"Sodros is a man with a simple mind and a well-developed limbs, and he can be regarded as a martial artist."

——Azeroy, the leader of the violent hunting team

In the small town of Neopela, where night is filled with darkness, there is no one on the street.

The shaking corpse thieves were whispering in groups of three or five, and the mummies with solemn expressions were some relying on the corners of the wall to breathe, while others were motionless and closed their eyes to rest.

A bar called "Blue Ocean" has an old sign at the door, covered with dust.

The bar was brightly lit and crowded, and seemed to be blinded to everything outside.

On a huge round table, there are many delicious delicacies.

For example, the plump roast goose, the aromatic beer duck, the roasted suckling pig with a knife in it, and the freshly decorated cold beer, everything makes people feel like they are having a banquet.

"Come on, everyone eat while it's hot. You're welcome to be polite!" A pair of chopsticks poked the fat goose a few times and pulled off a large piece of meat.

The owner of the chopsticks is a middle-aged man wearing a red turban and a white robe.

Around him were middle-aged men dressed exactly like him.

"Why are the violent hunting teams? What we pay most attention to is the relationship between the members," someone said carelessly while pulling off a chicken wing.

"It's great to get together to have a hot pot meal in this place where birds don't poop." Someone took out a slice of beef from the hot pot.

"When Lord Dirigi arrives in person, why do we have another big meal?" someone suggested.

"Tsk tsk, a good idea", this sentence attracted everyone's praise.

There is a peaceful atmosphere inside the bar, while it is not so calm outside the bar.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air, and even the corpse thieves and mummies did not notice it.

Five powerful auras were cleverly hidden outside the window.

"Head, the blessing of this god is so great." Hans poked a small hole through the window and paid close attention to the movement inside.

"Shh, whisper," Yang Jian, who was in a transparent state, made a booing move.

"Boss, do you want me to rush in and kill this group of birdmen without leaving any armor?" Bob's eyes widened.

"Don't be reckless, Bob, implement a plan immediately," Yang Jian said as he took out a pair of grenades from his backpack.

"Bao Zhuangshi", Yang Jian handed the grenade to Bob.

"What's wrong?" Bob was a little puzzled.

"In order to minimize your casualties, Bob, you must throw this grenade into the hot pot of the bar accurately." Yang Jian looked serious.

"I would have been the agile Moby," Bob muttered reluctantly, remembering the Dark Elf Engineer Captain, known as the "human grenade launcher".

No matter how much he said, Bao Zhuangshi still rolled up his sleeves.

I saw him clenching his fist with his left hand and his right arm tightly clamping the grenade like a spring ready to go.

"Ha!" Bob groaned and began to accumulate energy.

He gently pulled the grenade's pulling ring with his left hand, and a pungent smell of gunpowder suddenly spread.

"Wow!" A flash of light flashed in Bob's eyes, and then he threw out a grenade.

In the air, a gorgeous parabola formed, and the target was the beef hot pot that was still rippling.

"Pu" the grenade successfully sank into the pot, causing countless waves.
Chapter completed!