When Bai Yang picked up the stick and rushed forward, his heart was filled with anger transformed from fear!

Swing the sword! Retract! Shield strike! Retract!

He only remembered the fighting skills he had practiced diligently for a few days, but it turned into a stick swing, retracting, swinging, and retracting.

When four malicious idle men were knocked by sticks, the true nature of the gangster was revealed. When one of them was knocked on the back of the head, he staggered forward. Just as he watched Bai Yang raise his hand to cover his head and retreat, the other two turned their heads in shock and saw Bai Yang hit the head, smashing it hard on the head of the person in his left hand. He slashed it again! Bai Yang felt a strange excitement in his heart. The person who looked back with his right hand blocked the strike with his arm. With a click, Bai Yang's thick wooden stick in his hand and the man's arm were broken at the same time.

Amid the sharp howling, Bai Yang inserted the broken stick in his hand into his face, howled and shot blood.

The heart was beating wildly, and Bai Yang felt the blood vessels beating beating around his eyes. The person who was retreating roared and rushed over. Bai Yang turned around and ran away in a panic. Seeing that there was a wooden stick where the guy was searched just now, the strange excitement in his heart rushed to his forehead. Bai Yang leaned over and grabbed a thicker stick, turned around with a grim smile, and faced him.

The only idle man who was safe was retreating in an instant, looking around with fear, and also looking for weapons.

"Bad! Come on! Come on!"

Bai Yang ran with the stick in his hands. The idle man turned his head and ran away with a white face. Bai Yang didn't chase him, but just swung the injured three people with a stick. It was not until his fingers were sore and trembling that he couldn't hold the stick, and Bai Yang stopped.

A group of onlookers watched quietly, and a little boy hugged his mother in fear. Seeing the fear in the little boy's pure eyes, Bai Yang woke up.

The ground was messy, blood was splattering everywhere, throwing the stick away, Bai Yang pointed at the idle man hiding in the crowd: "Didn't you want to tie me up and cut your ears and blackmail me from my family? Come on!"

The residents all realized, and their eyes were focused on the man with disgust and scrutiny. The idle man was stared at by everyone, and he shrank his neck and crawled out of the crowd and ran away.

Bai Yang was panting and trembling all over, with fear, soreness, and excitement. This was the first time he had fought in his life, and he even won with one match! Bai Yang wanted to laugh, and wiped the blood that had splashed on his face. He couldn't help laughing smugly.

Three idle men on the ground were unconscious, one of them was covered in blood, and some small holes were opened at the corner of his mouth, which was the result of Bai Yang's broken stick.

"Hahaha, a slut, dare to make me think, hum!"

The crowd automatically made way, Bai Yang walked faster and faster, and then ran. When he left the dock, he saw five patrol guards rushing towards the dock. Bai Yang did not stop and quickly left the Golden Shi Port Pier.

Without the intention to go shopping again, Bai Yang felt like a weed and went straight back to the Paserion Alchemy Mansion.

When he returned to the mansion, it was almost evening. Bai Yang nodded to Ashley, a dumb boy who opened the door, and heard the loud voice of Uncle Black Samuel.

"Oh! Yang! Come on! Try my baby Mrs. Dufoli! Oh, so fucking! Mrs. Dufoli is the wine that men drink!"

Bai Yang grinned and sat down.

‘Madam Du Fury’ was put in a goose-neck bottle, and the color was clear and tender green. Bai Yang poured a cup and smacked his lips. It was cool like mint and sweet with sugar, and the alcohol content was quite high!

"Good wine!"

Pour another cup of Bai Yang and taste it, which really makes it a different taste.

"How is it!" Uncle Hei's round eyes were full of expectations.

Bai Yang knew that Samuel was also a master of potion, so it was not surprising that he used the goose-neck bottle to extract potion to hold wine.

"The color is tender and clear, excellent! The wine is full of power but the mouth is soft, the best! The aroma and taste of wine are cool, but the aftertaste is sweet and perfect!"

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Taste the wine and Baiyang's crazy emotions to calm down.

"Where are you, Passelion, and you're going to the Alchemy Workshop again?"

Samuel shook his head and put down his wine glass and said, "I've accompanied His Highness to investigate the ruins of the 'Grey Mist Monster Incident'. By the way, Aiden said that you would leave your seal pattern in the mansion, and he said you know."

Bai Yang nodded: "It's the matter of title, Lord Bode, Viscount of the Kingdom."

Samuel's eyes bulged: "What! Oh, Aiden! He has known Uncle Samuel for eighteen years, but he hasn't even given me a toilet! By the way, there is one more thing, Yang! Although we are good friends, the bottle of potion from the old man Paserion is not cheap. He told me to collect money from you, and sincerely favor 50,000 gold coins."

His heart beat, and the wine from Bai Yang's mouth almost spurted out: "Fifty thousand gold coins! Samuel, you want to rob him! Just a bottle of potion, he actually asked me for 50,000 gold coins!"

Bai Yang's eyes were almost glaring out, and his brain quickly calculated and converted into RMB in less than a second. A gold coin was about ten grams of gold. Remove impurities and only pure gold is counted as about two thousand yuan, which is about 50,000 times, and a bottle of potion is equivalent to RMB 100 million! Isn't this a robbery?!

Bai Yang jumped up: "Samuel! Tell me quickly, you're kidding!"

Helplessly spreading his hands, Samuel innocently twitched: "Sadly, this is true! Dear Yang, Before Passerion has a nickname called 'Wealth Reaper', think about this nickname."

Bai Yang shook his head, sat down weakly, picked up the wine glass and stuffed it.

"I know the bottle of potion I drank is of high value, but I really didn't expect it to be so high!"

Samuel slapped Bai Yang on the shoulder: "Haha! I know you are a person who knows the goods! Why is that bottle of potion called "Goddess of Compassion III" and why is it called "Goddess". My God! Yang, let me tell you this. There are two bottles of potion of Poison of Compassion. Unless an ancient ruin is discovered and a "Goddess of Recovery" contains the power of recovery, Paserion can refine the "Goddess of Compassion" again! You understand!"

Bai Yang curled his lips and shook his head. As long as there is a Heradimu treasure box in the game, the big purple bottle can be as numerous as a hair! Alas, but this is not in the game.

Sighing, Bai Yang could only admit it: "Okay, I will pay the bill. I just have to let me go! I have something to ask you, where can I hire a bodyguard in the royal city? I met a criminal today and almost got into trouble."
Chapter completed!