011 Interesting Place

Putting on a coat, Bulkaiso walked slowly in the city at night. The situation in this city surprised him a little.

Although he had been here for two or three days, he was still surprised by this city that was prosperous during the day and chaotic at night.

Humans are always so complicated when they have not experienced the crisis of the critical world.

As long as they have free time to think, humans will never settle down.

"I remember that there seems to be a barber shop over there?"

Bulkaiso looked at the shop across the street and said hesitantly.

As we all know, Nephalem never remember the road. They can use the "return" magic, so they don't need to remember how they got here.

After all, in a world full of demons, they only need to remember where they haven't been, because that means they can continue to kill those annoying demons.

"Hey, Luke, I heard that you have been doing well recently!"

Under Bulkaiso's gaze, a frivolous voice came from the dark corner where the street lamp could not illuminate.

If these guys stay in a dark place, I am afraid that the demons will find it difficult to find them for a while.

Bulkaiso looked at the guy who was talking and couldn't help thinking.

The premise is that he closed his eyes and mouth.

"Hit, you guy, I said if you show up at the door of my dad's barber shop again, I will break your legs!"

A tall guy raised his fist and shouted at the guy who spoke at the beginning.

This man named Luke was tall and strong. He looked only half a head shorter than Bulkaiso and his body was only a circle smaller.

For humans, he was already a strong enough guy.

"A good warrior, basically the same as the young barbarians who just stepped onto the battlefield."

Bulkaiso looked at the strong black guy and thought.

"Those weak mages might be beaten to shit when they meet him?"

Whether a warrior is strong or not, it is completely exposed in front of Bulkaiso.

He has seen too many powerful warriors in his life, and talent is no secret to him.

"I wonder if he can get the approval of the ancestors. He looks like a good candidate for being a barbarian."

Bulkeso touched the thick beard on his chin, feeling the comfortable touch after it was bent in front of the fire.

"Hey! Luke! I know you are good at fighting, but how long can you help that old guy? You have to know who has the final say on this street!"

The guy threatened by the black guy was not afraid at all, because this guy was a member of the local gang.

"I know the old guy is very prestigious, and generally no one will come to trouble him, but once someone wants to trouble him, it means that this matter is not small."

The little guy's posture became more and more ridiculous when he spoke, and his hands were waving randomly in front of him, as if he was practicing some rare dance.

Or did this guy think that doing this would increase his deterrence?

Just like when a cat encounters danger, it will expand its hair to make its body look bigger?

"But you can't get past me!"

"Come on, Luke! You're just a cleaner in a barber shop. My boss said that if you are willing to close your eyes and go back to sleep, I will give you a thousand dollars!"

"You have to think clearly. As long as you go back to sleep obediently, you can get this thousand dollars!"

The little man said in a more exaggerated tone.

Bulkeso became interested, not for the thousand dollars that the little man said, but for the fighting intention shown by the big black man.

The waving fists had no rules at all, and did not play the role of gathering strength, just like an old soldier who relied on his huge strength to bully the newcomers.

Bulkeso had seen this scene countless times in Sescheron Fortress.

But from the look in the big man's eyes, Bulkeso could see that his purpose was not simply to teach the clown a lesson.

But as he said, it was a look of determination to break someone's legs.

A natural warrior who doesn't know how to fight?

For Bulkeso, there is nothing more interesting than this.

"Young man, you should push the ground hard first, then twist your waist, then shake your shoulders, and finally punch."

Bulkeso's voice sounded like thunder on the street.

"At the very least, you should shake your shoulders first and then punch, so that you can punch with enough strength."

As Burkaiso spoke, half of the lights on the residential buildings on both sides of the street went out in an instant.

Bulkeso could still hear the collisions and groans caused by panic in those rooms, probably someone bumped into a table or chair in the dark.

"I know, but I just want to break his legs, not his life."

The big black man put down his fist unhappily and said to Burkaiso.

"Old man, now you should worry about your safety, not how I punch."

Bulkeso was a little surprised when he heard Luke's voice.

It's not about the safety part, but the title of "old man".

Bulkeso, who had basically no concept of life span, never thought that he would be called "old man".

He saw the silver-white hair floating in the wind and falling in front of him, and suddenly he realized.

It turned out that the effect of death on him had not been eliminated, which made him think of Masail's hateful appearance.

An inexplicable feeling enveloped this not-so-narrow street.

"Old guy over there, you are not the old guy who runs a barber shop, and no one will go against us for you!"

The gangster whose leg was almost broken by Luke shouted loudly at Bulkaiso, as if only a louder voice than Bulkaiso could give him some confidence.

Bulkaiso saw his guilty conscience at a glance, perhaps the so-called "we" was just him alone.

Luke on the side said nothing, and did not mean to stop the little guy.

The little guy Hitt was right. In this city called Hell's Kitchen, no one would stand up for a guy they had never seen before.

No matter how kind that person was, he would not help him.

Because Hell's Kitchen is a place that provides food for demons, there are no good people here!

The little gangster looked at Bulkaiso's silence and almost forgot the thunderous sound before.

"Old man! This is Hell's Kitchen! It's the source of food for the demons! You dare to speak loudly in this place, you must be ready to be served on the demon's table!"

The little man continued his arrogant provocation. In the dark night, he did not see the murderous eyes of Bulkaiso when he heard the words "serve on the demon's table".

"You mean, I will be served on the demon's table? Then I want to ask you, which demon wants to eat?"

The thunderous sound sounded again, and this time the lights that had not been turned off were also extinguished.

People living in Hell's Kitchen, even an old lady with glasses knitting a sweater at home, can take out a double-barreled shotgun and blow someone's head in the next moment.

The word "demon" is the deepest hatred for Bulkaiso!

He does not hate Masail who brought him death, nor does he resent the high-ranking angels in the high-level heaven who are unwilling to help humans.

Only the demons are different!

The footprints of the demons are all over every corner of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, and they have trampled on the corpses of countless barbarian warriors.

The demons have drunk the angry blood of the barbarians and tasted the flesh and blood of humans.

The guy who mentioned the demon at this time threatened Bul-Kathos with it.

Then this guy will definitely not die happily!

Bul-Kathos is willing to guarantee it with his beard!