Zhao Qian could feel that his code of conduct and the way he handled things were changing.
The principle is the same as staying with someone for a long time and not noticing that he has gained weight.
This change may be subtle in the eyes of the person involved, but extremely obvious in the eyes of some people.
For example, if it were the matter of paying the rent last night, if it were him in the past, he would definitely reveal it in a low-key manner, instead of easily exposing the information that he had a lot of food.
His ideas are changing, from being cautious in the past to slowly accepting that he is not an ordinary person's privileges.
In the past, I would definitely not have rashly followed this group of bandits into the bandits' den.
The station was secretly changing travelers through certain tasks so that they could be used for his own purposes.
At least he didn't discover it too late.
“Do you want more wine?”
In a tavern near the Cowboy Hotel that the waiter said was relatively safe, Zhao Qian listened silently to the words of these drunkards and picked up a lot of information.
This gathering place was formerly a US military air base, and is now controlled by three desert gangster families, the Seers family, the Armstrong family, and the Esther family.
They each secretly control one-third of the outsider area, thereby controlling the entire underground desert gangster gathering place.
What Zhao Qian met yesterday was the sparring team hired by the young people from those three families.
The actual strength of this gathering place, the plundering team, is that only the family leader can give orders.
I wanted to rob a few passers-by nearby to practice my skills, but unexpectedly I met the evil star Zhao Qian.
He remembered that the young man riding a lizard from the Armstrong family seemed to have been killed by himself.
Zhao Qian held the empty cup and thought, judging from the words of comfort those guys admired, the reason why he was okay now was not only because there were more heirs in the Armstrong family, but also because he was with the Grenthers who drove him to the hotel.
There is a certain relationship.
The energy-saving lights above the head outside have already gone dark when it gets dark.
In the words of some people, these lights rely on the desert sun to maintain power.
When the desert sun rises, they will naturally light up.
Get up, remind people that it's dawn.
This group of residents who have lived in this gathering place for a long time have long been accustomed to this.
After walking out of the tavern, which smelled of sweat, alcohol and some kind of burning plant similar to tobacco, Zhao Qian looked at the street and saw that there weren't many pedestrians on the street.
There was the glow of ash bugs on the roadside but more thanks to the ventilation system of the former base, at least in one person's opinion.
He raised his head and looked at a dark place above his head.
Above that, a certain protruding iron fence was the dividing line between the outsider area and the actual owner of this gathering place.
"Only half a can."
In the streets and alleys, some wanderers who are most indispensable in this world and some bachelors who want to solve their physical needs are making various deals that are commonplace in the dark.
Zhao Qian simply rejected several women who wanted to greet him and salesmen who were trying to sell something.
He walked silently towards the cowboy hotel in the distance. one person.
The number of pedestrians on the road has decreased due to the advent of darkness.
The darkness in the outsider area does not seem very safe in the eyes of some people, and they are walking in a hurry.
"Bang" At the corner of a certain alley, a man with stumbling steps and a smell of alcohol walked towards Zhao Qian.
As if he was about to bump into the stranger in front of him.
"puff"
Zhao Qian looked coldly at this guy with some evil intentions.
This old-fashioned three-hand technique did not even touch the corner of the clothes of the former gangster leader.
He put his foot behind the man's back knee.
This pretending The drunk man knelt down on one knee and fell to the ground.
"Hiss, let go, let go and save my life" The drunkard seemed to wake up immediately.
The drunkard shouted as if begging for mercy.
Zhao Qian pinched his secretly stretched out wrist.
As soon as he exerted force, several crisp crackling sounds of bones suddenly came from his hand.
The people quickly surrounded Zhao Qian the second time he exerted his strength.
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The other party had been planning for a long time.
"Let Tiger go" The leading black man looked at the scene indifferently.
In fact, this kind of farce had been staged more than once in his hands.
He ended up every time after Tiger succeeded or failed.
"You are the boss of this guy" But he didn't answer the other party's question.
Zhao Qian looked at this group of guys who seemed to have a large number of people, his eyes were full of coldness.
What it means to have trouble come to your doorstep is now explained very vividly and vividly.
"Shit you trash, did you hear that?"
The black man looked at the confident Asian in front of him with a livid face.
This was different from the group of yellow people in his impression who would rather lose money and live in peace.
The opposite side looks like a napping lion.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but thinking about the tasks assigned to him by his boss and Tiger's almost useless right hand, he still motioned to his men to solve the problem.
There must be an explanation.
"Peng."
There was a muffled sound of fists hitting flesh from the corner of the deserted street, and a man half-kneeling down to the ground, clutching his stomach.
Scream, causing passersby to run away after hearing it.
Zhao Qian calmly looked at the white man on the ground who was knocked down by his punch.
In fact, it had been a long time since he had solved a problem with his fists.
If he hadn't been unclear about the rules of this strange place, murder would have been inevitable.
After all, sometimes it's better to avoid getting into trouble.
The pleasure of fisting to the flesh, and the sound of ticket notification came to my ears.
"Main mission one: Wasteland survival has been completed."
"You are rewarded with 100 travel points."
"Milestone: Wanderer, you have lived in 2 different gathering places.
You still need to live in 3 different gathering places to obtain this title."
It's past midnight.
He also knocked down a few oncoming gangsters with his fists.
"call"
Another gust of wind came from behind, but Zhao Qian did not respond to the metal baseball bats that the guy in front of him was swinging with his hands.
Something is wrong.
Almost instinctively, he realized that the force exerted by this man was obviously much heavier than that of other gangsters.
The backhand of these guys The thought flashed through my mind.
Just like I thought about something before.
He took a few steps forward and withstood the dagger thrown by one of the anxious ones among the remaining ones.
Without the happy fists and kicks that the guys in front could enjoy.
The sword was drawn out.
These ordinary people even just saw a flash of metallic color that suddenly appeared, and the next second they were dead.
Three seconds, five swords.
The smell of blood, there were several dead bodies on the quiet street.
"The threat level has increased to 5."
Zhao Qian looked at the footsteps approaching from the opposite side and murmured something like a smile but not a smile.
In other people's mouths, it may be regarded as self-talk similar to a quirk.
But in Zhao Qian's ears, it was like a lightning strike.
He looked solemnly at the guy in front of him who shouldn't appear in a human gathering place.
Identification is on
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