Liuyan Sunuo started as a full-time hunter

Along with a gunshot, bullets were fired at the white-haired boy.

"An eyesore." Su Wu held the wine glass in one hand, made a fist in front of his chest with the other, turned his palm downwards, and opened his fist.

A bullet fell from his palm and clattered to the ground.

"The smell of the wine has become foul." The white-haired boy said with contempt.

"Gather the fire and kill him!" the captain ordered.

"You're all a little priceless if you kill yourself." Su Wu sneered.

"Maro."

"Let this be your bar sacrifice next year." He turned the wine glass upside down and poured all the liquid in the glass onto the ground.

As soon as he finished speaking, the armed gang in the tavern kept raising their guns and were frozen into ice sculptures.

In front of him, there were several shields made of ice that blocked the bullets.

There was a chill in the air in the tavern, and everyone was breathing heavily when talking.

"Hey, Chrollo, take off your earrings and let me see them." Bisji begged Chrollo as if nothing happened.

"I'm afraid that won't work. This is a gift from a very important person." The dark-haired man's brows were full of apology for having to refuse.

People can't help but believe that he actually wants to borrow it, but it is true that this request is very embarrassing for him.

"Huh? An important person? Is he Chrollo's lover?" Bisji asked curiously.

"Well..." Chrollo smiled sheepishly, not confirming, but not denying either.

Until now, except for their names, basically nothing the two of them have said is true.

The rest of the people in the tavern looked at the four people with extremely horrified eyes.

Faced with armed gangs that are still so strong, what are the backgrounds of these four people? !

"Throw this garbage out." The white-haired boy instructed casually.

Immediately, some people were eager to please him and followed suit.

The pile of ice sculptures disappeared quickly after being thrown at the door of the tavern.

But no armed gang members showed up to search the tavern.

Chapter 98: Didn’t sleep well and didn’t want to save people

Bisigi spent most of the day dealing with Chrollo, trying various methods overtly and covertly, but he couldn't get Chrollo to take off his earrings.

Finally, Chrollo smiled gently and said it was getting late, so he went back to his room to sleep.

And after he left.

Bisji sat there and clenched his fists, feeling very unwilling.

hateful.

What kind of luck allowed her to encounter the crystal feather bones and liquid ore among the seven beauties at the same time in one day.

But both of them have owners.

Is this luck good or bad...

"Go to sleep." Su Wu picked up the yawning tiger cub beside him and walked upstairs.

The guests in the tavern below were all sitting upright, making no sound at all, like a group of exquisitely crafted puppets performing a pantomime.

It wasn't until Bisji also carried his skirt and went upstairs gloomily that everyone in the tavern on the first floor breathed a sigh of relief.

Four unidentified guys who were still chatting and laughing in front of a bunch of dead ice sculptures were afraid that they would suddenly turn into ice sculptures when they were with these people.

"Boss! Can I still check out now?" Someone ran to the bar and asked the person who was both the bartender and the boss.

"You can check out, no refund will be given." The man wiping the wine glass smiled brightly and spoke cheerfully.

Profiteer! ! !

The person who wanted to check out shrank his head and never mentioned the matter of check out again.

At two o'clock in the morning, Su Wu was awakened by a series of explosions. What lingered in his nose was the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and the smell of evaporated alcohol.

Thick black smoke squeezed in from the crack in the door, choking the snoring little white tiger on the ground and sneezing continuously.

A weak air current circulates between its horns, dispersing the smoke that blows in the face.

Warcraft are born with inherited skills, and as they grow, they will become more proficient in using them.

"...I can't even get a good night's sleep." Su Wu got up, put on his clothes, washed up slowly, and then took the tiger cub out.

As soon as the door opened, there was a surge of heat and smoke. The red flames had spread in the corridor, and the walls were burned black.

There were thumping footsteps upstairs and downstairs, and a few screams could be heard from time to time.

The people who lived in the room diagonally across from Su Wu and next door also walked out of the room.

The appearance of several people seemed to be well-groomed, not the kind of people who just threw on some clothes in a hurry and went out.

"Really, what's the point of being so lively at night?" Bisji put his hands on his hips and said menacingly.

Girls need beauty sleep! Do these people understand?

"..." Chrollo was holding a book, as if he had been reading in the room and hadn't slept. He didn't speak at the moment, but looked deeply at the stairs going down.

"...Really, there is no place to live now." Su Wu sighed and walked downstairs.

On the stairs and on the ground downstairs, there were many people lying crookedly or with broken arms or legs.

The same thing is that they are still alive and have lost the ability to move.

And there is a countdown bomb installed on him.

And the countdown is extremely fast.

Seeing the four people coming downstairs, everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

Struggling and dragging his bloody body, he threw himself in front of the four people and kowtowed.

"Save us—"

"Please help me-"

Su Wu looked at the bomb on the opponent's body. With the speed of this series of kowtows for help, the countdown became faster and faster.

But the time was still very long, more than four thousand seconds.

"Isn't the countdown for this bomb too long?"

And unlike ordinary bombs, this is a telekinesis bomb.

Therefore, ordinary dismantling methods are ineffective for this bomb.

But does it mean that it takes such a long time?

Or is this also a limitation of ability?

If so……

"This ability is so useless." The white-haired boy ignored the pleading voice in his ear, observed the bomb, straightened up, and said with contempt.

But it's still better than the Wheel of Law, which he can only use once every two days.

His telekinesis ability seems to be somewhat useless, and it is already a purely auxiliary ability.

Although there are many Tarot cards, he has not drawn a high-attack card yet.

How about some more restrictions and oaths so that they can be used every day? But then the restrictions will become bigger...

Ah, trouble.

When it comes to ability, Gojo Satoru and Su Nuo are equivalent to having no shortcomings.

The mechanism of high attack, high defense and high blood recovery is invincible.

Those who had not been rescued for a long time were already on the verge of madness. They stopped kowtowing and stared at the four people in front of them with eyes filled with eagerness and even faint hatred.

"Find a way to save us quickly——"

"Aren't you very strong?"

They urged and complained, and many voices gathered together, making it extremely noisy.

"I can't save people, but I can help you and let them die before the bomb explodes." The white-haired boy stood there with a calm expression. He only glanced at them from the corner of his eye, not even bothering to look at them. .

If I had to find an excuse, it was that I didn't sleep well and was too lazy to save people.

"You are talking to adults like this and you expect us to save you? You are a bunch of despicable guys." The blond young man spoke unceremoniously, his words full of malice.

"I can't remove other people's abilities." Bisji shook his head.

Things like mental ability can only be dealt with by understanding the specific situation.

But they don’t even know the triggers for launching these bombs, so how can they talk about disarming them?

And the owners of these bombs don’t know where they are.

Near the Luoshi Mountains, a group of three people finally gathered again.

"With so many bombs left, that white-haired brat will definitely not be able to escape." The blond man's smile showed cunning and greed.

Head-to-head confrontation? No, he could feel the danger coming from that boy.

A head-on confrontation was not in line with his cautious style. Of course, he would look for opportunities to severely injure the opponent and then take advantage of them to reap the spoils.

Although he spends most of his time on Greed Island, the real world also requires some attention.

Moreover, they still accepted the entrustment of the crowd of crows to do the work. No matter how big the trouble was, someone else would take the blame, and the reward was still the card in the game.

No matter how you look at it, it’s a good deal.

The three people put their thumbs together and shouted in unison -

"liberation."

Inside the hotel.

"The time is indeed a bit too long. This may mean that the other party has another way to directly detonate the bomb." The black-haired man spoke gently and calmly.