Chapter: 1652
Safes... the theft is so fresh and refined... Well, I heard that Tuscany is mainly based on the plantation economy and pirate black market trade, and by the way, it has prospered the bar, brothel and casino industries. I didn't expect that there are new types of drugs here... ...But Mosona is an ordinary person, not an Extraordinary... Coincidentally, "Squirming Hunger" lacks food... Klein nodded and motioned Anderson to explain in more detail.
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In the evening, inside the "Oak Tree Bar".
A boxing match was about to start in the ring, and many drunkards gathered around with cups.
They seemed to smell the bloody sharks, and while placing bets, they shouted "kill him" and "kill him" and other words!
This is the property of Mosona, the boss of the "New Loen Party". The boxing match held here has a characteristic different from other places, that is, dead people are allowed!
Mosona is very fond of this almost ancient gladiatorial competition, and often comes to watch a few games. Now, he is sitting on the second floor, overlooking the ring.
There are many bodyguards scattered around him, guarding every place, front, back, left, right, up and down. There are many extraordinary people sent by his pirate partner and senior adventurers he hired with huge sums of money.
These people faced Mosona with their sides or backs, surrounded him in the middle, and prevented anyone from approaching. The revolvers, rifles and shotguns were all exposed outside, shocking the audience.
After confirming the situation, Klein held down his top hat, entered the bar, and immediately saw Mosona smoking a cigar.
The gangster has a very recognizable face, whether it is a rosacea or a sparse eyebrow, it is very distinctive.
Klein looked away, first went to the bar to order a glass of 4p local malt beer, and then squeezed under the railing on the second floor.
Although he wasn't directly below Mosona - it was closely guarded there, but he was not far from the other party.
"Within 5 meters..." Klein murmured to himself silently, holding his wine glass and looking towards the boxing ring.
The black "spiritual body thread" originating from different lives appeared in Klein's eyes, but he didn't immediately extend his spirituality to try to manipulate it.
After distinguishing and confirming which "spiritual body threads" belonged to Mosona, he gulped down a sip of malt beer and concentrated on watching the boxing match in the ring, just like a real audience.
The two fighters were bare-chested and not wearing any protective gear. They fought very hard. They collided constantly, punching to the flesh, and the situation quickly became fierce.
Many alcoholic gamblers onlookers watched the adrenaline rush, and frantically shouted the name of the boxer they supported, and shouted: "Kill him!"
"Fuck the son of a bitch!"
On the second floor, Mosona also forgot the cigar in his hand, staring intently at the ring below, with one hand tightly clenched into a fist.
The people around him, apart from being responsible for guarding against suspicious people around him and important areas such as the roof and downstairs, so that they had to turn their backs to his bodyguards, their attention was inevitably focused on the exciting boxing match.
Klein raised his hand again, and Gulu took a sip of beer, as if he was a little out of breath due to the tense atmosphere.
At this time, his spirituality quietly spread out, grasping the illusory black line corresponding to Mosona.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... The rosacea-nosed Mosona just wanted to move his fist slightly, as if he was fighting in a ring, when his head suddenly went numb.
He only felt that the surrounding scenes suddenly became a little strange, as if several layers of thick glass had been added.
Mosona immediately found that his thoughts were obviously stagnant, and found that all the parts in his head seemed to be rusted suddenly.
Because the target was just an ordinary person, and the strength of his spirit body was far inferior to that of an Extraordinary, Klein took less than 20 seconds to initially control the opponent.
7 seconds!
Just 7 seconds!
Oops... Something went wrong... It should be... Ability comparison... Special... Extraordinary... Mosona, who often interacts with pirates, is no stranger to the mysterious world, so he spends a lot of money to hire Extraordinary to protect him , If it wasn't for the alcohol and lust that broke down the body early, the spirit is relatively weak, and the state has been in a bad state, there is a high probability that he will lose control after taking the potion. He wants to directly obtain the supernatural power for himself. JrNovels.com
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In the evening, inside the "Oak Tree Bar".
A boxing match was about to start in the ring, and many drunkards gathered around with cups.
They seemed to smell the bloody sharks, and while placing bets, they shouted "kill him" and "kill him" and other words!
This is the property of Mosona, the boss of the "New Loen Party". The boxing match held here has a characteristic different from other places, that is, dead people are allowed!
Mosona is very fond of this almost ancient gladiatorial competition, and often comes to watch a few games. Now, he is sitting on the second floor, overlooking the ring.
There are many bodyguards scattered around him, guarding every place, front, back, left, right, up and down. There are many extraordinary people sent by his pirate partner and senior adventurers he hired with huge sums of money.
These people faced Mosona with their sides or backs, surrounded him in the middle, and prevented anyone from approaching. The revolvers, rifles and shotguns were all exposed outside, shocking the audience.
After confirming the situation, Klein held down his top hat, entered the bar, and immediately saw Mosona smoking a cigar.
The gangster has a very recognizable face, whether it is a rosacea or a sparse eyebrow, it is very distinctive.
Klein looked away, first went to the bar to order a glass of 4p local malt beer, and then squeezed under the railing on the second floor.
Although he wasn't directly below Mosona - it was closely guarded there, but he was not far from the other party.
"Within 5 meters..." Klein murmured to himself silently, holding his wine glass and looking towards the boxing ring.
The black "spiritual body thread" originating from different lives appeared in Klein's eyes, but he didn't immediately extend his spirituality to try to manipulate it.
After distinguishing and confirming which "spiritual body threads" belonged to Mosona, he gulped down a sip of malt beer and concentrated on watching the boxing match in the ring, just like a real audience.
The two fighters were bare-chested and not wearing any protective gear. They fought very hard. They collided constantly, punching to the flesh, and the situation quickly became fierce.
Many alcoholic gamblers onlookers watched the adrenaline rush, and frantically shouted the name of the boxer they supported, and shouted: "Kill him!"
"Fuck the son of a bitch!"
On the second floor, Mosona also forgot the cigar in his hand, staring intently at the ring below, with one hand tightly clenched into a fist.
The people around him, apart from being responsible for guarding against suspicious people around him and important areas such as the roof and downstairs, so that they had to turn their backs to his bodyguards, their attention was inevitably focused on the exciting boxing match.
Klein raised his hand again, and Gulu took a sip of beer, as if he was a little out of breath due to the tense atmosphere.
At this time, his spirituality quietly spread out, grasping the illusory black line corresponding to Mosona.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... The rosacea-nosed Mosona just wanted to move his fist slightly, as if he was fighting in a ring, when his head suddenly went numb.
He only felt that the surrounding scenes suddenly became a little strange, as if several layers of thick glass had been added.
Mosona immediately found that his thoughts were obviously stagnant, and found that all the parts in his head seemed to be rusted suddenly.
Because the target was just an ordinary person, and the strength of his spirit body was far inferior to that of an Extraordinary, Klein took less than 20 seconds to initially control the opponent.
7 seconds!
Just 7 seconds!
Oops... Something went wrong... It should be... Ability comparison... Special... Extraordinary... Mosona, who often interacts with pirates, is no stranger to the mysterious world, so he spends a lot of money to hire Extraordinary to protect him , If it wasn't for the alcohol and lust that broke down the body early, the spirit is relatively weak, and the state has been in a bad state, there is a high probability that he will lose control after taking the potion. He wants to directly obtain the supernatural power for himself. JrNovels.com
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