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Chapter 623 Rock Python
"Is that a butt on your shoulder?"

The person spoke in such an arrogant way that everyone present knew who said it without even looking in the direction the voice came from. There was only one person in this shelter who spoke like that.

"Bitter Air!" The timidity in Zebudia's eyes disappeared for a moment. "What do you mean by that?"

"Literally." Quentin put his hands in his pockets and looked sloppy wearing large sunglasses.

"Are you really someone who has been in society for a long time? How can you not understand such a simple thing? Even a 14-year-old like me can figure it out."

As Quentin said this, he jumped onto a table and sat down calmly in front of everyone.

"The Viper Gang has already spread the word that they will attack us this evening. Why do you think they spread the word?"

You don't need to look at Quentin's eyes to know that he has no respect for Zebudia, which makes the elder lose all face. Tandy even saw that his face turned purple. It was obvious that he was angry and his already purple face became even purpler.

"You don't think the Vipers are a bunch of idiots, do you? They deliberately leaked the news just to let us escape? Don't be silly, Eggplant Man, they did this for two reasons."

As soon as Quentin finished speaking, he stretched out two fingers and continued.

"First, relying on the long wait to wear down our fighting spirit. When a large army approaches a city, no soldier will not feel nervous, let alone ordinary people like us."

"Secondly, they're using pressure to make us fight among ourselves. After all, for most people, it's more practical to bully the weak behind closed doors than to wield a knife against the strong. Under high tension, even a barracks will mutiny."

After saying this, Quentin's outstretched right hand turned into a pistol gesture and pointed it at Zebudia, whose face darkened even more.

"You've stood up for both of these things. It's hard for me not to doubt that there's nothing wrong with your brain. In my opinion, you're either extremely stupid or extremely bad. Anyway, every good one... If I were you..."

Quentin pointed his right hand, which was like a pistol, at his temple and whispered a word.

"boom!"

The meaning was self-evident. Zebudiah's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the noisy crowd around him quieted down. Quentin jumped down from the table and turned to leave.

"I guess the Vipers have already set up a siege net to surround us. If we go out now, I can't imagine any other outcome except death. Oh, and maybe the superhuman can still survive."

Quentin stopped talking here, turned around and held the toad's eyes and said with a sarcastic expression.

"Unfortunately, we are neither."

After saying that, he ignored Tandy who wanted to call him and walked into the depths of the subway station. No one knew where he went.

Even if a battle might break out, no one would stop him because Quentin was too young, only 14 years old. No one would call him to the battlefield, and no one would say anything even if he hid.

Oh, except for Zebdia who just lost face.

Tandy looked at Quentin's back and shook her head helplessly. She shifted her gaze to the quiet crowd and spoke softly.

"Let's discuss what to do next."

This time no one interrupted her.

...Tandy and Taylor stood at the subway station entrance, looking at the convoy in the distance. It was obviously the Viper Gang's convoy. The two of them secretly became extremely alert, preparing to deal with what would happen next.

Six cars were parked less than a hundred meters away from the two people. It is really not easy to find so many intact cars in New York today.

As soon as the car stopped, the door was opened and several people in colorful and strange costumes got out of the car. They were holding various weapons in their hands, but they were all cold weapons.

Baseball bats and water pipes, and even a few people holding golf clubs looked like psychopaths. Taylor's pupils shrank slightly. He also found a few people with guns.

"boom!"

The dull sound of a door closing attracted the attention of Tyrone and Tandy. They saw an unusually tall black man, two meters tall, walking down from a jeep. Tandy couldn't help but wonder how this man could fit into such a small car.

The man's clothes were tightly stretched on his body, outlining his muscles that looked as if they were carved by a knife or an axe. It was unclear whether they were decorations or weapons. Thick iron chains were wrapped around the man's arms and waist, and each chain was as thick as two adult fingers.

Even if it is wrapped around the fist and used as a boxing glove, it is a terrifying weapon, not to mention being swung up and used as a whip.

"Who of you two gets to make the decision?" the man asked in a deep voice, his voice sounding as dull as a drum.

"We both can!" Tyrone responded to the strong man's question first, taking some of the pressure off Tandy.

"Okay," the man nodded. "I'm Rock Python from the Viper Gang. I won't go into details. Your people stole our Viper Gang's supplies. This is a provocation to the Viper Gang."

"We know." Tandy swallowed. "So we want to discuss a compensation plan with the Viper Gang. We will do our best to meet your demands."

"Are there any superhumans in your shelter?" asked the rock python.

"It's just the two of us, the rest are ordinary people." Tandy responded quickly. She hoped that her superhuman identity could be used as a bargaining chip to help them get a better result.

"Okay, then come with me." The rock python seemed to have lost the idea of ​​continuing to ask questions and was eager to end the negotiations.

"We go with you? What about the others?" Tandy asked.

"Of course, kill him." The rock python calmly said something that made Tandy shudder.

"We don't have any surplus food left. Of course, we have to kill these useless vassals. If we keep them, they will only steal our limited supplies. We will kill them if we meet them."

"They are all human lives!" Tandy's eyes turned red.

"They're just ordinary people," the rock python said mercilessly. "Why would you care about the lives of ordinary people? We're all superhumans, beings of a higher level. We're not even on the same level as ordinary humans."

"I advise you to change your mind quickly, or do you want to be a hero and save those ordinary people?"

When Rock Python said this, the minions under his command had already raised their weapons. It seemed that they had entered combat mode and were just waiting for the boss's order to launch an attack.

"If that's the case, I can only teach you a lesson first and make you give up that ridiculous dream of being a hero as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)