Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The skin of these swamp people is as deep as bronze, and they wear homemade linen clothes, exuding a wild and fierce aura.

What's more important is that under their open long clothes, there is an occasional cold light flashing - it is the exposed close-fitting sharp knife.

Obviously, as business partners of the kingdom, they have the default privilege to carry self-defense weapons.

Facing this battle, Kavin was already numb with fear.

The middle-aged man at the head was still frowning and thinking, and did not give any orders.

The first young man who came forward was impatient to wait and took action directly.

He did not take out the sharp knife, but stretched out his hand to catch Lu Meng to prevent the pedestrian from turning around and running away.

It is impossible to tell whether what this man said is true or false - but he knows that his group of people are worthy of being targeted, which can be confirmed.

The income from selling grain this time can be said to be the entire village's income for a year. Whether it is purchasing necessities or handing over the gang's regular money, we have to count on people like ourselves to go back, and there is no room for failure.

But before the swamp man's hand touched Lu Meng's shoulder, his eyes suddenly started to spin, and he felt like his whole body was weightless.

"boom!"

The young swampman fell heavily to the ground, and at the same time, a sharp pain shot from his shoulder.

"Alan!" someone screamed.

As spectators, they see it clearly.

The moment Allen stretched out his hand, the white-haired young man acted late and first at the same time. He turned sideways, wrapped his arms around Allen's waist, and threw him to the ground.

The speed was so fast that even the people who came with Allen did not react.

At this moment, Lu Meng was stepping on the young man's shoulder, stretching his big arm straight with one hand, and could break it with just a little force.

"Stop!" Only then did the middle-aged leader shout.

But instead of facing Lu Meng, he stopped the young people who wanted to rush forward after seeing Allen being subdued.

"You're all frizzy!" He scolded angrily, with a hint of resentment, "No one will pamper you outside!"

I was just about to ask about the specific situation in detail, but in the blink of an eye I saw that a fight had already begun.

The environment in the swamp is secluded. Young people who grew up in the village may have never seen an outsider in their lives. They usually like to do things with others who are strong-willed. Now that I have finally brought them out to see the world, I have actually brought out this habit with them.

Let them teach you a lesson.

"But Uncle Hua..." a girl said aggrievedly, "Look, he even broke Allen's hand."

Uncle Hua took a closer look and saw that Allen had been let go by the man.

The young man stood up with a look of reluctance on his face, holding his shoulders while staring angrily at Lu Meng. However, his entire right arm was unable to move and was naturally drooping and loose.

Boxer? Uncle Hua guessed in his heart.

The climate in the swamp is humid and metal corrodes quickly, and swords are no exception. Many swamp people usually practice wrestling and hand-to-hand combat, and Allen is already considered a good player among them.

Unexpectedly, he was knocked to the ground as soon as he met him, and one of his arms was removed.

Uncle Hua didn't notice the opponent's specific technical moves, but just looking at the performance, it was pretty good in the swamp.

"Shut up, it's just a dislocation!" Uncle Hua scolded again, "Besides, he brought this on himself."

He stepped forward and pulled Allen away, and tied his belt tightly around his linen clothes, so that even if he had a close-fitting sharp knife, he would not be able to pull it out for a while to avoid misunderstanding.

The leader of the swamp dwellers then bowed and apologized: "The young man is young, energetic and ignorant. I hope you, my friend, can forgive their mistakes."

Lu Meng just smiled and did not respond.

"It was our fault from the beginning." Uncle Hua sighed when he saw this.

Following someone without their permission is hardly a kind act in the wilderness.

It's just that although Uncle Hua is quite experienced in the village, he doesn't have much experience in the outside world, so he just took it for his own convenience.

"Let's see if this works." He took out a small box from his pocket. "This is a specialty of our village. Just treat it as an apology..."

Before Uncle Hua could finish speaking, another young swamp man who had caught sight of him exclaimed:

"Black extract?"

"Uncle Hua, didn't you say there was no more? You lied to us!"

"You're willing to do this, so why not share it with me first..."

"Go, go, children, use less." Uncle Hua pushed away these young people who were joining in the fun, and just opened the box a small crack to show Lu Meng:

"This is a magic medicine. It can be used for anti-inflammatory and analgesic purposes..."

Lu Meng: "...Ah, I don't need this..."

"Don't refuse in a hurry. You may not know that apart from these, the greatest advantage of this black extract is still here."

"As long as you dig out a little bit of anointing oil, you can eliminate all people's sorrows...I heard that in the United City, the nobles like to add a little bit to the wine. One sip can make you happier than the emperor."

Uncle Hua thought that Lu Meng's rejection was due to lack of understanding, so he continued to introduce patiently and sincerely.

In fact, what they originally wanted to do with the Shaq Kingdom was the black extract business.

It's just a pity that here, it is something contraband.

You know, just because the nobles of the United City liked it, many swamp people in the villages east of the swamp destroyed their paddy fields and planted their raw materials, eggplant and hemp instead of rice. They made a lot of money.

It seemed that his village was destined not to have such good fortune. Uncle Hua sighed secretly.

Lu Meng firmly refused, his eyes gloomy.

The swamps are humid, hot and miasmatic, and residents living there are inevitably suffering from rheumatism.

When you feel uncomfortable, other than drinking some liquor to anesthetize and warm up, the only other option is to use drugs.

Perhaps in their eyes, this was just an ordinary local medicine, but Lu Meng knew what its essence was.

——At least people outside the swamp don’t buy them for any serious purpose.

Uncle Hua took back the box with a little regret, but he didn't have anything good besides.

If placed in the village, such a small box of black extract would cost more than 100 karat coins, but if placed outside, it would cost ten times or dozens of times before someone would be willing to buy it.

Unexpectedly, such treasures could not impress him.

Judging from the appearance of the other party, he is about the same age as the girls and boys he brought with him, but his personality is much more mature and stable.

‘The outside world is still tough. ’ Uncle Hua sighed in his heart.

Although the swamp has a dangerous environment, it is also isolated from the world and saves them from many troubles.

Correspondingly, people who grew up in the village will also lack a lot of experience in living and dealing with the world.

"I'm not asking for any compensation." Lu Meng called the young man over, held down his dislocated arm, and pushed hard.

With a crisp sound and a cry of pain, Allen's right arm was reattached.

He moved a bit, but he didn't feel any stiffness at all.

"Thank you, I'm sorry..." Allen lowered his head, with a strong accent in his voice: "Your skills are very good, but next time when I'm full, I won't lose to you."

"You ate three portions of your last meal, and you're not full yet?" a companion behind him laughed.

Lu Meng patted Allen on the shoulder to stop him from turning around and beating him up: "Take a good rest for two days first."

"Yes..." The young swamp man said muffledly, holding back his cry of pain.

"I still want to ask what you said about someone targeting us..." Seeing that the white-haired young man was not angry, Uncle Hua decided to ask in detail.

"There's someone!" At this moment, without waiting for Lu Meng to speak, the swamp people discovered someone running from a distance.

They all took out their weapons.

Really coming?

Uncle Hua looked at Lu Meng in surprise, but found that the other person's expression was a little strange.

Soon, they themselves understood.

Although the people who came over looked like robbers, they were not in groups, but running in twos and threes.

It's more of an escape than an attack.

They were covered in blood and their faces were filled with fear.

What he shouted was not slogans such as "kill" and "rob".

Instead: “Help!”

"Boss, he's crazy!"