The way of entertainment in this world is relatively monotonous. In addition to going to those entertainment places, there is no such thing as TV. Ordinary people can only find some fun for themselves except newspapers. Most farmers, like Mr. kesma, try to have more children when they can work.

    Perhaps the most real idea in his heart is the opposite, but the problem is that he doesn''t know how to safely avoid letting small lives come to the world one after another when doing that kind of thing. He didn''t like the sticky casing with the smell of animal viscera, so he gave birth to a lot of children. At the same time, he would lie - more children could support the family.

    So durin went to bed early.

    Graf, when they came back, it was already more than ten o''clock in the evening. Durin had long been lying in the warm quilt and fell into a sweet sleep. It has to be said that although the hoons are poor, their home is still good, especially these quilts and beds. The mattresses and quilts on the bed also have a faint fragrance, which should belong to their lovely little daughter.

    Speaking of little girls, they should still be diving now?

    Just when Dooling dreamed of a mess and was trapped in it, the knock on the door startled him. He turned over alertly, pulled out the sharp knife under the bed and held it tightly in his hand.

    "Who is it?" his voice was very calm without any panic or tension. He quietly got down from the bed, put on a dress and stood outside the bedroom.

    Soon outside the door came his familiar voice, "it''s me. Have you slept?". Graf''s voice line is very characteristic. His voice is a little more dull than others. I don''t know if it''s almost the same as the voice of a big man.

    Turin pinned the sharp knife on his trouser waist behind him, opened the door and looked at Graf standing outside the door before he had time to change his clothes. He looked up and down at Graf and asked, "why do you come to me without going to bed?"

    Graff didn''t know how to open his mouth. He scratched his head and said in a loud voice for a long time: "two policemen were killed on the road and some people were caught following us."

    Durin''s sleep was dispersed between Graf''s lines. He turned back, changed his clothes and came out. As they walked outside, Graf said everything from afternoon to evening. For Graf''s decision and choice, Turin felt there was nothing wrong with it. It doesn''t matter to connive at the police and lose a batch of wine, but it can only cultivate their growing greed and finally become a bottomless pit.

    As long as no one sees, no evidence, no murder weapon and no body, it is difficult to judge who is guilty in court with the technology of this era.

    After he got dressed, he walked out of the house with Graf. After Graf finished the process of night trading on the road, Turin immediately realized that their wine only took a few days to disturb the forces in tenar city. In fact, it''s normal to think about it. A high level of private wine may be the only income for gangs or forces living in such a small city.

    Now some people move their income, which is equivalent to putting a knife around their neck. They either kneel down and beg for mercy or fight to death. Thinking, they were already standing at the door. There were three depressed guys kneeling outside the door. Their hands were tied behind their backs and tied with their feet.

    Hearing the footsteps, the three men raised their heads, and there was a look of consternation in each of their eyes. Before they came, they had a simple guess. What kind of people dare to sell strong things that should not appear in the market to bars without saying hello.

    Maybe it''s a cruel old man with an eagle hook nose. When he looks at others, it''s like he wants to eat others.

    Perhaps a bright middle-aged man, like most tycoons who started up in illegal activities, dressed in decent clothes and had the style of an elite in the upper class.

    Maybe

    But the only impossible is such a person, a teenager who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. Why did he have the courage to fight against the big three? Where did he get these bootleggings? One problem after another appeared in their minds, but when they looked around, they couldn''t help shivering.

    There are more than a dozen young people around them. These people are like the young man in front of them. They are half big boys, and some black fluff remains on some lips!

    "Who let you come?", Dooling lost a cigarette to dufo. He finished the task fairly well. The most important thing is that he can think, which is very good and important. Both gangs, forces and enterprises need people who can think to do things. People who can think are talents, and all undertakings need talents.

    Dufo reached out his hands to catch the cigarette, walked two steps to Turin, took out a match and scratched it in his pants. With a hiss, white phosphorus accumulated enough heat in the short friction and burned. Suddenly, the fire lit up the side of Turin. It was simple, ordinary, but it also had an unspeakable taste.

    When a strong and choking white smoke rose, Dooling took two breaths and spit out a faint smoke.

    The three people kneeling on the ground, you see me, I see you, all shut up. They don''t believe what these young people will do to them. Before carrying out the mission, the captain told them that their opponent this time was a group of fresh chicken, which was not dangerous. After meeting the "boss" and his main "backbone" members, they believe more in what the captain said. These people are not dangerous.

    They may not even have killed anyone. They may only threaten and then have to let them go.

    Of course, there is a more important reason, that is, they dare not say.

    Woodcutter wood''s style is almost well known in the gangs in tenell. He is a man who will go crazy if he doesn''t agree with him. Under normal circumstances, he behaves like a gentle gentleman. Even if he doesn''t do well, he will only say a few words of encouragement with a straight face, even if it''s over. But when someone or something really annoys him, he will explode.

    Like a psychosis, crazy, bloody and cruel!

    Unfortunately, betrayal was one of the conditions that triggered his madness.

    In the face of silence, Dooling was not surprised.

    He doesn''t have his own name in this city. Unlike those big people, he is well known. People won''t be afraid of him. His right hand slowly touched the sharp knife inserted behind him. He planned to teach these people what fear is with blood and pain. But at this time, Graf''s muscular brain returned to normal again - when he said he killed the police who almost found them transporting private wine, Turin thought he was a little abnormal because he became a little smart.

    Now, he''s normal again. He took the pistol out of his pocket. "Use this, this is very interesting."

    Guns are tube products in Yaoxing empire. A lot of resentment has accumulated in the process of Yaoxing Empire conquering other kingdoms and races. Therefore, the upper class of the ogding people did not want to see that other races could freely buy weapons, so the Empire had control measures for firearms. Of course, like many laws that have been used as back doors, this control measure has become a dead letter, but guns are still rare in the small town of tenell.

    First, it is of no great use. There are no huge interests that make people jealous. We need to rob and conquer with things like guns. Secondly, the order in tener city was quite good. After a little chaos after the war, the new order was formulated. Everyone silently abided by the rules and did not need to use guns.

    When Graff took out the gun, the lives of the three kneeling people had actually come to an end ahead of time. Turin would not let them live.

    Because... Graff and the others killed two policemen.

    Once the news of the police missing spread, the three guys who saw the pistol and didn''t show any unexpected expression at this time would think whether there was a problem with the origin of the pistol in their hands. They don''t need others to do it. As long as they tell the police chief the news, they can only choose to give up everything and run away immediately.

    Dooling took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. In fact, he didn''t intend to kill these people in the last second. What he wants is to make money, rise, not kill! He is willing to join the game in a more peaceful way and become a member of the game field. To do this, someone must send a message to the people behind him. But now, it''s impossible.

    He took the pistol and turned it over in his hand. Graf simply said the way to use it, and Turin immediately understood it. He opened the insurance and pushed the Obsidian warehouse into the catalyst. The handshake of the pistol immediately began to heat up, which is a hint that the charging has been completed.

    He went to the first man, picked up the man''s chin with the muzzle of the gun, and then put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead. He was calm enough to be like a conversation between friends, "say something I want to hear. You live, they die."