Although the person in front of him was only at the sixth level of demigod level, Yan Dehou was not sure about Qiao Yu's details.

As the saying goes, the ship that sails ten thousand years with caution is just a bunch of useless subordinates. As long as he is willing, he can recruit a large number of them at any time.

In Tongyuan City alone, there are quite a few people who want to join his Guiyuan Gang.

"Shake hands and make peace? Okay, give me your hand." Qiao Yu smiled kindly and stretched out her hand towards Yan Dehou.

Looking at that white palm, the corners of Yan Dehou's eyes couldn't help but twitch, and his mung bean-sized eyes were filled with fear.

The image of the half-bear orc being crushed into pieces by a bear's paw was still vivid in his mind.

"Little brother, let's skip the handshake. Everyone takes a step back. You just leave. How about we all pretend that what happened today never happened?" Yan Dehou said.

"You don't want to shake hands with me, right? You see, my uncle said, anyone who doesn't shake hands with me is an enemy! If you don't shake hands with me, you have a recipe for death!"

Qiao Yu frowned angrily, he would kill every one of the Guiyuan Gang today!

Yan Dehou was stunned on the spot by this inexplicable reason.

Is your uncle really a carbon-based creature? If he doesn't shake your hand, he's an enemy. What kind of weird brain circuit is this?

"Are you kidding me?!" Yan Dehou reacted, his mung bean-sized eyes filled with anger.

"Since you refuse to leave, then don't leave!"

Yan Dehou flew into the sky, then drew out a five-foot sword and slashed it at Qiao Yu.

The fierce and majestic sword energy struck straight down. As soon as Yan Dehou, the peak of the semi-god level, took action, everyone in the city couldn't help but raise their heads.

"Oh my god, isn't that Yan Dehou, the leader of the Guiyuan Gang? Who is he fighting against?"

"I don't know, you dare to provoke Yan Dehou, who is at the peak of the demigod level, no matter who it is, he will be dead!"

"Yes, Yan Dehou is not an ordinary peak demigod. His sword intention is already superb. Unless the pseudo-god takes action himself, no one at the demigod level dares to say that he can definitely defeat him!"

Before everyone could stop talking, Yan Dehou did it first!

In the astonished eyes of everyone, a black meteor shot up into the sky and hit Yan Dehou.

Yan Dehou let out a scream and fell from the sky.

Everyone in Tongyuan City froze in place as if struck by lightning.

The Yan Dehou they were touting just now was defeated in one blow?

What on earth is that black meteor? It can shoot down Yan Dehou directly. What kind of monster is this?

Yan Dehou fell heavily to the ground, his big mung bean eyes full of fear, and he was desperately twisting backwards like a plump maggot.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I was wrong. I am willing to follow you from now on, work for you as a cow and a horse, and ride the horses for you. Please don't kill me!"

"It's none of my business. That bastard Wang Yuan tricked you here. Don't kill me. I'm innocent!"

Yan Dehou desperately begged for mercy. He had realized that he had provoked a real monster.

And those members of the Guiyuan Gang who fell to the ground and howled in the yard also looked ashen. Even the leader of the Guiyuan Gang had been defeated. What hope could they have?

But then they thought about it, and their minds became active again. What if this young man only killed Yan Dehou?

Yes! This young man must want to kill Yan Dehou and then become the leader of the Yuan Gang. Only in this way can we explain why he only maimed us but did not kill us!

The members of the Guiyuan Gang instantly saw the hope of survival.

"Do you really want to live?" Qiao Yu tilted her head slightly, looked at Yan Dehou with a smile and asked.

"I think! Sir, I think!" Yan Dehou nodded desperately.

"Since you want to live so much... let's play a game!" Qiao Yu showed a kind smile. "If you win, you will live. If you lose, you will die."

Yan Dehou's mung bean-sized eyes were full of fear, and his throat could not help but roll up and down.

"Sir...sir, what kind of game is this?"

"The rules of the game are very simple." Qiao Yu casually lit the body of the half-bear orc, and the Hellfire began to burn from his toes. "You cannot make any sound until this person is burned to ashes."

Yan Dehou glanced at the half-bear orc, and based on the current burning speed, it would only take a quarter of an hour to burn it out.

"Okay! Sir, I'll play! I'll play!" Yan Dehou nodded repeatedly.

"Okay." Qiao Yu smiled. "Then the game begins."

The Guiyuan gang members who were lying in the yard couldn't help but temporarily forget their pain. They raised their heads and looked at Qiao Yu eagerly. They also wanted to know what the game was.

Qiao Yu pulled out an iron rod from the big iron cage with an expressionless face, then raised his hand and rubbed it, and several thin and long iron sticks appeared.

Then, he inserted an iron skewer into the nail gap of Yan Dehou's index finger, and then hit it hard against the wall.

"Well!!!!"

Yan Dehou raised his head suddenly, with veins pulsing on his forehead, covered in cold sweat, and gritting his teeth. His whole body was writhing crazily on the ground like a mad dog, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

A stream of blood flowed down the corner of Yan Dehou's mouth, and he bit one of his back molars into pieces.

But even so, Yan Dehou did not dare to make a sound.

He clearly remembered that he had to stay quiet and not make a sound in order to survive.

"Ah? You actually held it back?" Qiao Yu had a look of shock on his face. This time he didn't pretend, he was really shocked.

It has to be said that this Yan Dehou is still very eager to live, and he can even hold back this level of pain without screaming.

"Then I'll continue."

This time, Qiao Yu chose the thumb of Yan Dehou's right foot, inserted the iron stick into it in the same manner, and kicked it hard against the wall.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

At this moment, Yan Dehou's eyes were instantly bloodshot, his whole face turned red, and he began to twitch desperately like epilepsy.

He curled up into a ball for a while, then straightened up like a fish dying of thirst, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain in his body.

The members of the Guiyuan Gang lying in the yard were completely frightened at this time. Looking at the harmless young man in front of them, they realized that this young man was the real devil.

Compared with this young man, Yan Dehou was as well-behaved as a kindergarten kid.

Seeing Yan Dehou's tragic situation, Qiao Yu had no expression on his face. He had no sympathy at all for this kind of scum.

Immediately afterwards, every toe and finger of Yan Dehou was struck by an iron stick. Yan Dehou's pupils were bloodshot, and he crushed seven or eight back molars, and blood continued to flow from his mouth.

At this time, the body of the half-bear orc was finally completely burned to ashes by the Hellfire.

Yan Dehou, who was as dead as a dead man, suddenly moved, a bright light appeared in his eyes, he opened his mouth, spit out more than a dozen pieces of broken teeth, and said with some surprise.

"Sir...Sir, I won the game, I didn't scream."

Yan Dehou couldn't help but burst into tears. He finally saw the hope of living, but at this moment, a kind voice sounded in his ears like a devil's whisper, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Really? But if you win, I will lose. If I lose, I will be unhappy. If I am unhappy, then you will still die!" Qiao Yu said with a smile.

"But sir! You just said clearly that you would let me live if I won!" Yan Dehou's mung bean-sized eyes were filled with fear.
Chapter completed!