The immortal body is called Teevat

Such a strange scene naturally calmed the extremely excited nobles. They suddenly felt that it was actually safe to stay in Manger's Restaurant, right?

But the facts showed that they had made another wrong judgment, although Hogman did prepare some measures to protect the personal safety of these bigwigs.

In addition to many waiters, a number of bodyguards were also deployed to protect these bigwigs.

But Wu Cheng's killing speed is so fast that no matter how many people come, they may not be enough for him to kill. With a wave of the one-handed sword in Wu Cheng's right hand, he can take away two or three lives.

These people might be rare martial arts masters among ordinary people. Wu Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Hogman really invested a lot of money.

There were even a few guys who didn't have the Eye of God. When Wu Cheng was fighting with them, Wu Cheng felt that their actual strength was even slightly better than that of Elder, a half-baked owner of the Eye of God.

But as it is said in many novels, ants are still ants after all. No matter how many there are, an elephant can crush them all to death with one foot, leaving not even ashes.

After all, not every ant has the chance to be the protagonist who changes his fate and kills people of higher levels. Most of them are stepped on to death without even any ashes left.

And Wu Cheng didn't even plan to leave their bodies intact. After their heads were chopped off, Wu Cheng would wrap their bodies with blood-colored silk threads and pull them lightly to break them into pieces.

The nobles thought that this unpleasant episode would be immediately handled by Hogman's bodyguards and waiters.

After all, Hogman had repeatedly assured them that the security personnel around them were of the best quality.

But as the number of bodyguards and waiters decreased, the nobles saw the Shura hell behind the human wall built by waiters and bodyguards.

The ground was littered with human fragments that were worthy of being collected as stamps, and the blood had even overflowed the human wall, flowing towards them like a tide.

The pungent smell of blood and other messy smells continued to mix and ferment, making people feel nauseous as soon as they smelled it. They couldn't help but want to escape from this place.

However, their legs were so trembling and weak that they didn't even have the courage to take a step out of the door. After all, the human fragments at the door seemed to silently indicate that anyone who walked out would not have a good ending.

At this time, the only thing left in the minds of these nobles was cursing Hogman. They didn't understand why so much time had passed?

This is Hogman, the person in charge of Manger's Restaurant. Why hasn't he come out to solve this problem? Or was this incident directed and acted by Hogman himself?

Wu Cheng held a one-handed sword in his right hand, and his left hand was connected by countless blood lines. His eyes revealed the pure killing eyes of an evil ghost, just like the murderer often mentioned in detective novels.

All these scenes seemed to hit the nobles head-on like a flood and a beast, and for a moment they felt the most primitive fear.

They were not only frightened to the point of being unable to move, but many even lost control of their bladders. The embarrassed looks of these big shots were no different from those of ordinary people.

At this point, they had already thrown away the sense of superiority of the nobility. They just wanted to stay alive, and by the way, teach Hogman a lesson, or replace him...

On the other side, in the basement of Manger's Restaurant, Hogman was preparing for tonight's human auction.

Hogman himself was well aware that many people would target him if he did this illegal business.

Whether it is his opponents, Fontaine officials, or the bigwigs behind him, it is all the same.

So a few years ago, he specially dug a large basement under the Mange Restaurant for his living, and also equipped it with several secret passages leading to safe points.

He always has at least seven God's Eye owners around him as bodyguards, as if he is afraid that someone will murder him.

After all, compared to those who have a lot of Mora, Hogman believes that his life is the most important. As long as he stays in this position, Mora will not be lacking.

But the nightmare he had a few days ago really made Hogman feel a little breathless, because the dream was too real, without any sense of falsehood.

He could clearly feel his head being cut off by an unknown weapon, becoming a toy for the murderer in his dream to play with.

So in the past few days he has specially strengthened the defense of Mange Restaurant, and used his own property to recruit a group of highly skilled God's Eye owners to serve as his bodyguards.

After all, at his age, he no longer has the urgent need to earn as much Mora as before. He now only hopes to maintain his status and enjoy the rest of his life.

But even after doing all this, Hogman still felt uneasy. He didn't understand what was going on with him. He must have killed thousands of people in more than ten years.

Normally, one shouldn't be affected at all by this kind of dream, but there is always a feeling in his heart telling him that he is in danger and he'd better prepare more protective measures.

At this time, a waiter came to Hogman very anxiously. Hogman looked and saw that the waiter was the general manager of Mange Restaurant.

It is intriguing that he came here outside of his working hours, and he looked so panicked that something must have gone wrong at Mange Restaurant.

For a moment, Hogman's palms were sweating and he was nervous. After all, he could have such great power today because of the support of the nobles who were the regular customers of Mange Restaurant.

Once the interests of the nobles are harmed, he can throw away the white gloves he uses to work for the nobles.

If he really lost the support of the nobles, those opponents he had offended before would immediately pounce on him like a pack of wolves and tear him to pieces.

After listening to the waiter's description of the massacre in Wucheng, Hogman cried out in his heart: "Oh no, this is bad. I am completely ruined."

And the red-eyed, black-haired boy mentioned by the waiter also gave Hogman a very bad guess.

After all, it seemed that he had asked his men to kill a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old with black hair and red eyes a few days ago. It couldn't be that the killer he hired failed, and the person he wanted to kill came here to seek revenge on him.

Based on the waiter's more detailed description, Hogman was almost certain that the visitor was indeed the young man he wanted to kill a few days ago.

From the waiter's words, it can be heard that the guy who came to cause trouble was very powerful. Even with hundreds of security guards and waiters, they could only barely stop him.

Hogman almost fainted after hearing this. What kind of powerful being had he provoked?

Hogman began to regret his initial act of hiring a killer. He never thought that he would attract such a powerful opponent.

Although those hundreds of waiters and bodyguards do not have the God's Eye, they are also martial arts talents picked from thousands.

It was only when these talented people, picked from hundreds of thousands, came together to barely hold off Wu Cheng's offensive.

As for those noble gentlemen, they were no longer something Hogman could consider. I believe they had already escaped from Mange Restaurant.

Given their character, they would be unable to even walk when seeing blood, so how could they be interested in watching the whole process of murder in the Mango Restaurant?

Meanwhile, the ferocious and bloodthirsty Hogman was hiding in his underground lair. It was unknown whether it was because he was old or his character was not as good as before.

In short, he did not lead all his men out of this underground world to suppress the riot as his subordinates had imagined. Instead, he quickly came to a shelter made of solid metal.

By the way, he also called the bodyguards he had invested heavily in to be by his side, so that Hogman felt a little relieved.

He only hoped to wait for this catastrophe to end. At worst, he could donate all the Mora he earned in his life to those noble lords, and they would surely be able to calm down.

As long as no noble lord is harmed, he can maintain his current state.

At worst, I can use my own connections and channels to buy more kittens of other breeds, right?

On the other hand, although catching kittens in various countries may be targeted by official forces of other countries, Hogman doesn't care about that in order to survive.

Even though official powers in various countries were wary of his behavior, they were ultimately unable to reach out to Fontaine.

Hogman has been dealing with nobles for more than ten years, and in his opinion, nobles are just like that.

It's just that he is showing off his power in Fontainebleau by relying on the majesty accumulated over thousands of years and the strength accumulated by his ancestors.

In front of the gangster boss, he showed his aristocratic arrogance and prejudice, and his deep-seated contempt for others. He also pointed fingers at him as if he was pointing fingers at the country.

But when facing Villette, those noble lords who had always scolded Hogman immediately changed their expressions.

As soon as they saw the great judge of Fontaine, they smiled and treated him respectfully, although Villette ignored them.

These guys look really ridiculous. As long as I am still useful, these nobles will not give up on me easily.

After all, they also need to enjoy themselves, don't they? Hogman is quite aware of the energy and connections they will spend on supporting and training a new White Glove, so it would be more cost-effective to continue using him.

It is precisely because of this that Hogman has been able to reign as the king of the underground for nearly a decade. Even if these noble lords really choose to give up on him, Hogman has already thought of the path of mutual destruction.

At worst, he could make all the dirty deeds going on in his Mange restaurant public.

I also have a ledger to record everything, and I am afraid that one day these nobles will abandon me as a pawn without honoring the moral code of war. After all, these nobles are also more cautious.

It is easy to change a white glove, but what if the existing white glove holds the leverage over them?

At least in Hogman's opinion, there won't be any problems for the time being. Nothing will happen. As long as you are alive, there is hope. If you die, there is nothing...

At this time, Hogman did not immediately send his bodyguards to the upstairs of the Mange Restaurant to calm the situation, because in his opinion, those noble lords had already run away.

As for the other martial arts masters who were hired for money, let them die. At most, he can just hire another batch after this. As long as he is not the one who dies, it will be fine.

But the problem was that all the visible exits had been blocked by Wu Cheng using blood threads to form a blood net, making it impossible for anyone to walk out of the Mange Restaurant and return home intact.

Although the enemies in front of Wu Cheng were all masters of martial arts, no matter how many fatal attacks Wu Cheng suffered, they continued to kill as if nothing had happened.

In the eyes of these people who are proficient in martial arts, Wu Cheng can no longer be called a human being. He is an efficient and simple killing machine with only killing and madness in his eyes.

As for defense and blocking, these things that hinder the speed of killing have all been abandoned by him.

They thought that Wu Cheng was experiencing a last gasp, but whose last gasp lasted so long?

And because Wu Cheng's method of killing is so bloody, even monsters are probably not as brutal as Wu Cheng.

As the number of companions of these guys who are proficient in martial arts continues to decrease, and the scene before them that is like the Asura hell also makes the last string of their rationality break.

It is commonly said that when the san value is lost too much, one becomes brain-dead.

So the human wall they formed to block Wu Cheng collapsed silently when the first person retreated and shouted to escape, and they ran around wildly like headless flies.

Maybe their united formation just now could still bring a little pressure to Wu Cheng, but when they fled in all directions,

That would be a one-sided massacre for Wu Cheng. And Wu Cheng would not let these guys go, he was never willing to show mercy to his enemies.

Sympathy and pity for the enemy are the most useless things...

As the last guy holding a one-handed sword fell down and turned into part of the debris, Wu Cheng turned his gaze to the dozen or so nobles who were trembling in their seats.

Wu Cheng walked towards the gathering place of the nobles step by step, and Wu Cheng also found that these nobles who were originally high and mighty trembled even more violently when they saw him getting closer and closer to them.

It seems that these high and mighty beasts are also afraid of death. I really don't understand whether they had expected this day to come when they were playing with human lives.

Wu Cheng asked the nobles in a rather unkind tone: "I want to ask you a few questions now. After I finish asking the questions, you can leave this place and I will not do anything to you."

"But if you hide things from me or lie to me, I guarantee that your fate will be no better than these pieces on the ground. I hope you understand."

At this time, several nobles who had lost their minds did not know how the logic in their minds worked. They still thought that Wu Cheng did not dare to kill them, but was just using the power of killing these inferior people to threaten them to obtain information.

So a typical representative who was courting death said rudely: "Even if you have the courage, you dare not kill us. If you dare to kill us, my family will make your relatives die on the streets of Fontaine the next day."

Wu Cheng's calm expression just now turned into extremely angry. What he cared about most now was his family. This nobleman was really stupid and disgusting.

So Wu Cheng wrapped it with countless blood threads and cut every inch of its flesh bit by bit.

The nobles saw that this noble who had a very determined attitude was being cut into minced meat bit by bit for free while he kept wailing.