"Oh, that's awesome."
Yu Sheng praised in amazement, raised his gun again, and pointed it at the people on the roof.
For a time, these elites in Sin City looked very weak under the guns in the hands of Yu Sheng.
Perhaps except for Sin City, the gun itself is a very useless item.
Anyone who has awakened several times can manipulate energy and block bullets without even having to hide.
But in this Sin City, when everyone's energy is completely blocked and the speed has not increased to an exaggerated level, the effect of this thermal weapon becomes immediately apparent.
At least far more powerful than Crossbow.
If it were Ordinary People, even if he had a gun, he would be killed easily by them.
But the one holding the gun in front of me... is this pervert Yu Sheng.
It couldn't be beaten originally, but now it's directly reduced in dimensionality.
The air became quiet for a while.
Those on the roof felt like there was a beast dormant in the night, staring at them coldly.
That kind of instinctive reaction when their lives are threatened makes them restless and makes their hairs stand up.
"What is this for?"
"They were all excellent talents. It's a pity that too many died."
Smiling throughout the whole process and looking harmless, Yu Mo, who was sitting on Wheelchair, finally spoke.
Just a light word made the tense atmosphere instantly relax.
But the timing of his words was very clever.
Don't tell me sooner or later.
It wasn't until the sense of crisis in these people's hearts grew stronger and the gunpowder was about to be ignited that they spoke slowly.
For a moment, these people all subconsciously focused their gazes on him.
"We came to Sin City to make friends."
"The fewer enemies, the better."
"Bringing some weapons with you is just for self-protection."
"Don't be offended, everyone."
A hint of apology appeared on Yu Mo's face at the right time. Although he said this, he had no intention of asking Yu Sheng to put away the gun.
"Haha, it's good to make friends."
"I like making friends at Sin City."
"Everyone puts the guy down and beats him to death. It's boring."
Chu Huai followed Yu Mo's words and spoke decisively, winking at the people on the roof.
The murderous atmosphere was instantly swept away.
But he never mentioned blocking Yu Sheng and Shi Guang from the door again.
In fact, the threat of guns in Sin City is not as great as imagined.
The main reason for the stalemate here this time was that he had not prepared enough people.
The bullets of the gun are limited. When the number of people increases, the gun may not be as useful as Dagger.
But the people he brought this time were all elites, who valued strength over weight.
Instead, you suffer a loss.
Yu Sheng slowly put down the gun, but didn't put it away. He still held it in his hand. It was so bright that Chu Huai's heart was beating fast.
If this pervert really goes crazy today and kills the few people he has managed to accumulate, it will be really difficult for him to get Exit-the-City Battle this year.
However, this also reflects from the side how unfathomable the guy sitting Wheelchair is outside Sin City.
Perhaps, things like Exit-the-City Quota are not groundless.
For a time, Chu Huai finally valued this negotiation, instead of using it as a chess piece to plan things within Sin City.
"I don't know what to call it?"
Chu Huai In the corner of the living room, he opened a three-locked safe and carefully took out a broken bag inside.
Take out a little tea leaves in the broken bag and put it in the pot.
Boil it and pour a cup for Yu Mo yourself.
In Sin City, tea, a luxury item, is even more valuable than gold.
If he can show something today, it will be enough to show his sincerity.
Yu Mo picked up the cup, blew the tea residue on the water, and took a slight sip.
Bitter, astringent...
It is obviously the lowest quality tea.
But he didn't show it, still smiling, "Yu Mo."
"Yu?"
Chu Huai discovered the key point immediately.
When he came to Sin City, he was already 20 years old, and he still knew a lot about everything outside Sin City.
It's not like Yu Sheng or Shi Guang.
So I am very sensitive to the surname Yu.
He looked into Yu Mo's eyes with some expectation, as if seeking confirmation.
It wasn't until Yu Mo nodded with a smile that he became shocked.
He, who usually kept his inner calm no matter how irritable he appeared, became a little flustered for the first time. He stood up on the chair and kept walking around the room.
After a long time, he stopped and sat on the chair again, with the expression on his face barely regaining his composure.
"Yu Clan descendants, come Sin City..."
"I can't figure it out."
"We guys, even if we get out of Sin City, it will be too late to practice again."
"Although it looks fierce, Human Race is not worth much."
"So your target shouldn't be us."
Chu Huai, who calmed down again, became sharper in thinking again. He grasped the key point in an instant, looked at Yu Mo and asked.
Yu Mo smiled unchanged and shook his head slightly, "These are not things you need to consider."
"Although I am a descendant of the Yu Clan, the number of places is limited."
"So what you need to do more is to show your or their own value."
Yu Mo pointed out the window and said calmly.
And there, the figures did not leave, but still surrounded the villa.
Even if Yu Sheng has a gun.
"What do you want to see?"
Chu Huai was thoughtful, and after being silent for a long time, he slowly spoke.
But his voice became a little hoarse.
The excitement also completely disappeared.
There was even a little more vigilance in his eyes.
There is no unreasonable favor in this world, everything has its own value.
The greater the value, the greater the risk.
He didn't believe that Yu Mo would come to give them benefits for no reason.
"I want..."
Yu Mo paused suddenly, and that indifferent smile seemed a little irritable to Chu Huai at this moment.
Yu Mo did not continue talking, but dipped his fingers in the tea and slowly wrote a few words on the table.
Looking at the words on the table, Chu Huai's pupils shrank, staring at the disabled person in front of him in disbelief, breathing heavily.
"Are you crazy?"
He shouted almost subconsciously.
Yu Mo slowly wiped away the water stains on the table, still looking at Chu Huai calmly. "Does it matter whether I'm crazy or not?"
"As long as the final result, or what I come up with, is what you need, then none of this will be a problem."
"And now, it depends on what you think."
After saying these words, Yu Mo leaned on Wheelchair, stopped talking, and patiently waited for an answer.
The room fell into silence.
Yu Sheng and Shi Guang had no intention of getting involved. They just stood not far away, even in the mood to discuss the layout of this building.
Occasionally, I would express my surprise.
Time keeps passing.
Beads of sweat appeared on Chu Huai's forehead.
"I agree."
When he spoke again, his voice was extremely hoarse and his eyes became much sharper. He was no longer the usual good-looking guy.