Seeing that the fight was about to begin, Paine immediately chose to wake up the short-haired girl who was still addicted to the phantom match. Although he thought to himself that he was not afraid of a drunkard, every penny he could save was worth it.
The short-haired girl was holding a handful of rubbed matches in her hand. Under the green firelight, a strange happy smile appeared on her delicate face, which made people shudder.
Paine avoided the drunkard's fist, used all his strength to round his arms and slapped the short-haired girl hard.
This slap directly hit the short-haired girl's right face, and a bright red palm print was immediately printed on her face. She took a step back from the slap, and her dull eyes became brighter.
She covered the right side of her face and stared at Pan in shock and anger.
"Are you looking for death?!"
"Scar Jonathon is here, but he won't sell us the Fantasy Match."
Before he finished speaking, Pan felt his eyes blurred, and he received a heavy kick in the chest, and then his whole body flew up - flying backwards.
With a bang, Paine's back hit the wall, and a layer of lime powder on the wall was shaken off. Paine's chest felt a dull pain. This woman's strength was really exaggerated. If it were an ordinary person, she would have died if she had been kicked. seriously injured.
Before Pan could get angry, the drunkard was kicked away by the short-haired girl and hit the wall.
"Are you crazy? If I hadn't woken you up, you would still be holding matches and dreaming!"
"Of course I know, so I stopped my strength." The short-haired girl walked up to Paine with a cold face, "Otherwise, you would be a dead person now! No one has ever hit me like this!"
"Then why did you kick Jonathan? Aren't you worried about kicking him to death?"
"Come on! You bastards, there's no need to pretend for me."
Jonathan woke up from his drunken state with that kick, and he spat on the ground impatiently.
"If you want to talk business, come with me quickly - and."
He stared at the little girl and said word by word, "Stay here! Work hard and don't be lazy!"
"Also, the fantasy matches used by this woman just now will have to be settled separately."
Jonathan pointed to the matchsticks lying on the ground. He sneered and said, "Looking at your skills as a woman, you shouldn't be unable to pay."
The short-haired girl looked at Pan, meaning to ask him to pay.
"That's not okay. The money in this purse is all used to buy Miracle Matches." Paine shook his head and threw the heavy purse directly into Jonathon's hand. "I'll give you the money first, Mr. Jonathan."
Jonathan took the money bag, opened it and took out a gold coin, weighed it with his hands, bit it again and said: "This Dugart gold coin is quite new, as if it just came from It’s the same as the one from the mint, and the quality is quite good.”
"How about it, no problem." Paine said.
"I'm sorry you don't dare to lie to me." Jonathan snorted, "Then let's settle the account of Fantasy Match later. Let's go to another room to talk."
He strode out quickly, followed closely by Paine and Jonathan, and finally the short-haired girl with a gloomy face.
The little girl sat on a simple bed made of straw and stared blankly at their departing figures.
"The money just now was not enough."
As soon as he entered the room, Jonathan sat down on a rickety chair, which made a creaking and wailing sound under his weight.
"Look at the good things you do, you idiot!"
The short-haired girl said to Paine angrily, "Who told you to give him the money first? What should you do now?"
Before Paine could get angry, the annoying woman flew out in the next second and hit the wall hard. Another red slap mark appeared on her left face, which contrasted with the previous slap mark from Paine. It does seem symmetrical.
"You're a really annoying woman." Jonathan frowned and crossed his legs, "I'll teach you a lesson first."
This Scar Jonathon is indeed not a simple character.
"You!" The short-haired girl's chest heaved violently, "You deserve to die!"
She screamed, the sound making Paine's hair stand on end. Two groups of coquettish blue flames appeared on her hands.
"Oh? I deserve to die?" Jonathan said lazily, "What a coincidence, I think so too. What are you doing with two balls of fire? Do you want to burn down my house?"
Paine only felt a shadow flash before his eyes. Jonathan grabbed the short-haired girl's hair and slammed her head against the wall.
"But - I - think - you - deserve - to die - more!"
Jonathan yelled word by word, and every time a word came out of his mouth, he hit the short-haired girl's head hard against the wall, causing the lime powder on the wall to fall like snow. At this time, the two balls of blue flames in her hands had long been dispersed by Jonathon, and she was just holding on to Jonathon's thick hand in vain.
At the beginning, the short-haired girl screamed in pain, but gradually her voice became smaller and smaller until she became silent. Jonathan's final collision actually "nailed" the short-haired girl's head into the wall, which made Paine shudder.
A pink object flew out of the short-haired girl's hair and fell not far from Pan. Pan calmly stepped on the object with his foot.
"This damn woman finally stopped." Jonathan spat on the ground, "How dare a refugee be so arrogant in front of me."
This short man exuded a terrifying aura of violence, and the scar on his face was like a centipede that wanted to bite people.
"The world is peaceful now."
Jonathan patted the lime powder on his hands and said, "We can talk about some related matters."
