebu Beyala spat on the old man's face.

A frightening scene appeared.

The moment the mouthful of thick phlegm fell on the old man's face, white smoke came out of the old man's face, making a hissing sound.

The thick phlegm was like concentrated sulfuric acid, quickly corroding the old man's cheeks.

The air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh and blood.

"Ugh..."

The severe pain made the old man tremble and wanted to reach out to wipe the saliva on his face.

But another big foot stepped on his chest, and his whole body seemed to be imprisoned by a strong force, unable to move.

The bones in the chest made an unbearable banging sound, and were about to be crushed by Lebu Beyala at any moment.

Lebu Beyala pointed at Katakuri who fell to the ground: "Old guys, see clearly, this person is a treasure. Except for him, all of you here are inferior trash. I What Leib Beyala is interested in is food memory. You poor people from the slums have never had a few good meals in your life, so you have such a shitty food memory? Why do you still think so naively that you are valuable?"

As he spoke, he exerted force with the soles of his feet, causing blood to flow from the old man's mouth and leaving him speechless.

"Garbage, you should be aware of yourself as garbage!"

As he spoke, Lebu Beyala slowly raised the kitchen knife in his hand, drew a graceful arc, and slashed horizontally at the more than 100 people in front of him.

The sharp kitchen knife trembled, and the bright light of the knife jumped up, about to tear open the blood rain all over the sky and cut everyone in two!

Clang!

At this moment, a sword stabbed out diagonally, and was held tightly by two hands, blocking Lebu Beyala's slash.

Lebu Beyala was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

In front of him, the man holding a long knife is Madge, a gourmet gangster with a scarred face.

"Lord Lebu Beyala, please let these poor people go. What you want is just this man and has nothing to do with them."

Madge's voice was hoarse and low, and she seemed to be very determined.

"why?"

Lebu Beyala had an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

"You are a gang leader and a cannibal of human flesh. The number of people you have killed in your lifetime would be as high as Shangri-La, the country of gourmet food. Have you not done too many evil things?"

Madge was sarcastic by his sarcastic tone, her face remained unchanged, but her voice was still hoarse.

"I am indeed a heinous villain. I, Madge, will never deny this! However, I am a person who came out of the slums. I know very well how many people in this gourmet era don't even have enough to eat. The sorrow and pain!”

He looked firmly at Leib Beyala.

"The reason why I became a gourmet gangster is that I was used to being hungry when I was a child, and I was afraid of being hungry! I swore that I would never go hungry again! Therefore, I have always been very hard on myself. For this reason, I was alone I went to challenge Zebra, the Four Heavenly Kings of Food. The scars on my face are the consequences of overestimating my abilities. But these are not important! There are only two things that I hate the most. One, someone takes action against my brother. Two, Someone is attacking the poor in front of me!”

Madge said, her voice rising, almost roaring.

"This man killed my brother and he deserves to die!"

"But there is nothing wrong with these poor people! So please let them go! Leib Beyala!!"

Lebu Beyala listened to Madge's story in a daze, with a strange smile on his face.

Click.

A crisp sound.

The old man's chest was completely dented under his feet.

The internal organs in the chest were squeezed by this force and turned into pieces. From the old man's mouth, the broken force poured out.

"Tsk, tsk, despite the dry appearance, there is still a little oil and water in the internal organs? No wonder the guys at Full Food Co., Ltd. raise pigs in the slums. The pigs raised in this way will indeed be fat and fat, and the meat will be delicious. .”

As he spoke, Lebu Beyala licked the corners of his mouth and slowly lifted his big feet covered in sticky blood from the old man's collapsed chest.

"you......!!"

Madge's eyes were dull, gradually filled with bloodshot eyes, her face was distorted, and she looked at Lebu Beyala fiercely.

"Leib Beyala!! I'm going to kill you!"

Ma Qi roared wildly, and the sword in his hand roared, slashing towards Lebu Beyala's neck like lightning.

"Iai Lightning Slash!"

The sword flew through the air as fast as lightning.

"Hey, hey, Madge, it seems you haven't fallen completely enough. This makes me very disappointed."

Lebu Beyala blocked Madge's long knife with ease. The kitchen knife slid on the long knife, like peeling skin. With a chirp, it slashed towards his upper body along Madge's long knife.

The sharp sword light shone on Ma Qi's face, making his vision completely white.

"The secret of Iai! The Dragon King of Iai - cut in two with one sword!!"

Madge leaned over to avoid the kitchen knife. The long knife hung at her waist. She held the handle of the knife with her right hand. The muscles in her arm bulged and she unleashed all her strength.

Swish!

A ray of cold light flashed away, exceeding the speed of sound, and the air and space in front of it were all split into two!

This is the most powerful sword attack that Ma Qi has ever made with all her energy and energy!

Clang!

There was a harsh metal explosion, and more than 100 poor people all bleed from their ears and fell to the ground clutching their heads in pain.

In Madge's eyes, a rotating blade flew up.

Lebu Beyala raised the kitchen knife in his hand with a ferocious smile and slashed it towards the top of his head.

Madge sighed and slowly closed her eyes.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel the severe pain of the blade cutting into his skull.

Madge opened her eyes in confusion.

In front of him, time and space seemed to have frozen.

Lebu Beara still had a sinister smile on his face.

The kitchen knife with a cold light shining in his hand was held high, just half an inch away from falling on his forehead.

But at this time, he was motionless.

Not only him, but behind Madge, the poor people who were covering their heads and screaming in pain, and the crying Yana, also froze.

Each of them kept their original movements, looking like they were suddenly frozen.

Even the roaring river behind Madge suddenly stopped moving.

He even saw a carp jumping out of the river, spreading its golden fins, leaping over the waves, and hovering in mid-air.

"Katakuri, you seem to have become emotional."

A deep voice came from nowhere and rang in everyone's ears.

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