In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

In his previous life, he was engaged in illegal private firearms customization business abroad, and Weston often dealt with gangs.

I understand these people very well. They are not police or judges, and there is no reason to argue with them.

The other party's retail bulk goods dealer was caught by a black dog from the Discipline Department and lost a sum of goods. This loss must be recovered.

In this matter, I am the most like a fat sheep who can take out this loss.

If you don't choose to rip off yourself, it's hard to take action against that wretched male poisonous insect.

His body was so rotten by the poison that even if he cut it into pieces and fed it to the dogs, the dogs wouldn't eat it.

But Weston didn't want to bring out either Erlu or Mai Ke.

This time the matter is neither big nor small.

There is no need to invite two big guys to come out.

Mike has been missing for a while, and I don’t know what he is busy with.

As for Erlu, although he always talked happily with Weston.

But after all, the two of them didn't have a close relationship. If Big Brother Erlu had to help settle such a trivial matter, Weston would be looked down upon by the other party.

After all, this poisonous insect is just a retailer, and it is impossible to carry too many goods around.

There were losses, but definitely not as much as the gang leader threatened.

Weston calmly pointed out the other party's trick of false threats, making Anand, the deputy captain of the Discipline Department who was listening in front of the magic weapon, nod secretly.

This young man does have something.

Faced with such a scene, he could be calm and natural, negotiating with a group of gangsters who rolled up their arms and sleeves and drew their knives and manicured their nails.

Regardless of his strength, his character is excellent enough.

"Captain, shall we not interfere?"

In Witchcraft Instruments, Weston's negotiation with the gang leader achieved a huge breakthrough after Weston showed a tough attitude.

The gang leader offers a solution.

Tonight there is a gang organizing a battle royale gambling tournament, as long as Weston is willing to become a player in the battle royale competition and participate in tonight's game.

Win or lose, as long as Weston survives, this debt can be written off in one fell swoop.

Of course, debts can also be canceled after death.

After Weston asked the gang leader about the rules of the competition, he nodded and agreed to the competition.

After the two parties reached an agreement, Weston and several gang members began to leave the room and took a car to the battle royale competition venue.

Vice-captain Anand looked up at captain Olga.

"Captain, shall we not interfere?"

"It's just a battle royale match between poisonous insects and garbage who are in debt to the gang. If this Weston can't survive this scene, he is not worthy of being the one to escape from that guy. Don't worry."

Olga took off his wrinkled black dog uniform of the Discipline Department and consoled Anand, the vice-captain with a strong sense of justice.

"Then what are you doing, captain?"

Looking at Captain Olga who took out an ordinary wizard robe with no special markings from the space equipment and put it on, Vice Captain Anand had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Anand, you continue to stay and guard here, I'll go see the excitement and I'll be back soon!"

Olga opened the door to the room and looked at the taillights of the gangster's vehicle pulling Weston away.

He held on to the corridor railing in front of him and jumped out.

In the empty mid-air, a black floating chariot appeared in front of Ojia, just in time to catch Ojia who jumped out.

"Captain, you left me again and went out to play by yourself."

Looking at the captain's skillful running movements, vice-captain Anand looked like a resentful woman with a face filled with resentment.

"Haha, I'll bring you a midnight snack. Goodbye."

Olga closed the door of the floating chariot, and the chariot immediately became invisible again and disappeared into the dark night.

Only the sound of the chariot disappearing through the sky represents the reality of Oga's departure.

Weston was sitting in the gangster's car, feeling calm, closing his eyes and resting, recovering the energy he had spent during the day.

Today's incident really happened unexpectedly, and Weston was not prepared at all.

But when Weston came to the wizarding world, he encountered such a sudden and big event. Weston didn't take it to heart such a drizzle of minor emergencies.

His opponents in the battle royale competition were all first-level combat wizards, which made Weston feel relieved.

As long as the opponent does not cross a level and has the magical ability to revive himself after falling to the ground in a desperate attempt to make a comeback, he will be invincible.

In a battle royale held in an abandoned residential building, cannon fodder soldiers who can resurrect themselves from falling to the ground are not everywhere, and there will be no situation where they can't find people to replace them and make a comeback.

But don't be too careless. Things like capsizing in the gutter must be carefully avoided.

There is no shame in losing, and there is no shame in losing and losing one’s life.

The kind that loses one's life and loses one's face at the same time is a shameful thing.

Weston closed his eyes and rested his mind, trying to restore himself to his best condition.

When the gangster's vehicle turned into an abandoned residential area wrapped by a wizard's barrier, a suspended chariot, invisible in the dark night, slid silently to the edge of the wizard's barrier that isolated the inside and outside.

The chariot door opened, and the commander of the discipline force, Oga, stretched out a palm equipped with a magic glove and pressed it on the wizard's barrier.

Under the witchcraft interference of the witchcraft gloves, the witchcraft barrier revealed a huge hole without alerting the wizard who controlled the barrier, just enough for Olga's chariot to fly in.

After the chariot slid silently into the barrier, the barrier behind it immediately returned to its original state.

On the Oga Chariot screen, the brightly lit community revealed its true colors.

Countless wizard spectators looking for excitement drove over and found suitable viewing positions in nearby residential buildings.

Gangsters are selling all kinds of illegal and legal things for fun.

Fighting wizards live on the edge of life and death every day, and no one knows whether they will die tomorrow.

This kind of pressure is really too much.

That's why the battle wizards revel so wantonly in a place like this.

Alcohol that will affect their meditation, controlled drugs that will damage their mental and physical bodies, and foreign female and male slaves that will exhaust their bodies are just tools for them to vent their stress.

Living in this world is the hardest thing.

Under the leadership of the gang leader, Weston passed through the gang's cordon and walked to the corridor of the building used for the battle royale competition.

"Isha, this is my gladiator contribution tonight!"

The gang leader pointed at the old woman in charge of registration at the door, Weston behind him.

"That's right. What he brought today is a good product. If he is lucky enough and wins the championship, you will make a fortune."

The old woman raised her head, half of her face was gone, and her scarlet flesh was directly exposed to the air. She didn't know what kind of plane she was flying.

However, neither the gang leader nor Weston was indifferent to this.