The wine bottle was broken all over the floor just like what Bald Brother Wen had before.

But in contrast, Blackbeard's head was nothing!

"What's going on?"

Some people couldn't help but questioned the soul.

Bald Brother Wen was also confused on the spot.

Jiang Tian, ​​who was watching the show quietly, shook his head.

Blackbeard is a powerful person who is well-versed.

Even though his memory was tampered with by the illusion at this moment, even if he is extremely cowardly now.

That is not something that ordinary people can get hurt with wine bottles...

Not to mention warriors who can integrate the realm.

Even a warrior who has entered the hall and the room level has a defensive power that ordinary people can break with wine bottles!

But the black beard is still in the dark at this moment.

He didn't know why his head was so iron.

It is precisely because of this sudden change.

This caused Blackbeard to feel timid and slightly weakened.

He looked up at Bald Brother Wen.

"This boss, I smashed your beer bottle in the bar... Now you smashed my four bottles..."

"We calculate this way, are we clearing the two?"

After saying that.

Blackbeard stepped back a little, trying to escape.

only.

At this time, the gangster had already blocked the intersection.

Leave Blackbeard nowhere to retreat.

The bald brother Wen, who had just come back to his senses, was also full of anger on his face.

"Who said you can leave now?"

The bald brother Wen squatted down and checked the beer bottle on the ground.

That's right.

It's glass.

Why is there no effect at all?

"Boss, do you have anything else?"

Blackbeard asked with a smile.

The bald brother Wen stood up and squinted his eyes and said, "Not count!"

The black beard was slightly stunned, "Ah?"

Bald Brother Wen waved his hand.

"These four beer bottles don't count! After all, you made me see the red one in the bar!"

"But..." The black beard was about to retort.

at this time.

A gangster interrupted the Blackbeard's words.

"But what! Didn't you hear my boss?"

Another gangster immediately took over the conversation.

"That's right, our boss has stitched it. You have nothing to do, so you can't count!"

Hearing words.

The black beard's complexion was bitter.

But it was fine when I thought that I had just been hit by four beer bottles.

An inexplicable sense of confidence arose.

He rolled his eyes.
Chapter completed!