"Survival base?"
"In Kyushu, there are all the dragons' nests. Tommy's side is called Eagle Cliff, that side where the sun never sets is the lion's den, Nero's safety is the snake's den, Babylon's safety is the eagle's beach, and Berea's safety is the bear's ridge. "
"How can everyone in Dragon Nest prove their identity?"
Xia Houtian shook his finger: "Cayman Island does not require anyone to prove their identity. It only requires entrants to be able to bear the pressure of self-reporting their home."
To put it simply, if you dare to show off, don’t be afraid of being struck by lightning.
Whose brand you have does not mean that you enjoy whose treatment, but that you must be able to withstand all the hostility faced by this brand.
"This is the intelligence center! The place where the entire Blue Star's intelligence is most concentrated after the end of the world. Rumor has it that it knows everything. I heard that it has a background in the Strategic Office.
What you want to know may have the answer here.
Wearing this simultaneous interpreter, you can probably understand what others are saying. "
Qiming nodded and opened the door.
The villa was not bright, and the entire hall was only dimly illuminated by dim wall lamps.
The hall looked like a reception venue, with similarly well-dressed men and women dancing to music that was not loud.
It looks like everything is happy and peaceful, except for the murderous intent hidden in the corners of these people's eyes under their masks.
"Yo! Hina!"
"Look at that face, it's so tender you can squeeze water out of it."
"How young do you think you are to dare to come to the imperial court?"
“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation becomes more powerful than the other.”
Countless whispers floated into Qi Ming's ears, and they were all filled with the chirping of birds.
The voice was too low for simultaneous interpretation, but judging by the tone, Qiming probably knew it wasn't a good word.
It doesn't matter.
Don't mess with me.
On the dance floor of the hall, guests can freely communicate and exchange information with each other.
Qiming had no such leisure and walked straight to the innermost Cayman Island Information Trading Center.
But someone blocked the way.
"When did the garbage from the third dragon's lair have the guts to enter the imperial dynasty?"
The man who spoke was young, in his early twenties. He was wearing a pink suit and gold tie. He wore shiny leather shoes with lace-ups that made him look very coquettish.
Qiming glanced at the brand on his body: Eagle 2.
"roll."
The hatred for Tommy people seems to be deep in his bones.
The man's eyes turned cold.
In the huge Cayman Island, there is still someone who dares to tell him to leave?
He is not only the horse boy of Second Eagle Cliff, but also the man of the little princess of the Wasteland Dynasty!
Ever since he hugged the princess' lap, everyone had to lower their heads in front of him!
He has always been the only one who wantonly insults others.
No one will ever insult him.
Let alone like now.
With so many people watching, does he not want to lose face?
"Boy, say it again?!"
Qiming's eyes didn't even glance at the arrogant man for a second. He gently raised his right foot to the side. With his energy flowing, the toe of his leather shoe directly kicked the arrogant man's calf bone, and he pushed back with his hand like a spinning top.
I held myself back from killing people, I'm really awesome.
With a muffled sound of "click", Mensao Man's entire calf bone was shattered into countless pieces. He was stunned for two seconds, looking stupidly at his twisted calf, with his toes already rushing behind him.
Then he rolled to the ground crying and howling.
"You, you, you, how dare you attack me! Do you know who I am! Do you know who my father is! Do you know who my girlfriend is!"
Qi Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to move forward.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly hugged Qiming's feet and refused to let Qiming leave: "You're dead! You don't want to leave alive! Someone is here! Give me..."
Pfft.
Qi Ming still pulled out the knife and stabbed him in the heart.
The gurgling blood bubbles spread from the lungs to the mouth, and then flowed from the corners of the mask to the ground. One by one they burst and turned into a pool. The arrogant man opened his eyes angrily and could not close his eyes until he died.
Sorry, I still couldn't help it.
Qiming's eyes drifted towards Xia Houtian. After the latter entered the door, he had already found a nearby bar to drink with Lin Huai. He looked like he was just watching the show without interfering.
Qiming withdrew his gaze.
It seems okay.
Not only was Lin Huai not nervous, but he was so excited that he wanted to laugh: "Let me tell you, boss! He can't last more than a minute."
Xia Houtian was also speechless: "I obviously wanted to endure it just now, but unfortunately I could only endure it for three seconds."
"When a new guy comes in, he's bound to be picked on. How can someone like him, who can't hold his breath, not cause trouble?"
"Let's do it! It's going to happen sooner or later. I remember when I was doing trouble in the third stage, I almost got killed. It was all about going crazy to scare those people away.
This kid is already at the peak of the fifth level, what can happen to him? "
"That's right. It's no fun. Just eat what you want."
No one in the wasteland would be interested in watching the excitement, and all eyes were on Qi Ming, who was killing people indifferently. Even the music on the dance floor stopped at some point.
Qiming was secretly on guard, Yuan Dan was running very fast.
Among the people in the room, one person is probably in the seventh stage, but he has just broken through.
There are also three six-stage realms above and below, and the stations are relatively scattered.
The rest are all crispy, mainly four sections.
In this situation, even if Qiming couldn't defeat ten, he would at least have no problem escaping unscathed.
The three men put down their wine glasses and surrounded Xiang Qiming from two directions.
"Boy, if you dare to take action in the imperial dynasty, do you know the rules?"
Qi Ming clenched the handle of the knife: "What are the rules?"
What hangs on his waist is an ordinary D-grade alloy long knife. His star has been disconnected and temporarily stored in the star wheel.
At this time, the D-class long knife was pointed at the three men who came with bad intentions.
The man on the left smiled slightly, stretched out a finger to push the blade of Ming Ming.
The suit he wore was quite decent, without too many accessories, except for the nice brooch on his chest.
He wears half a mask on his face, covering his forehead and eyebrows, but leaving the lower part of his nose exposed:
"Although he is a little angry, he is still from my Second Eagle Cliff. Even if you don't know who his father is or who his woman is, you are not qualified to take his life."
"If you seek death, you must die."
Qi Ming didn't give him any face: "Whether it's his father or his woman, if they want to die, I don't mind giving them a ride."
The fake smile on the man's face disappeared little by little.
"It seems you are ready."
Qiming didn't know what preparation he was talking about.
But he was ready for anything.
The man elegantly took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands, his eyes dyed blue.
Blood is difficult to clean on your hands.
The other two people reached for their waists at the same time.
Cayman Island, the rules of the Wasteland Empire.
Challenge the dead party alone, and up to three people can be dispatched to seek revenge.
Regardless of strength.
In order to avoid large-scale fighting between the dynasty and the dynasty, it also gave these lawless wasteland wild dogs a chance to go crazy.
But Qiming doesn't know and doesn't care.
"Don't worry."
"You won't have a chance to wash your hands."
