The members of the violent search team, who were eating and drinking a lot, were talking and laughing, watched helplessly as a black object, sank into the hot pot at a strange angle, and they couldn't help but open their eyes wide.

"What's this?" A member of the group put his head above the hot pot in confusion and watched.

"Gululu", rich bubbles and black smoke emerged from the hot pot.

An ominous premonition enveloped the entire group members.

At this time, the grenade floated from the bottom of the hot pot, revealing a hideous end.

"This is... a grenade!" The team members roared, and their bodies were already lying down.

However, before he could come, the grenade exploded.

"Bang!!!", a earth-shaking loud noise caused the entire town of Neopela to encounter a big explosion in history.

In the air, a fat roast goose with a bright knife and fork inserted on it crashed straight into the bar wall in an incredible arc.

At least seven or eight members of the violent hunting team posed in various strange poses in the air and fell backwards.

At the same time, Yang Jian and his group were hiding outside the bar, who had been waiting for a long time, and also shouted.

"Cruff!" Bob raised his leg high when he was hit by a bar gate, and he couldn't help but tilt to one side, and it was broken.

The bar was filled with laughter and joy just now, and it was in a mess.

"Oh hey..."

The members of the violent hunting group were all curled up on the floor, struggling desperately, and wailing.

Five uninvited guests broke into the bar, all of whom sharpened their knives and looked bad.

Yang Jian looked at the dishes scattered on the table and the ground, then stared at the group of people lying on the ground.

Seeing that a guy was in a minor injury and was not seriously injured, Yang Jian walked forward and stepped on his chest.

With a "swish", the Slaughter Flying Knife was directly pressed against his neck, emitting a cold light.

The group member's face was shaking and motionless, clearly with a look of being at his disposal.

A sly smile flashed across Yang Jian's cool face, and he bent down.

"Boy, I'm sorry for disturbing your dinner, but I really want to know how to get to the black plague Diregi's nest."

"You...how did you know the news of Lord Di Rigi coming?!", the members of the group looked in disbelief.

"Pan", a loud slap responded to him.

"You only need to answer our questions, and say less nonsense," Yang Jian clapped his palms, smiling.

"Um...", the group member sobbed, his mouth turned unwillingly.

"We have learned that Lord Dirigi has set up a net of heaven and earth. You will first move towards the Dark Elf Militia Camp."

The team member touched the lump on his face and continued.

"Mr. Dirigi's clone has arrived. He is not something you ordinary people can fight against. I advise you to surrender sooner..."

"Wow", Hans cut the guy's neck with all his fingers, causing him to faint for the time being.

"Head, what should I do next?" Bob looked around.

Yang Jian walked to the bar and picked a bottle of the oldest xo.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the liquid in the goblet.

"After drinking this, why do we go to the militia camp?"
Chapter completed!