Maybe it will be necessary to reopen the Transforming Autonomy Technique by then.
A group of people were boasting for a while, it was almost midnight, but Liszt still held his ground, truly not afraid of the cooked duck flying away.
"Let's go."
Liszt stood up, tightened his belt and boots, fastened his cuffs, and just walked to the door.
But bumped into a guy who wasn't watching, colliding directly.
"Are you fucking blind?"
Liszt was about to lose his temper.
"Liszt, offering the stuff from the brothers on the island to the Admiral of Kersuna Island, isn't that against the rules?"
This person's tone was extremely sinister, with murderous intent, and behind him were twenty or thirty fierce-looking thugs with dragon and tiger tattoos, either holding knives or matchlock guns.
Even an idiot would understand what's going on.
The drug dealer Liszt offended a while back came looking for trouble.
The leader wielded his knife to chop off Liszt's head.
