"Gentlemen, if you don't want your mouth to be filled with gasoline, just shut it up. {3w."

It was as if a gust of cold wind blew, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

Tra was furious. He was not a gentle gentleman. He lived in the streets for several years before he was brought into that mysterious world. Some people said that he was the most arrogant hooligan in [Wangli Factory] and his only failure. He was happy when he heard this.

The reason why I like to conquer those proud daughters of heaven with strong backgrounds is because I hate those big men who think they are superior, especially those who rely on their family background to show their power.

Although this mentality is very bad, what does it matter?

When he was seven years old, he almost starved to death on the streets.

The reason is that the bread that I finally asked for was forcibly taken away by a strong "companion".

From that day on, he completely understood a truth.

In this world, only those with strong fists have the right to speak.

If he hadn't been concerned about Gnivia, he would have taught these two unsightly country bumpkins a lesson.

If tolerance can fill your stomach, what else should you do?

"......" Tra's outbreak came without any warning, but it seemed reasonable.

Gnivia's mouth curled, and this guy was actually angry at others, which was interesting now.

It would be fine if she didn't laugh. When Trae smiled, she thought she was mocking her for being useless. Her expression was a bit unnatural, but she was embarrassed to have another attack.

Just as he was about to endure this tone, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his head.

Someone was attacking?

Trahoran stood up, reached into his pants pocket, grabbed a few stones carved with runes, and swept around coldly, but no enemy shadow was seen.

".....cup?"

Gnivia was much calmer than him, but when she noticed the porcelain pieces on the ground, she still couldn't help laughing. The fourth-ranked elite in [Wangli Factory] was actually hit in the head by a teacup.

"Is this?" Despite some slight slightest controversy, Tra's reaction was not slow.

How eye-catching the porcelain pieces on the ground are, how can they not be seen?

At this moment, someone shouted again: "Hey. Where is my coffee? Forget it. Lefa, I want a cappuccino."

Tra was stunned, his face was so gloomy that it could almost drip out of water. If he didn't understand who was the one who was doing it, he would have been in vain for the years.

Go to hell with demeanor and everything else.

He wants to kill people more than picking up girls!

Tra, with a blue face, came behind someone in two or three steps, and punched him in the back of his head.

To be honest, it is not appropriate to hit the head with a fist, because your hands will be more swollen than the bag on the other person's head.

However, Tra was not an academic magician. He was once an agent of the British Intelligence Agency fan 6. There is naturally no reason why he could not fight with bare hands.

At first glance, it looked at the back of the head, but in fact the most prominent part of the fist knuckles has been aimed at the third spine from top to bottom.

If this hits, I don’t say anything. Even if I don’t die, I have to lie in the bed for the rest of my life.

"!"

A wonderful scene appeared.

Tra was even immersed in the excitement of regaining face.

When he woke up, his smile froze on his face.

Why does this happen?

It was actually blocked by a knife. It was the kind of knife that cuts steak. The knife surface was very narrow and the silver knife with a maximum width of one finger.

Something is so wrong.

That feeling was not so much blocked by a knife.

It's more like an invisible film that inexplicably absorbs all the impact force.

It reminds people of a scene that often appears in martial arts novels.

There are countless examples of using chopsticks to hold a sword stabbed by someone, using a finger to press a fist, etc. that can make physicists so angry that they vomit blood.

It's simply out of place.

"Lefar, bring another pair of clean tableware."

Tra was still in a daze. Someone threw the greasy knife aside, continued to roll the pasta with a fork and put it into his mouth, completely ignoring Tra behind him.

"......" Gnivia blinked, speechless. If it were half a minute ago, she would only think that this was a person with a unique temperament, but now she must correct her evaluation.

There is no doubt that the other party is a magician.

And, not an ordinary magician.

But there is one thing she is puzzled, that is, the 'Witch's Spiritual Vision' has no reaction at all.

Generally speaking, you can recognize the identity of a stranger at just one glance.

However, so far, she didn't know who the other party was.

In a word, I can't see through it.

Gnivia was quite annoyed. She was so weird. She was usually very cautious and would definitely react immediately if this happened.

But why, I didn’t realize this until now?

Is it because of Tra? Or is the other party's presence too weak?

Anyway, she became interested in someone.

"...tsk, I'm actually walking with me." Tra movted his wrist joints and stared at someone's back with his eyes slanted.

"Hey, boy, which association do you belong to?"

He is not stupid either. Since the opponent did not take action immediately, it proves that he is not an enemy force.

However, even though he blocked his punch, he was just a member of the Welsh association force. He was definitely not as good as his status in terms of status.

Plus that teacup...

So there is no need to give someone a good look.

"Disturbing me from dinner again and again is something that even Gascoin dares to do."

After finishing the steak on the plate, Ling Yi seemed to be talking to himself, and at the same time wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. The neither salty nor light tone made Tra's brow tremble.

Gascoin? That is his immediate boss and the person he admires the most.

"You should learn from that lady. It's great to sit quietly as a vase. You should know that this is not London."

"Are Welsh people as arrogant as you?"

Tra obviously misunderstood someone's meaning.

On the contrary, Gnivia fully utilized the advantages of an outsider and stared at the back of someone's head with a bright look. It seemed that she had realized something.

"Forget it, let's talk nonsense, come out with me, I don't want Miss Gnivia to eat in the ruins, but today I must turn you into a scum that doesn't even eat wild dogs."

Trae said coldly, his mouth curled into a twisted shape.

**The murderous intent of nakedness is already obvious.

"Shut your mouth and roll to the side."

The waiter who hid aside when he heard this, he trembled all over when he thought that he was finished. Now the boss must be fired, but there is no way. Tra's momentum is not something that ordinary people can bear. Since he can't get close to him, how can he persuade him?

If you are going to fight, you are going to fight...

Dongdong. The hard uppers are stepped on the mahogany floor. The footsteps are slightly dull.

But that's not the point.

The point is that Tra was very obedient and ran to a faraway place standing.

However, looking at his dark face and slightly trembling body, it was obvious that he had endured it very hard.

While the waiter was shocked, a deep feeling of gratitude arose. He was such a good person. In order to win the favor of the beautiful women, he actually endured this tone. If this was not considered love, then he would rather sell cabbage.

There are such infatuated people in the world, which is really admirable.

So the waiter poured a cup of coffee, brought it to Tra, and said with a smile: "Sir, don't stand, sit down first, this cup of coffee is a gift from our store."

“…….”

Tra was so angry that he was almost vomiting blood.

Mom was so stupid, that guy actually used the spirit of the word to indulge him.

It would be fine if he was forced to make a fool of himself. He was trying to gather the power of the curse to break the shackles of the Spirit. However, the curse that he had finally condensed was dispersed again by the waiter's words.

"Sir? What's wrong with you? Your face is not very good. Do you want to call an ambulance...Sir, please calm down. That lady should be testing your demeanor. I personally think this is a good opportunity... Although that lady seems to be a little younger, this is true love. You must hold on and show your demeanor. We will do our best to serve that lady. But then again, aren't you hungry? I have to remind you a few words. Dueling is due to duels, there is little chance of winning when you are hungry. I personally recommend a brown chocolate cake. It not only tastes good, but is sweet but not greasy, but also helps to replenish calories... If you don't have any appetite, thick slices of Carpheli cheese are also good..."

The waiter chattered.

Maybe I didn't want to be heard, so I almost muttered to Tra's ear.
To be continued...