"You guys dare to let me get in the car. I killed fourteen motorcycle thugs just two and a half hours ago."

Du Nan sat on the storm of atrocities, slightly surprised.

Hearing his words, the thugs laughed. They were not afraid, nor did they take out their weapons to defend themselves. The oldest driver among them swallowed two puffs of cigarettes, and there was nothing called fear in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Dear Magic Warrior, you are joking. Our lives are not as important as your affairs. You must be happy, you can kill us at any time, keep it, and no one fights back."

Du Nan was surprised when he heard this.

No matter how high the status of a magic warrior is, can it be more important than your own life?

"Sir, you are still young. You should be seeing some miscellaneous robberies and murders?" asked the old driver.

"Yes." Dunan nodded.

"It's good to die." The old driver whispered a few more smokes and continued: "Tell you honestly, we do such things every day. On the Iron Film Star, all the motorcycle thugs you can see are beasts that deserve to die a hundred times. Including our group, it's not a crime to die ten thousand times."

Everyone burst into laughter.

There is no intention of objection at all. Judging from their appearance, Du Nan really wants to take action, and they will follow the "destiny" and stop fighting.

"Is there any special reason?" Dunan asked curiously.

The old driver turned around, looked at the under-adult child, and sighed: "Sir, you are still young and don't understand too much. Listen to my old Tie Hammer, when you encounter danger, find a beast scum like us, and show your magical powers. Keep someone to help you with your life."

Dunan was confused and asked, "If you don't want to be such a person, why not do anything else?"

When everyone heard this, their faces darkened.

The old driver shook his head and said, "Sir, how can we not reply when we ask? If you don't bother, just listen carefully."

Du Nan sat firmly, looking like he was listening to the details.

"We are just a group of slaughter." The old driver first positioned himself, and everyone agreed with him: "On the iron filing star, snatching food, abducting women, and stealing valuable mineral metals. The murders continue for three or five days. A small team without a large number of guns and cannons, even insects and beasts dare not hunt, so they can basically grab the life-saving food of the weak. It seems that it is better for us to have guns, and sometimes we can hunt about ten or eight insects and beasts."

"I didn't seem to hear the setting fire." Du Nan added: "I haven't seen it along the way."

"This is not what we do." One of the young 'drunk' eyes were filled with anger.

The old driver laughed: "Sir, are you new here? You don't even know this? We are thugs, not hunters. Setting fires, blowing houses, and destroying factories and farmlands is what hunters do. We thugs, help put out fires and repair houses, but we can't do it."

When Du Nan heard this, he became even more surprised and asked again: "What is a hunter?"

"Retired regular soldiers, mercenaries for money, and local mad dogs who want to escape from Iron Craft Star. I believe that the major federations will recognize them and give them benefits. They are judges of major forces, specializing in dealing with us criminals. Anyone who wants to build cities, develop farmland, and build factories will come to judge us, burn and blow up all production foundations. Adults, can you understand? We Iron Craft Star people must live in a state of no society, otherwise they will be a death sentence." The old driver did not sigh too much, as if he was used to this magical 'system'.

Du Nan was shocked. In an instant, the officials and bandits had already changed their positions. Are these thugs protesters: "Doesn't Iron Crafts Star have a city?"

"Yes!" Everyone spoke together, with divine light on their faces.

"Some, some." The old driver said loudly, "The great Eight Kings and countless magic heroes have built many cities on Iron Cutout Star. I also heard that in the city, everyone can't be hungry, everyone has clothes, everyone has jobs and salary, and everyone works hard to support a family."

Dunan's face was full of strangeness.

I thought to myself, is it already amazing to have such a life in the city?

"Since the city is so good, why don't you go?"

Everyone's face darkened, and the old driver sighed and said, "How can we, the scum, be qualified to enter the city life? The city does not stop us, but that kind of good place cannot make our blood contaminated, so it is better not to go. Our lives are destined to die in the hands of the hunters. We just want the gods to open our eyes and let us take the hunters to die together before death, so that we will not live in vain."

Having said this, there was a squeak.

The convoy all stopped.

roadside.

An old bookmaker who was so thin that it fell down as soon as the wind blew, reached out and blocked the convoy. Du Nan was about to speak to save the old man, but unexpectedly the thugs were faster. It seemed that after practicing more than ten times, he got off the car respectfully, took the old bookmaker's luggage, and helped him get into the car. That look was even more respectful than a group of grandchildren who served his grandfather.

Du Nan felt strange and carefully sensed it.

It was discovered that the old man was indeed suffering from a "terminal illness"... He had too much toxin in his body, and he had only been dead for four or five years. He was not a hidden powerful man at all.

With this little physical strength, any person in the convoy can kill him with one hand.

Bang.

As soon as the old bookmaker got on the car, he saw Du Nan, the young boy, and immediately knocked the captain's brain helmet with his cane and shouted: "Is this kid the goods you bought? What a bunch of beasts. Now, not only sell girls, but also boys? Let them go, hurry up and let them go."

Du Nan was a little worried when he saw the old bookmaker making a fuss.

but……

"No, no, don't be angry, old man. This is a magic warrior, not our cargo." The captain of the convoy was tall and strong, as if he was like a grandson, and kept laughing. He didn't dare to look up, as if he was afraid that the old man would not be able to hit him.

"Magic Warrior?" The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this.

slight.

He half bent down and saluted Du Nan. He said nothing, his eyes were a little wet.

"Old man, don't respect me. I'm not a great charity. Today I'm just borrowing their car to find something." Du Nan saw that the thugs didn't know the old man at all. Why did they have a respectful attitude? Perhaps it was because... books! In the eyes of several younger thugs, the booklets were staring at them. In addition, gold watches, silver ornaments, copper rolls and jade pens, they didn't even look at them.

Du Nan also noticed that when the convoy captain was moving things, he had already stuffed a silver bracelet into the old man's luggage.

"Can you call me old man..." The old bookmaker's eyes were hot: "Very good, it's a good kid. It's okay, they can't do anything, they can't do anything in their lifetime. If you are different, you're here, you're here."

The old bookmaker murmured and nodded repeatedly.

At this time.

Du Nan was about to speak, but suddenly his face changed suddenly. The figure flashed, and his right hand reached in front of the old bookmaker like a fist.

Everyone was shocked.

Just as they were about to protect the old bookmaker and block the hero in their minds, they were sure of their deity, and suddenly found a poisonous crossbow that was firmly pinching in Du Nan's hand, only two or three centimeters from the old bookmaker's forehead. When everyone saw this, they immediately shouted in unison: "Be careful, protect the teacher, protect the adults."

Da da da da da.

The convoy stopped and turned, escorting the old bookmaker's car. At this time, bullets had already flew everywhere. All the bullet marks like fire snakes were shot at the old book doctor. The thugs holding weapons seemed to be unable to see them.

"I, I, I, I..."

One of the thugs reacted very quickly, quickly hugged a bunch of books, jumped out of the car and ran wildly, yelling: "I, I have books, come and shoot me."

This situation, this reaction.

Du Nan was shocked.

The thug holding the book really seemed to have taken away some important treasure. The other party distributed three or four firepower and shot at the idiot who was looking for death.

The strongest firepower is still focused on taking care of the old bookmakers.

"Bored." Du Nan saw that the thugs were desperate and rushed to protect the old bookmaker, and was completely speechless. The magic ability field turned into a pure blue water curtain, blocking all guns, cannons and bullets outside the water screen. With a move, even the "book-grabbing idiot" who was sent to death came back to protect it.

Boom!

Hundreds of ways, sniper guns fired.

Humph! Du Nan slapped his right hand and knocked away the heavy sniper bullet like a flies. After passing the sniper that weakened its power through the water screen, it was nothing in his eyes now. At this time, the enemy targeted the old bookmaker and ignored himself, and Du Nan understood a little.

Opposite, there must be a hunter.

Now Dunan wonders why hunters do not kill thugs, but only target old bookmakers. This old man has a bad ability and has not even lived for several years.

Several missiles were shot.

The thugs' convoy exploded one after another, and Dunan could only protect one of them.

"Sir, please..." The old driver also hugged the old bookmaker, as if it was his father. He begged to Du Nan.

"Okay, I'll do it, just take the fare." Du Nan interrupted his words, and with a move, he pulled up more than ten scattered coins. His fingers bounced, and the air buzzed, making people feel tinnitus painful. In less than two seconds, the firepower on the opposite side stopped, and no living mouth was left. At the farthest, even the strongest sniper hunter died of his head.

Everyone calmed down and was also very shocked when they were grateful.

The power of the "adult" in front of him was far beyond their imagination.

After seeing the matter, the old bookmaker quickly got out of the car. He walked to the thugs who were seriously injured in the explosion. He was crying and could not speak. At this time, the thugs who were seriously injured and dying spoke: "Teacher, don't cry, cough cough... We are dirty thugs, we should die on the side of the road and feed bone beasts. This is our life, cough cough... It's a pity that I didn't pull a hunter as a cushion before dying. But well, the teacher is fine... we are not in vain either."

Du Nan felt a little heavy when he listened to the conversation.

These people don’t know this old man, and they call him a teacher, which is probably just a habit.

"My name is Tiedai, teacher, Chou Yongkhe... If possible, I hope, I hope to die with my brother. Carve our names on the same stone... I will never live in vain in this life." Tiedai said, smiling and swallowed.

There is also a slight sense of happiness on his face.

Half a moment later.

The captain buried the bodies of his brothers and found a big stone. Under the guidance of the old bookmaker, he wrote "iron nails, wire, iron knife, iron pestle" and other names that were not like names. Perhaps they had never read books and had never recognized characters, so it would be strange if they could give them a decent name. None of the convoy could speak.

After farewell.

Another journey, the old bookmaker got off the car.

What greeted him was a group of children hiding in the cave. Looking at the children, it seemed like they hadn't seen the sunshine for a long time.

It was a bit scary.

Du Nan sat in the car without saying anything, but the old driver was not too sad: "Sir, thank you for your kindness. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have lived many people. Don't be surprised by it. We are thugs and we don't want our lives long ago. The teacher is fine, nothing matters. The Eight Kings have said: We are all trash, and no one will help us. If you want to live in vain for a lifetime, let your son recognize one more word and learn one more technique. If you want the future of the iron filing star, killing all the hunters is not enough. It is more important to keep those light. Can you understand, sir? I can't understand the iron hammer. But we start from being sensible and from becoming a thug, we must protect those who hold books."

"Diet Dad said, they held light in their hands, holding the future of our son." A young thug took over and believed in this speech.

"They know how to repair cars and make guns. We don't know anything, and we can't even write names." Another year of the young thugs spoke.

"They know how to grow grain, they know how to cure diseases, we can only steal grain, and only kill people." The captain of the convoy also spoke: "So we are dirty thugs. We should die on the roadside, when the hunter is killed. The teacher cannot die. We must send him to our son. In order to survive, we can do bad things to anyone. For the teacher, we can refuse life. They have a future in Iron Crafts Star and our children."

Hearing these words, Du Nan suddenly felt that these people were particularly tall.

At this moment, Du Nan felt that he was missing something.
Chapter completed!