Lord of Rot

Chapter 355 The new leader of the Iron Fist Gang

Li Qi and everyone present fell silent and looked at Wendela.

Although it is true that Baron Reacher has the absolute advantage in the situation in front of him, didn't you see that Cool Oasis was standing aside obediently, like a slave?

But Vendela, who had always had no sense of existence, suddenly scratched himself, and then raised his hand to deliver the Golden Holy Grail, which was unexpected.

Why don't you just give me the cup? Why hurt yourself first?

I don’t know that Wendela is also in trouble. If he doesn’t do this, he will really be dead.

Although Li Qi looked at Wendela, his thoughts were different from others. He had always thought that the Golden Holy Grail had the ability to infinitely heal and regenerate people, but when he saw Wendela's blood dripping down, it could even penetrate When you look over your cheeks and see that your gums are not healed, it means that the Golden Holy Grail itself does not have that ability.

"I have investigated this cup." Seeing that Li Qi did not arrange for anyone to kill him directly, Vendela knew that he finally had a chance to speak, and quickly said: "The soup in the cup has magical effects. The reason why the man was killed just now Even if you cut off your head, you won’t die because of the soup in the Golden Holy Grail.”

Li Qi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that someone could see through his thoughts at a glance, and his acting style was extremely decisive.

"Take the cup first"

There is something strange about the Golden Holy Grail, and Li Qi cannot risk touching it casually.

"I am willing to serve you, sir," Vendela said quickly.

Li Qi nodded and looked at the others. Apart from Li Qi's team, the only remaining people were Vendela, the silver-haired elf girl and the strong northern female barbarian.

Li Qi would definitely not help Kull Oasis pay the bill of 30 gold days, and the three of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention it.

……

Late at night, there are many lights in Bangta Market.

Deep in the tavern.

"Oh!"

The wine glass hit the table. The leader of the Iron Fist Gang kicked the table in displeasure and asked his confidant, "You're not here yet?"

Even though Bangta Market is officially named Oasis, in fact, the rules of the Iron Fist Gang are dictated by the Iron Fist Gang. It’s not because they are powerful. They are certainly not as powerful as soldiers wearing armor and holding crossbows, but there are so many of them.

They are all low-level thieves who steal chickens and scratch their heads. They are the first to be alerted by any disturbance in the entire Bangta Market.

Some small traders have to rely on the Iron Fist Gang to earn a living in Bangta Market. Among the lowest level of the population, a word from the Iron Fist Gang is more effective than a word from Bai Ke Oasis.

There is nothing more difficult than this.

It's just that the leader of the Iron Fist Gang is not very happy now. He drinks wine, eats meat and brags. How can there be no women around him when he is so happy? No one is there to clap his hands and say "Awesome", all the bragging is tasteless.

The younger brother hurriedly explained: "I just sent the nugget gold to find someone. It should be because a few nobles came and there is no time available there for the time being."

"Bah, you bullshit noble!" the leader spat, with disdain on his face: "I heard that there is a noble from Dongxia who comes here to do business. For many years, Lei Wengcheng has been unable to reach out and can only squeeze. Just be obedient and let the businessmen come here to do business honestly. Whoever comes here to do business dares not to come to me for ventilation first?!"

He knew that he was deep in the tavern and that what he said could not be transmitted. He was certain in his heart and spoke more and more forcefully.

After two or three more glasses of wine, he was already swollen with alcohol: "You're a bullshit Porcupine Baron. No one in the desert is like Dongxia!"

He was very unhappy.

He has many people under his command, and he also knows very well how much business Baron Porcupine has brought, a big business worth dozens of gold suns. If he can get it together, he can earn one or two hundred silver moonflowers at least.

Baron Porcupine actually regarded himself as nothing.

You big people sell meat and buy meat to eat, and we little people help you. You will definitely not dare to eat the meat in one bite, but after a few times, your hands can get a little oily and wet.

Unexpectedly, Baron Porcupine didn't show any respect when he came. He didn't even bother to contact his huge Iron Fist Gang, and skipped doing business on his own. Even the Oasis family didn't dare to be so arrogant.

Looking at the Desert Pearl in Mama City, after people robbed things, they just handed them over to themselves for disposal. They didn’t say whether they made a profit or a loss, and they didn’t say that they were afraid that Lisu Mama would have to take over. For this business, not to mention that you have to pay before the goods are sold. At least you have a connection with Horse City, and the nobles must give themselves face!

face!

The boy on the side quickly poured a glass of wine and brought it over: "Chief, please calm down."

The leader took a sip of wine and said, "Want to do business in the desert? Huh! I will use some tricks to turn his porcupine into a dead pig!"

"Oh!"

The door was suddenly kicked open.

The leader got an idea, grabbed the machete beside the table and jumped up.

Although they are called the Iron Fist Gang, they definitely have to use knives when fighting and killing people.

"Ouch!" A figure fell on the table, knocking over the food and wine on the table and dripping all over the floor. It was very distressing to see.

The leader and the bartender boy looked at the squirming and struggling figure on the table, and were startled: "Golden nugget?"

The person who came was none other than the younger brother Goutoujin who had just been sent out to call the woman back to serve him.

Look at the two people who came in, wearing cloaks, and under the cloaks was a set of worn plate armor.

"Wandering Knight!" The leader's expression changed slightly.

The knight represents wealth and superiority. No matter how unhappy they are, they know that they must not provoke the knight, because every noble knight is very powerful.

But the wandering knights are different. They only have a set of armor that has not been maintained for many years. They no longer abide by the knight's treaty and do whatever they want.

Being visited by a wandering knight is definitely not a good thing.

The two of them were worried.

Don't look at the fact that there are only two people in this room, the leader and his confidants, but there are all their subordinates in the tavern outside. It is impossible for ordinary people to break in here.

But from just now to now, they haven't heard any quarrel outside.

Something must have happened!

The wandering knight on the left asked: "Who is the leader of the Iron Fist Gang?"

The sword is drawn out, and whoever admits it at this time will die.

The leader had an idea, pointed to the confidant who had just poured him wine, and said quickly: "Sir, sir, he is the leader!"

The confidant's expression changed and he was about to retort.

The wandering knight on the right suddenly pulled out his long sword, stepped forward, bent his elbows and retracted his arms, and stabbed forward suddenly.

puff!

The sword passed through the leader's neck, opened the spine, and the sword tip poked out from behind.

Blood dripped on the tip.

The leader's eyes widened, his hands still stretched out, his face still in disbelief.

The body lay crooked.

The wandering knight drew his sword, bent down and wiped it on the clothes of the leader who was still staring at death. He wiped away the blood on the tip of the sword, and then looked at his confidant: "Are you the leader?"

The confidant was stunned, and his mood went up and down.

When he was just pushed out by the leader, his confidant mistakenly thought that he was destined to die. Unexpectedly, the leader's identity turned into a talisman. I am afraid that the leader who had died regretted it in his heart. He had known that he would directly admit his identity, so why bother playing tricks.

The subordinates are very clever in their thinking.

"I am the leader!" he said quickly.

In the eyes of two powerful wandering knights, it probably doesn't matter who is the leader.

The wandering knight put his sword back into its sheath and said, "Our Lord, please come with us."

"Yes! Of course! Please lead the way, two adults!"

The new leader was uneasy and uneasy. He could not guarantee whether he would survive tonight. He only hoped that when he met the leader of the wandering knights later, he would be able to speak more politely and say a few more good words, at least to save his life.