The slave men stared at each other, and they might look at each other in normal times.

But not.

Their eyes were surprised from the beginning, and then they became more and more fanatical and excited!

Are you afraid? Why are you afraid? Fear of losing? They have nothing to lose!

Before Erlan came, she guessed Sreta's rough plan, but she didn't expect that she would say that the murder was so cold...

"This time I smash the store is not an ordinary store, but a damaging me! Beating people is not simply fighting each other, but giving me a look for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!"

"Since he dares to cut my man and almost dies because of this, I have to give it back!"

"I am a generous person. Since I have given me a gift, I will give it back ten times..."

"Since he hurts me two people, I will hurt them all the people in the tavern!!"

Sreta...was standing up for their slaves...

The slave men's eyes widened even wider. Although everyone was incredible, they were even more excited and excited. A few of them could not help but want to stand up, but they thought that Sreta was still talking and forced to hold it back.

"Smashing a shop is risky, and beating people is prone to accidents, so it is naturally not surprising that a few people die. Of course, I still hope that ours will not die. Just as yesterday, the bosses and workers of the tavern are likely to be the bounty hunters of the guild. They have superb weapons and skills and are better at fighting than us."

"But we are not afraid of him!"

"Although we are not more people than them, we are not afraid of him!"

"So don't be afraid of being injured, and don't be afraid of the other party's death!" Sreta gritted his teeth and glanced at the slave men coldly: "Take the dagger and stab me! The sword is sheathed, and chop me! The wooden sticks greet me in the head!"

"If you are soft-hearted and scared! I can only tell you that we will be vulnerable to the time to react! Because their personal strength is stronger than any of us! We must hit them unexpectedly, and we must first cause their number to be reduced!"

"You are soft and scared. When they realize that the person who is injured will be the people around you and the brothers around you. Maybe they will become the same as those who are lying on the bed to recuperate...or, the brothers around you will die..."

"Why do you die? Because you are soft-hearted! Because you are still scared! You dare not kill anyone! But they dare to kill you! Why do you say that? Because they didn't care about your death the day before yesterday, otherwise they wouldn't be so hurt!"

"And, can you swallow this breath by your brother being hurt like this?"

Noqi's face was red and his ears were red, and he couldn't help but shout: "I can't swallow it!"

The other slave men woke up and shouted quickly: "I can't swallow it!"

"I can't swallow it, what are you going to do?"

Sreta laughed angrily: "I tell you what to do! Blast their shop and hurt their people, eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth for teeth!"

Everyone shouted.

"Eye for an eye! Teeth for an tooth!!"

Erlan was so scared that she trembled all over. She hurried to the window and lifted up the curtains to look at them. Seeing that there was no one around, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Sreta's lips raised and she smiled coldly: "Come up and get the guy!"

The slave men immediately stepped forward and snatched crazily. Everyone gave priority to snatching the long sword and dagger, but the number of long swords and daggers was limited, so who would snatch them first?

The one who didn't get it could only pinch the wooden stick in his hand, and his expression was very disappointed.

The slave men who got the long sword and the dagger looked even more enthusiastic and sneered, as if they were thirsty and wanted to drink blood.

The bloody nature hidden in their hearts was quietly inspired by Sreta.

Their lives belonged to Sreta, and they had nothing to fear of losing.

Those who should be afraid of losing are the opponent!

Noqi grabbed a long sword, his mouth raised and his expression was cold and his eyes were covered with blood. He gently stroked the long sword, as if he was already fantasizing about using the sword to kill the enemy.

The two people lying next to the fireplace were also very excited. They also wanted to get up to participate, but they knew that they could not participate at all, and their faces were full of annoyance and irritability.

"After a while, it will be the early morning when the guards in major urban areas hand over shifts. At that time, the guards in the south city will be replaced, and the revolving guards will patrol the city. It just so happens that the first direction of the urban patrol is not that tavern! So, we have enough time, but don't move too slowly! Do you understand?!"

"Understood!"

"Of course, you can't hurt the guests, so you need to wait until they close before you can do it!"

"Understood!"

Sreta breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Erlan at the window and said, "Elan, I'll go to the bathroom, let them go when it's almost time!"

Erlan nodded and responded.

Sreta looked at the slave men again and said with a smile: "I won't go with you, wait for you to return triumphantly at home! When I come back, I will take some beer and take it home and drink it warmly with the fire!"

Sreta's words "at home" undoubtedly made the slave men feel extremely turbulent and their eyes were even more fanatical.

Then Sreta jumped off her chair and headed towards the bathroom in the building.

The slave men also began to prepare their luggage, put on their cloaks and pinch their weapons, and move their hands and feet, and prepare for their departure at any time.

Erlan was always afraid that Sreta wanted to go with her, but now she was relieved to see that she would not go with her.

This is not a joke. Sretta's extreme and somewhat exposes his madness. I am afraid he really wants to see the fanatical and violent scenes that will be later.

Fortunately, Sreta was still afraid of his identity and did not set out.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, Erlan immediately spoke out and asked the slave men to set off.

The slave man smiled at each other, put his cloak on his cloak and brought his own weapons, and more than a dozen people set off.

The early morning storm in the capital of the Kingdom of Heine has arrived.

When Erlan saw these slave men going out with weapons, she always felt a little worried.

Turning back, she saw the two wounded men lying next to the fireplace moving, and she was not angry and went up to teach her a lesson.

Although Erlan is very different from these slaves, Keerlan is a civilian after all, and her strange views on slaves are much less obvious than others. Perhaps because of Sreta's relationship, she did not discriminate against these slaves too much.

Of course, there are not many good looks.

After taking care of the wounded for a while, Erlan saw that Sreta had not come out of the toilet yet, she came to the building toilet and knocked on the door in confusion.

"Little Master?"

"Little Master?"

After calling twice in a row, Erlan suddenly stared at him.

It's over!

Sure enough, I still thought it too simple!

How could Sreitan's unlucky child, the extreme and violent little master, really not to watch that fanatical and violent feast?!

Erlan stomped her feet hard and secretly scolded herself for being stupid. She put on her cloak and walked with her steps dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada

Suddenly she saw that there were still many wooden roots left on the floor of the building. She stomped her feet and picked up one and grabbed the door and ran out.

The wounded were left with big eyes lying on the bed.
Chapter completed!