"Hey! Say you, come on, come on." The gangsters sitting in the pub looked at each other and smiled wickedly. The boss in the middle raised his feet on the table and waved at the man.

The man seemed to not want to pay attention to him at all, and walked straight to the bar counter, under his pale mask, and his calm eyes were staring at the owner of the tavern.

The boss raised his drooping eyelids slightly, and saw that the creepy mask had no emotional fluctuations, and he spoke lightly:

"You're here too early."

"I have always been very early." The man sat down at the bar, took the cocktail handed over by the boss, and shook it gently.

Seeing that he completely ignored him, the gangster boss's face looked a little ugly. The gangsters stood up from the chair and walked towards the man next to the bar with malicious intentions.

"Hey! Our boss called you over, are you deaf?!" A gangster picked up the wine bottle on the table and walked behind the man with a fierce look. A sharp and harsh voice echoed throughout the tavern.

The man glanced at the boss, "Your guest?"

The boss chuckled, wiped the wine glass in his hand, and said casually: "If you don't pay, you are not a guest."

"oh."

Seeing that he was being ignored again, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He raised the bottle of wine in his hand and smashed it hard into the man's head.

"Fuck your mother!"

Bang!!

A silver light flashed by, and the next moment, the gangster flew out like a cannonball, hitting heavily on the wall of the tavern. A large mouthful of blood was spewed out, and then slid down from the wall like mud.

The entire tavern suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Another gangster walked into the pool of blood quietly and reached into his breath with his hands. His face turned pale and he sat on the ground.

"Diet...die!"

He actually dared to kill someone?!

The gangster's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared at the man who was waving his wine glass leisurely, with a hint of horror flashing in his eyes.

Is he a lunatic?! He will kill someone if he disagrees!

He was in the underworld for several years, and although he had fought with others a lot, he was at most seriously injured and asked him to kill someone... How dare he!

Moreover, no one saw how he took action, so he killed people in such an understatement.

This person is not something they can afford!

The boss stood up from the chair suddenly, "Crazy...ret!"

As he said that, he hurried out with the remaining seven or eight brothers, and did not even look at his brother's body. Instead, he stared at the strange masked man with Yu Guang, his whole body tense, afraid that he would suddenly take action.

The man sat there quietly, the shaking wine glass in his hand suddenly trembled, and the rolling cocktail spilled out of the wine glass, carrying a silver light, like a liquid bullet, piercing through the bodies of several gangsters who were about to step out of the door in the blink of an eye.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"You..." The boss widened his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

Several heavy objects landed on the ground, and the man looked at his empty wine glass and pushed it in front of the boss.

"Give me another drink."

The boss sighed lightly, took the empty wine glass, poured the wine again, "It's hard for me to clean it like this."

"This is your job, isn't it? Vulture." The man said lightly, "It's fine if you don't want to clean it, just kill all the people who step into this store."

".........Your intention to kill yourself is still so strong for so many years, Special Envoy."

The boss slowly took out cleaning tools from under the bar, and like an ordinary person, he began to clean the bloody tavern.

"I heard that the red bird is dead?" the man suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Yes, the No. 2 evil seed was killed. Now he is the fourth special envoy, and he seems to be called...JOKER?"

The man's brows raised slightly under the mask, "Clown? It's interesting... I really want to kill and kill."

"You have killed several fourth envoys. If you kill again, the president should be angry." The boss twisted the rag in his hand and said helplessly.

Squeak.

The door of the tavern was opened again. When the two of them looked at each other, the boss's movement of wiping the floor suddenly stopped.

A man in black and wearing a white mask walked in from outside, his eyes stayed in the blood on the ground for a moment, and then landed on another masked man next to the bar.

"You are the new fourth special envoy, JOKER?" The man was slightly stunned when he saw the strange laughter and crying mask on Ji Qianming's face, and asked with uncertainty.

"It's me." Ji Qianming replied coldly, "The third special envoy, the king?"

Wang Jue didn't say anything, but just looked at him quietly. The boss who was cleaning the floor quietly retreated aside, and the atmosphere of the entire tavern suddenly solidified.

bite--!

Wang Jue flicked the glass of wine in his hand, and a silver light flashed by. The glass popped out of his hand like a cannonball, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, and flew straight towards Ji Qianming's head.

Damn! Crazy?!

Ji Qianming cursed in his mind, raised his right hand like lightning, and used the clown to fool the direction when he touched the wine glass. In an instant, the wine glass shot at the king again along the flying trajectory.

Wang Jue looked at the flying wine glass, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. His head turned slightly. The terrifying wine glass roared past his ears and slammed heavily on the counter behind him, directly smashing the bar on the marble surface to smash.

Ji Qianming's eyes narrowed slightly. The wine glass that Wang Jue threw just now had such terrifying lethality! If he had chosen to take it head-on, his cultivator's physique would have been seriously injured.

Wang Jue looked at the disheveled bar, then looked at Ji Qianming with a cold breath, and chuckled:

"Funny, so funny! I'm looking forward to the feeling of killing you."

As he said that, he slowly walked to Ji Qianming and finally answered Ji Qianming's question just now: "Yes, I am the king..."

Bang!!

A fist shadow flashed past and hit Wang Jue's lower abdomen. In an instant, Wang Jue felt like he was hit by a speeding train head-on. He dragged out a shadow and flew backwards, smashing directly through the tavern walls.

The smoke and dust fly, the room is full of chaos.

Ji Qianming looked at him coldly and slowly spit out two words: "Shad pen."

If you ask questions carefully, you will start working hard. Now you want to talk to me well?

Still looking forward to killing me?

Is there something wrong?

The boss, who was originally extremely calm, was shocked by Ji Qianming's move. Over the years, there was actually a fourth special envoy who dared to attack the third special envoy directly, and it was even more successful!

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." The sound of coughing came from the smoke and dust. Wang Jue slowly walked out of it. A few drops of blood flowed from the edge of the mask. It was probably because he had just been hit by this punch and he was directly squirted out of blood.

He stared at Ji Qianming with his eyes as if he was a beast locked in his prey. He chuckled twice and spoke in a low voice:
Chapter completed!