In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

"I hope so. It's not easy for me to get good stuff. Yisha, please arrange a good position for my baby. If you win money, I will repay you well."

"Okay, good stuff has to be placed in a good place to make the audience excited enough."

Isha was also very satisfied with Weston, a good guy, and nodded in response.

"Rookie, tell me your name."

Before coming here, the gang leader had told Weston that no real name was needed here.

No one cares about your real name.

So Weston reported the nickname he got by mistake from Guli Alonso of the North Wind family, Bad Wolf.

I am a bad wolf, not a hungry wolf.

I will never recognize this nickname.

Don't be too ashamed, okay?

When Weston was adding drama to his mind, the old woman Isha casually wrote the name of the wolf on a building layout diagram on the table.

Two of Isha's subordinates standing next to him came over and went to pull Weston. One of them reached out and grabbed the weapon belt around Weston's waist.

Weston grabbed the hand that was reaching for the weapon belt on his waist and pulled it, then kneed him in the face.

After being hit, the little minion with a blooming face let out a muffled grunt and flew backwards.

Wow…

There was a sound of a gun being pulled, and the gang gunmen on guard at the door raised their guns and pointed at Weston.

Weston showed no sign of weakness. The teapot and Black Star Kai were pulled out at the same time, pointing at the gang leader and the old woman Isha respectively.

If anyone dared to shoot, Weston would definitely shoot immediately and blow the two people's heads off.

"What's going on, Scar'er? Didn't you settle your people?"

The old woman Yisha was pointed at the head by Weston's gun, but her expression did not change at all. Instead, she looked at the gang leader Scar Er with a smile on her face.

However, against the shameless and terrifying side of her face, this smile was uglier than a ghost's cry.

"Weiston, what are you doing?"

Under the smile of the old woman Isha, the gang leader Scar's ear was sweating, and he said anxiously to Weston.

"What are they doing, why do they want to shoot me?"

The muzzle of Weston's gun did not waver at all. It was still pointing straight at the heads of the gang leader Scar'er and the old woman Yixia, and asked the gang leader Scar'er.

"Didn't I tell you on the way? In the battle royale competition, you are not allowed to bring your own weapons. Everyone can only find weapons from the venue to fight against the enemy."

"No, you didn't say that."

Weston's decisive answer made the sweat on Scar's head flow even more happily.

"Isha, give me some time. I'm in such a hurry on the road. I might have missed some of the things I told you."

"Scar'er, you know the rules. If the game time is delayed, you don't need to explain to me. You need to make it clear to the boss directly."

At the mention of the boss, the sweat on Scar Er's head turned into a waterfall.

It was as if there was an extra faucet on Scar's head, watering Scar's head.

"Yes, I understand. I will solve the problem immediately."

Scar's ear turned his head and roared at Weston, asking Weston to immediately put down the gun, hand it over and go in to compete as agreed.

But how could Weston trust these bastards?

My own teapot, which is an equipment with red letter rule characteristics, fell into the hands of these animals. It would be strange for me to get it back.

If he had to hand over his gun, why would he play a battle royale game?

His own gun was enough to pay for the loss of the gang leader Scar Er more than ten times this time.

Weston insisted not to hand over the gun, Scar's ears were anxious but couldn't do anything.

The surrounding gunmen have begun to make secret moves. The stalemate is becoming increasingly dangerous, and a gun battle may break out at any time.

The spectators enjoying themselves nearby also saw this.

But for people like them, watching the excitement is not a big deal.

They shouted loudly in nearby residential buildings to encourage them, for fear that they would not be able to start the fight.

Just when Weston was thinking about whether to strike first, a man pushed away the two gang gunmen and rushed into the circle.

"Boss Hungry Wolf, what happened?"

Weston cautiously glanced out of the corner of his eye and confirmed the identity of the visitor.

"Papa, is this your place?"

The person who appeared was Papa, the arrogant subordinate who took care of Weston in the hospital when Weston was hospitalized.

"No, this is the territory of the Hellcat Brotherhood. I came here to play with my brothers. Boss Hungry Wolf, what happened? Do you want me to call someone over?"

"No need."

Weston heard that this was not Erlu's territory, and he didn't want to involve Papa and the others.

Weston put down his gun and said to the old woman Isha opposite.

“You didn’t make it clear to me about this matter, and I take no responsibility for it.

But now there is someone here who makes me feel safe to hand over my weapons. I am willing to hand over my weapons to my people and participate in the battle royale competition. Do you have any opinions? "

The old woman Isha glanced at Papa who dared to rush into the scene of the conflict alone, and recognized the identity of the other party at a glance, the Chariot Arena Chariot Fighters Gang, a ruthless person.

Isha glared at the gang leader Scar Er next to him again.

The members of the Chariot Fighters Gang do not do dirty work and do not have many conflicts of interest with the gangs.

Coupled with the fact that the people in the Chariot Fighters are united, the gangsters are unwilling to provoke this alternative gang.

Scar'er found this guy today, and he turned out to be a ruthless person. It seems like there's going to be trouble tonight.

That fat pig, Erli, is the one who protects his shortcomings. If his people died in the battle royale game, it would be a lively event.

However, no matter how much trouble there is, Isha will not delay his management of the battle royale game.

If the gangsters were afraid of trouble, they wouldn't do this beheading business.

Weston inserted the weapon into the belt holster and stuffed the belt into Papa's arms.

"Hold some for me, I'll go in and play!"

"Go in?"

Papa was stunned for a moment, and after understanding what Weston meant, he said to Weston in horror.

"Boss Hungry Wolf, there is a narrow escape from death here. How about you..."

Weston turned back to Papa with a smile and said: "Those people are the ones who will survive a narrow escape from death. If I go in, they will die without a chance."

"By the way, Papa, remember to bet big on me to win!"

Before Weston walked into the corridor with his bare hands and followed Isha's subordinates, he turned back and said one last word to Papa.

Holding Weston's equipment, Papara walked back to the crowd of his brothers and gave instructions after passing by the two brothers.

The two brothers rushed out immediately, drove back to the fighting arena, and went to invite Boss Erli.

Papa looked at the weapon in his arms and remembered what the hungry wolf boss said to him. After some hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said to the brothers around him.

"Brothers, would you like to play a big game with me?"