"Hurry up... I want to be here today! Get out of Lost Paradise when you see everyone here!" Anthony Downs looked unkind, frowned, and his plump body was wrapped in a

The layers of clothes looked like they were going to explode in the next second.

"But... Sir, we don't have enough manpower..." One of his [Punishers] quickly lowered his head, "We have no way... Well!

"

In an instant, a large knife as big as his face was placed across his neck.

The [Punisher] swallowed, carefully moved his eyeballs, and looked up at the owner of [Bandit's Lost Paradise] from bottom to top.

That was his boss, extremely fat, but also the most authoritative person in this chaotic and chaotic place. The fat on his face was trembling slightly, his face was frighteningly dark, half of his face was immersed in shadow, and the other half was immersed in shadow.

On half of the skin, milky white magic lines appeared slowly flowing.

"You don't want me to say it again." Anthony Downs waved the big knife he pulled out from nowhere and motioned for him to get out quickly. "I will count to three more times. If I don't send out all the remaining [Punishers],

I will kill all of you hyenas and replace them with a new batch!"

"Yes...yes!" [The Punisher] nodded and bowed, as if he had transformed into a dog, and ran away crawling on the ground.

The atmosphere just now... was too depressing, too depressing...

"Huh...huh..." [The Punisher] breathed a sigh of relief, the magic power in his body flowed rapidly, and the magic lines under his skin immediately surged up, and finally turned into a triangular spell in the palm of his hand.

As soon as it moved, this triangular technique began to rotate rapidly.

It spun faster and faster, and the light blue light spots seemed to fly out of the palm of the hand. The eyes of [The Punisher] gradually became cold and stern, taking on a new look from the cowardice just now, and they were completely different.

With a pop, the spell in his hand disappeared.

"It seems that something big is really going to happen..." He slowly stretched out his hand, walked towards the corner of the street, and grabbed it in the air. A dark gray and black robe was grabbed out of thin air, "Even

The boss has become like this... He said he wanted to meet an old friend before, haha."

At the same time, the palms of all the [Punishers] inside and outside [The Lost Paradise] all had the same triangular spells as the palms of the [Punisher] just now. In just a moment, their minds

An order has been issued to "expel all those who stay in Paradise Lost."

And this is not easy. The people who can come here are more or less capable. Even if they do not have enough strength, their backstage cannot be underestimated. They are just a second-level magic pattern warlock, and they may have a third-level magic weapon hidden in their body...

....

But this is a fatal order issued by the master of Lost Paradise and cannot be changed.

The weather today is very humid, with a little drizzle, and the air is filled with a faint smell of rancidity. This is the smell that will be released when it rains in the Lost Paradise.

The street was crowded with people, and greedy eyes shot out from every corner of the street, seeming to focus on everyone who seemed to be able to rob.

However, these glances were immediately extinguished, and each figure was kicked out with strong, rainy feet, or pulled out by big hands, and they were warned in stern words to expel them from this place.

The only remaining place of chaos within the Yaris.

Like a bomb detonating in the streets and alleys, countless dizzying shouts echoed crazily everywhere except in the trading area. Without exception, they were orders to expel people.

Those who carried small bags or even traveled lightly only dissatisfied and quickened their pace and left in a hurry, looking for another place in the green; while others who could not leave immediately, some saw that the situation was not good and ran away.

There were also some who were unwilling to leave, or made noises, or used force to push back the [Punishers] who came to expel them.

But this is of no use.

At that time, screams, screams of pain, and the sounds of various weapons piercing flesh mingled in the daylight, and were eventually organized into a ridiculous and strange musical, which often broke out.

Stop frequently and relax in a moderate manner.

This is the first time that [Bandits Lost Paradise] has emptied all the passengers. Generally speaking, as long as it does not violate the absolute law [regardless of names, regardless of things], then the owner of Lost Paradise will not have too many restrictions on this, but...

.....

This seems to be an emergency, or the wishful thinking of the owner of Lost Paradise - he has the right to smash the town he built bit by bit with his own hands, and most of Lost Paradise must be emptied.

In fact, Anthony was creating time and opportunities for Marshall and the others, as well as protecting these unsuspecting bandits.

How could a person like him not know the bad reputation of King Charles? He also placed people in the Palace of Portello, but the time was not up yet and it was of no use.

But it works now, doesn't it?

However, in order to help a friend, he helped like this... This is not in line with this fat man's life creed.

At this time, Anthony was leisurely calling these sellers in the trading area and having a drink together.

"Everyone, I have dispersed all the travelers who entered the Lost Paradise this morning." The fat man moved his buttocks, seemingly also infinitely dissatisfied with the overburdened chair under him.

"Your [Punisher] has already behaved strangely before. It's impossible for us not to guess what will happen." The old man selling stone sculptures took a sip of the turbid wine in his hand. His eyes were like wine.

The liquid was so turbid, "If I sell it for a few more years... I will leave too."

"I don't know what's so bad. Not long after I came here, something like this happened. Can we still do business?" Although the young man selling food was complaining, the expression of gloating on his face was clearly visible.

.

"Tell me, what's the matter, we old people have to be called in?" The mineral retailer in Lost Paradise scratched his head, while his other hand was still holding two dull stones.

"We don't want Paradise Lost to be abandoned again... After all, after so many years, we have developed feelings." A middle-aged woman who was involved in the child slave trade pulled her hair and pursed her lips.

"Yes... I have feelings." Anthony patted his fat belly, "This matter is related to the future of Yaris, I have to do it, and there is nothing left to comment on. If

If you want to leave, then go. If you want to stay, I welcome you. If you can help me, I will reward you accordingly. You must know that I have nothing but money, haha!

"

"Those who are left behind, please raise your hands. It looks like we don't have much time." The old man selling stone sculptures saw that Anthony's face was not normal. He raised the crutch in his hand and made the first choice, "It's your business."

, we won’t interfere, it’s the old rules. We don’t want Paradise Lost to close because of this, boss.”

Anthony rubbed the corners of his eyes and smiled: "Of course, we will continue to do our best for decades! We will do it until we die!"

Dang! Dang! Dang!

In the trading area, a large golden clock appeared in the air. No one was shaking it, but the huge clock was shaking violently on its own, and the knocking sticks kept colliding with each other, making a loud and muffled sound.

"Someone is coming, I'll take the first step." The fat man's eyes narrowed and he stood up from the chair.

He found that the chair was actually embedded in his big butt...

He is too fat.

"Huh! This chair should be replaced!" A machete appeared in the fat man's hand like a miraculous trick. With just a slight flick of his fingers, the chair under his butt was dismembered. "I

Take the first step."

Immediately, he awkwardly raised his fat knee and stepped down hard!

Bang! The dust and sand flew, and the roaring wind even pushed the unused bricks next to him to the wall!

He was like a cannon, riding on the wind, tearing apart the air that blocked his progress, and moving quickly through the streets and alleys. From time to time, he would step on the air twice, and the magic circle emerging under his feet could provide

His motivation to keep going.

Flying all the way, the wind blew all the way. As Anthony moved forward, the buttons on his coat disintegrated one after another, and the white fat flesh was exposed from the neck from top to bottom, until he reached his ribs.

"Huh..." Anthony let out a heavy breath, stagnated straight from mid-air, broke through the limit of inertia, and fell hard to the ground.

Only the bottom five buttons of his jacket were left.

Now Anthony had his chest open and his face was cold. He snorted and slowly pulled his shirt together so as not to expose too much.

This tugging didn't matter, because the force was too great, and the top one of the remaining five buttons couldn't withstand the force and burst with a loud crack!

Unexpectedly, Anthony's white belly was not visible in the gaps between the clothes. Instead, there were pieces of hard iron with shocking cracks on it. If you look carefully, you can see what seems to be inside.

thing.

Anthony seems to be storing something interesting in his seemingly huge belly. If you want to access it, it seems to be extremely convenient in this way.

He has now arrived at the gate of Lost Paradise, letting the raindrops fall on his head.

Forty or fifty meters in front of Anthony, a team of thirty or forty people was riding horses in a leisurely manner, formally and impartially heading towards the direction of "The Bandit's Lost Paradise".

Generally speaking, the only way to cross the Tata River is the crystal bridge deployed by Anthony. In other words, only with his permission can one cross this wide and large river without being overwhelmed by the rapid and turbid water.

The river was washed to pieces.

Anthony put away the cold look on his face and instead showed a radiant smile.

He opened his mouth, and the heat in his mouth quickly spread in the air:

"[The Lost Paradise of Bandits] is temporarily closed. If you want to cross the Tata River, then choose another time!"

But it was obvious that the other party was not prepared to discuss it with him.

The leading man was wearing a light blue robe, with gray eyebrows, but his face did not look old, with a tall nose, a thick mouth, and a medium build.

His voice was rough and hoarse, completely inconsistent with his body:
Chapter completed!