Capítulo 1038: Chapter 811: The Rules of Dao Field

When that stack of cash scattered down in a flurry, the atmosphere inside the venue instantly heated up.

In the distance, the roaring Bald Black guy rampaged over, grabbing the neck of that white man and bringing him before him, issuing a roar as if in demonstration.

Then violently smashed him towards the ground behind.

Boom!

With a crisp cracking sound.

A clear bone-cracking sound rang out, and a pool of blood instantly exploded on the floor, the smell of blood lingering at everyone’s noses, causing a surge in their emotions!

Here, slaughter and violence were the best ways to stir up these men’s emotions.

This is Oasis City, this is a paradise for criminals.

“Dead…”

Mu Fan murmured softly and then turned his head to walk towards a corner of the tavern.

He saw there were still three empty tables there.

The two of them walked in that direction, one after the other.

As the gray-white cloak moved through the crowd, a man with a mouth full of yellow teeth and those Triangle Eyes squinted slightly.

The scent of a woman…

Still top-grade.

His gaze suddenly brightened, a kind of dazzling glow, licking his lips as he stared at Lu Qingxue’s back and then quietly stood up.

And under the cloak, Lu Qingxue paused lightly for a moment.

“What’s up?”

“Just a feeling, nothing.” After confirming there was nothing unusual, Lu Qingxue’s voice softly sounded.

The two finally sat down in a corner of the tavern, slightly away from the noisy crowd, finally having a bit of peace by their ears.

Mu Fan, disguised as a mercenary with plant juices smeared on his face, snapped his fingers to signal the bartender for a drink, a glass of water.

Not far away, those Triangle Eyes brightened even more.

Water… Hehehe.

Their position was against the wall, they turned their heads just right to see the Fighting Platform in the distance.

Mu Fan’s eyes roamed over these people.

“What are you looking for?”

“The ringleader here.”

On Loga Star there are also such messy and dirty bars, but within these, there’s a sort of person that cannot be absent.

That is an information broker, colloquially known as the “ringleader.”

Mu Fan scanned his gaze around but did not find any sign of a ringleader yet.

As the second round of fighting began, those frenzied mercenaries and Star Bandits slammed their beer mugs heavily together.

Drinking beer while watching bloody fights, this is life!

“At your three o’clock, there is a person whose gaze has fallen here four times.”

At the moment of drinking water, Lu Qingxue reminded softly.

Mu Fan suddenly turned his head, just in time to see those sharp Triangle Eyes shining.

The other person didn’t seem to expect Mu Fan to suddenly turn his head and look at him, but he wasn’t too flustered either, instead, he gave a sneaky grin, exposing a mouthful of big yellow teeth as he squeezed through the crowd.

“I find this brother unfamiliar, is it your first time at the Rice Field?”

Triangle Eyes rubbed his hands, somewhat self-introducing, “My name’s Toby, a regular here.”

Mu Fan looked down at his wine glass, casually swirling it, but did not answer the other’s question.

In such places, revealing any bit of information could invite unnecessary trouble for oneself.

“Hahaha, don’t misunderstand, although I look a bit sleazy, my mind is not bad, everyone can vouch for me on that.” Toby pointed behind him, but that group was fiercely placing bets, none noticing here.

Toby saw this but didn’t mind.

“It seems the two of you came here for another purpose, since fate brings us together, why not say it out loud, maybe I happen to have what you need?” Triangle Eyes chuckled, and seeing Mu Fan silent, he inadvertently glanced at Lu Qingxue in the cloak.

“This brother next to you, your cloak is nice.”

As his words fell, Triangle Eyes’s right hand swiftly reached over, seemingly wanting to check out the cloak’s material.

However, Lu Qingxue’s reaction speed was extremely fast.

Triangle Eyes’s hand abruptly stopped mid-air, as a cold metallic sword scabbard pointed directly at him.

“Haha, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I’m just naturally friendly.” Triangle Eyes promptly apologized, but a sly, crafty smile flashed deep in his pupils.

The wrist of the hand holding the sword beneath that cloak, such fair skin… and that faint fragrance.

This kind of woman, in Oasis City, might just drive people crazy.

Mu Fan pressed down Lu Qingxue’s longsword, his tone turning somewhat cold, “From now on, if you make even half a move more, our deal is off.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingxue sheathed the sword, lowered her head back into silence, returning to the mysterious cloaked person once more.

“Hahaha, easy to say, whatever you want to buy, I, Toby, can help you with it.”

Mu Fan’s fingers tapped on the tabletop, just waiting to speak…

“Hahaha, indeed outsiders. Don’t even know the rules of coming to the Rice Field Tavern.”

Amongst hearty laughter, a man wearing a tattered wood gray open-front shirt, exposing bronze strong chest muscles, came grinning towards them, this was evidently the guy referred to as Uncle Green by the dirty little kid.

Behind him, six men dressed as if refugees but exuding a dangerous aura were silently following Uncle Green.

As this group appeared, the lively atmosphere in the center of the room halted for a moment, and even the two on the Fighting Platform looked over.

But soon the scene became lively again, as greetings roared one after another, clearly all knowing this group.

“Uncle Green, it’s not time for rent collection today, is it?”

“So what, feeling itchy and want to place some bets?”

Amidst the greetings, Uncle Green, with six sidekicks, directly stood in front of Mu Fan, looking down at him.

And Triangle Eyes humbly immediately stood aside, no matter what Green said, accompanying it all with smiles.

Uncle Green sneered, “You dare trust the likes of Triangle Eyes?”

“What rules?” Mu Fan gestured to Lu Qingxue not to act rashly.

“Coming in here, not acknowledging the leaders first, and wanting to buy information… you’re thinking too much.”

These two sentences drew quite a bit of attention.

“How to acknowledge?”

Mu Fan casually placed the metal stick Black brought onto the wooden table, producing a dull thump.

Seeing this action, Uncle Green’s face immediately darkened, but he maintained a forced smile, saying:

“It all depends on your intentions.”

Mu Fan looked at him, and behind Uncle Green.

Half the people were still focused on the Fighting Platform, but several customers were already looking this way.

Mu Fan chuckled lightly then raised his head, locking eyes with Uncle Green.

Then he softly opened his mouth:

“Get lost.”

Beside him, a tall skinny man referred to as Wheel instantly drew a heavy-caliber M219 handgun, pointing it straight at Mu Fan’s head.

The dark muzzle was less than half a meter from Mu Fan’s brow.

“Kid, take a good look at where you are, let me teach you, now continue act smarmy, aren’t you quite cocky?”

The tall skinny guy “kindly” reminded.

…

No one anticipated the situation inside instantly becoming explosive.

And Mu Fan’s icy gaze lifted, coldly looking at the tall, thin guy, he retorted word by word.

“Are you sure… you want to point a gun at me?”