The crowd surrounded the arena, and the figures were dense, making the tavern owner Luo Erjie unable to see the internal fighting situation at all. He could only hear the faint sound of wild dogs whimpering and barking, and the strange hissing and gasping of the sharp teeth of Deli's subordinates.

The sound of the fangs sounds much weaker than that dog, but Roger was not worried about him because the fangs had a lot of experience in fighting, which was the result of his cultivation of the fangs since he was a child and countless practical training.

He even was sure that victory would always belong to the fangs.

Sure enough, within a while, a barking and whine came from the venue blocked by the crowd, with a loud and shrill voice, which suppressed the noise of the onlookers to the lowest point. At the same time, bursts of screams rang out one after another.

Rohrjie knew that this must be the scene of sharp teeth squeezing wild dogs with his mouth.

Tear the dog's neck into pieces, and finally took out its throat with his hands. Although it was bloody, it was full of highlights. It was also the most attractive part of Rohrer's tavern and the Colosseum.

Many customers have said that no matter how many times they have seen it, they seem to be unable to see enough of that kind of scene.

The exclamation followed by a wave of loud shouts, which made Luo Er subconsciously smile, thinking that today was also a perfect day.

But then he didn't feel that good mood because someone sat in front of the bar.

"The gods in heaven are always watching you, Rohrer."

"Fuck you, Gao, I don't believe in the gods." Rohrjie grinned at the person sitting opposite him. Under the dim candlelight, his ugly face without a nose looked particularly ferocious.

But this did not scare the speaker. He was about forties, with short gray hair, wearing a simple and monotonous wool-shaped knee-length tunic, with a thin face and a full of pity.

"Facts have proved that Rohrjie, the gods in the sky have been watching you." This repeated words made Rohrjie feel impatient, and the next sentence made him feel even more displeased.

"Look, you need to do it yourself even if you wipe a cup."

With a sound of touching, Roger directly threw the cup in his hand on the table, and stared at the middle-aged monk who exposed his weakness in front of him, and said in anger: "This matter has nothing to do with your gods. Bobby and Kra were caught by the lame Dunk, who was raised by that bitch."

"The lame Dunk was your friend, Rohrer." The monk kindly reminded Rohrer that he had the urge to hit people. In fact, if he had faced someone, he would have punched him, but the person in front of him could not do it casually-

It was not because he was considerate of his identity as a monk, but because this guy named Goer had more people under him than Roerger.

"I fucking know that damn Dunk was my friend, Goll, and I also know that the bitch-raising Dunk had betrayed us. You don't need to remind you of this, and it has nothing to do with your gods in the sky who are always on your mouth."

"Of course it's related. It's the gods that make him repent, so he abandoned his sins and welcomed the light. Rohrje, you should also repent as soon as possible. You have sins, you need to atone for sins and join us, and the gods are opening the door for you."

"The White Walkers believe your words." The noseless Rohrer scoffed at this, "Dunk is a golden robe. He caught us men to go to the Red Fort to ask for credit. He cares about your gods in heaven?"

"Everything in the world is arranged by the gods. Luo Erjie, whether it is asking for me or arresting people, you may not understand, but you must believe it."

"As you say that cold-blooded duke who likes to hang people is also arranged by the gods?" Luo Erjie asked back.

When he mentioned this name, he couldn't hide his indignation, but he subconsciously looked around, as if he was worried.

He couldn't ignore it - relying on many of his brothers and the prosperous taverns and the Colosseum under his feet, Rohrje is one of the best figures in the flea nest, but his identity is completely ineligible compared to that Minister of Justice.

Not to mention anything else, he originally had more than a dozen younger brothers under him, but now all except the fangs in charge of the performance and himself have been caught. Some have been castrated, some have been chopped off their hands, and some are hanging on the walls of the Red Castle to feed crows. After being castrated, the unlucky Bobby was even sent to the Great Wall to endure the cold and starve.

Rohrjie believed that such a judgment was not in accordance with the law at all, so how could he be punished and sent to the Great Wall? But he did not dare to protest because he was scared and frightened by the unreasonable punishment. He had been very low-key during this period because he thought he should be punished more than his younger brothers, and now he was not targeted, but the cold-blooded duke had not noticed him.

He was always very glad about this, but he was always frightened. The flea nest is the entire king's land of filth. Both the power and the building distribution are very complicated, but all this cannot be used as a protective umbrella. Several people with the same identity as him will be basically caught, but there are people outside the flea nest who are constantly fleeing here because they are afraid of sin. As a result, the continuous search of the golden robe makes people panic.

Those who are being investigated will not have a good ending, and countless facts have proved that Rohrjie is afraid that it will be his turn one day. He is not afraid of death, and even fought before he became rich and he was completely desperate for life. His nose was eliminated in that career. His temper was also very bad, and even a small thing could make him feel violent.

However, the familiar faces after another were hanged and he couldn't get angry at all. He was only more and more frightened. The status of the people who seized them was too high, so high that even if they kept jumping their feet in anger, they could not reach them at all.

In short, Rohrer was scared not only because of his cruel and cruel style, but also his terrifying means of interrogation—

Everyone who is hanged will make public the sins he committed. As an old gangster in the flea nest, Rohrje understands that those sins are basically true.

But he did not see any signs of torture on the torture...

So Roger thought that the Minister of Justice named Lan Li was very mysterious, so he took his name into consideration, or it was not just him, but the King of the Landlord who had a "critical record" on him at this time was scared by everything during this period.

Obviously, Rohrjie could not imagine the frightening existence and was sitting on the second floor of his pub to watch the show boredly, but he did not think about it much, but couldn't help but grin after a sentence from the monk opposite him.

"The river flows, seeds sprout, humans reproduce, weather changes... The gods allow everything to happen, and the birth of the Duke of Dragonstone Island is naturally one of His arrangements."

"Then we shit was arranged by the gods?" he asked sneered.

It was just a teasing statement, but I didn't want the other party to answer seriously.

"The human body structure is the most complex among all things in the world. Only the gods can create us, so yes, it is also the arrangement of the gods for us to shit."

Luo Erjie was speechless and could only stare at him, but the middle-aged monk did not continue to say anything.

"The gods are watching you, Rollger."

Leaving the last sentence, the monk named Gole stood up from the stool and walked towards the center of the tavern, where the performance had ended, and now the onlookers slowly dispersed without any satisfaction.

The monk who walked over was waiting for the end of the show, so he grabbed a strong middle-aged man wearing a thin linen shirt and started to teach him.

However, it seems that because he had just watched a bloody performance, the middle-aged man who was grabbed pushed the half-old monk irritably.

As a result, he seemed to poke a hornet's nest.

As Rohrer was used to it but still couldn't help but grin, the thin monk Goer changed his gentle posture before, roared suddenly after being pushed, and then directly raised and kicked the other party. He seemed to be very strong, and even the man was caught off guard and bent down and staggered backwards.

However, this was just the beginning, because after the monks cried, more than a dozen people suddenly rushed out of the crowd. No matter how the reason was, they rushed towards the middle-aged man who was kicked.
Chapter completed!