Hunter starting from Hunter World

"You...you killed the Yin Beast? Why! They should be the people sent by the ten old men of the gang to deal with the Phantom Troupe!"

Seeing the four Yin Beasts being killed instantly, Fei Jie showed an expression of shock and disbelief on her face.

She couldn't understand Allen's behavior at all, let alone what the benefits of doing so were.

"Why? Of course it's because the Yin Beasts are also on my hunting list. If I remember correctly, each of them has a large bounty on the hunter's website." Alan answered matter-of-factly as he put away his bow and arrows.

"You lunatic! Just for a small bounty, you directly offended gangsters and ten old men all over the world?"

Fei Jie was completely stunned by this powerful reason.

You must know that in this world, there are many people with high bounties on their heads. The most typical one is the enemy family. Almost everyone in the family, young and old, is equivalent to a mobile bank vault. Even President Nitro once had it. For a period of time, he was saddled with a sky-high bounty.

But the question is, who really dares to take action?

In the same way, although Yin Beast also has a large bounty, how many bounty hunters dare to risk offending the entire gang alliance to hunt them?

Allen stretched out two fingers meaningfully and corrected: "No, you made two mistakes. First, I will not rush to claim the bounty of the Yin Beasts, but will let the Phantom Troupe take it first. A scapegoat for a period of time. Second, with the Phantom Troupe and the gangs in full-scale war, how long do you think the ten old men can survive? Or do you think those gang leaders who talk about business and making money all day long can survive? A group of desperadoes who don’t even care about their own life or death?”

When Fei Jie heard these words, her pupils instantly dilated, and she asked in a tone that even she couldn't believe: "You mean... the ten old men who have ruled the world's gangs for decades will all be killed by the Phantom Troupe. ?!”

"Isn't this a matter of course? After all, at some point, no matter how powerful the financial resources and power are, they can't match the fists that are close at hand. What's more, the Phantom Troupe not only has fists, but their brains are also very powerful."

Speaking of this, Allen surrendered his gaze to the battlefield in the distance.

Under the slaughter of Wojin, the gangsters who were chasing after them were already dead and injured. Hundreds of corpses were piled up in the entire canyon. The strong smell of blood attracted many beasts to wander nearby, and from time to time they would make low sounds. Roar.

There is no doubt that his performance ignited the desire of Baldreau, who is also a reinforcement type, to fight with him. He wanted to apply for an attack several times, but in the end he held back.

Seeing the strong fighting spirit in the martial artist's eyes, Allen smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's not your time to show up yet. I guarantee you will get a worthy opponent tomorrow night. As for the nest gold, Let me do it first."

The words just fell!

He directly used the Orb of Deception to transform into the shape of a sick dog. Under Fei Jie's stunned gaze, he crossed a distance of several hundred meters at extremely fast speeds and jumped to the battlefield filled with various broken corpses.

"Yin beast?"

Wojin narrowed his eyes and stared at the sudden intruder, and asked proactively.

"That's right! I only have less than five minutes, so let's skip the meaningless nonsense and start fighting directly."

Allen instantly released an energy similar to that of the opponent, covering his whole body.

"Huh? You seem very strong! Tell me, were you the one who captured Xiaodi before?" Wo Jin asked with a ferocious grin on his face.

"If you are referring to the little girl holding the weird vacuum cleaner, she must have been driven insane by the perverts responsible for interrogation and torture." Allen deliberately pretended to be regretful and spread his hands.

Obviously, he was deliberately irritating the other party, or in other words, the entire Phantom Troupe.

Only in this way will these guys launch desperate revenge and start a war against the entire gang alliance and the ten old men.

"Asshole! I'm going to blow you up!"

"Super destruction punch!"

Wo Jin is indeed a typical strengthening type. He has a bad temper and rushes over with fists raised without saying a word.

"Haha, beat me up? Sorry, you're not qualified yet."

With a nerve reflex speed that is five to ten times faster than most people with telekinesis, Allen easily grabbed the opponent's wrist, then gently moved it to the side, and at the same time raised his fist and hit the fragile abdomen hard.

boom!

After a loud noise, Wo Jin flew out and immediately knocked a huge hole into the cliff behind him. A large amount of gravel and soil quickly rolled down from a high place, burying him alive.

But the next second...

He punched away all the dirt and gravel, with a lot of bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, like a heavy tank hitting him head-on, roaring like crazy: "Very good! You succeeded in irritating me! Go to hell." Come on! You bastard of a Yin beast!"

But Allen was unmoved, still standing there and mocking with an extremely contemptuous attitude: "Is it just because of your reaction speed that is as slow as a snail?"

As the last word blurted out, he disappeared from the spot in an instant, came closer at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, raised his fists and began to swing left and right at Wo Jin's rough face, using his thighs, waist, back and arms. The strength of muscle groups, the whole person is like a precise and efficient pendulum.

Each swing will cause the fist to hit the opponent's face with precision.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Although Wo Jin tried to use "firmness" to defend against this stormy blow, he also saw the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

But unfortunately, his reaction was too slow. Coupled with his extremely tall and strong body, it took longer for nerve signals to be transmitted to the brain and back again. As a result, he could not keep up with the rhythm at all.

Basically every time he punches, he can only hit the afterimage or the air.

In less than half a minute, his consciousness gradually became more and more blurred under the crazy bombardment of fists, and he relied entirely on beast-like intuition and muscle memory for the final struggle and resistance.

As a member of the entire Phantom Troupe with the strongest strength and frontal combat ability, this was the first time Wojin encountered a situation in which he was completely unable to resist.

Especially the severe pain caused by the fist hitting the body fully proves that the other party has the energy and the ability to strengthen the mind that are not inferior to his own.

What was even more frightening was that while he was being beaten continuously, he could vaguely see the flash of ridicule and teasing in the other person's eyes.

"No! Wo Jin can't hold on anymore!" The knight standing on the cliff finally couldn't help but stand up.

Not only him, but Feitan, Franklin, Nobunaga, and Madge also stopped playing card games.

After all, the Phantom Troupe is not an organization that focuses on fighting alone, but a vicious gang of thieves. Bullying the weak and bullying the weak is their normal behavior.

No hesitation!

It doesn’t require much communication either!

Five members of the brigade immediately entered the battlefield and surrounded Allen from all sides, who was beating up Wo Jin.

Especially Franklin, he directly opened his modified fingers and began to pour out his thoughts without saying a word, trying to separate the two people.

But unfortunately, Allen's combat experience is not a vegetarian, and he immediately used the larger Wo Jin as a shield. More than two-thirds of the telekinesis bullets ended up hitting Wo Jin's back, splashing a large amount of blood flower.

The severe pain made the reckless man shout unbearably: "Damn it! Can you aim accurately?"

"Shut up! Losers have no right to speak!" Franklin scolded back angrily.

But no matter what, he stopped firing indiscriminate bullets.

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