Beng Tie, the interstellar warlord starting from Yaliluo

"Hehehe, there is a way to steal, I only take what I need. But as a soldier with glory on his back, I really want to be beaten up by the social moth that is coming up below. This guy actually dares to steal business with us! See if I don't beat him up!

Listening to Boris's thoughts, Sambo's eyes peeked out from under his hood with a glint called pleasure.

Isn't that the fun? Really! Follow the big brothers and you're sure to have fun!

While thinking, Sambo hid in the closet very skillfully, and the sack in his hand was ready.

The next second -

bang!

With a violent kicking sound, the wooden door was kicked open in an instant, and Boris's face hiding behind the door came into close contact.

"Ahhh Little thief, don't hurry up and catch it! The

middle-aged man, with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, let out a demonic laugh and strode into the bedroom.

The middle-aged man, who looked around left and right and found no trace, scratched his head suspiciously. Those voices must have come from my bedroom? How is this no one?

Thinking about it, the middle-aged man continued to stride forward, ready to take a closer look at where the other party was.

"Aha! Eat me a sack!

At the moment when the middle-aged man passed by the edge of the wardrobe, Sambo, who was hiding in the wardrobe, let out a strange cry, instantly opened the wardrobe door, picked up the sack in his hand and covered the middle-aged man's head.

"What are you doing! Guards, there are thorns ..... Woooooooooooo

The middle-aged man, who was accustomed to being pampered, was suddenly startled by Sambo who jumped out of the closet, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound without clenching for a while.

The middle-aged man who wanted to shout loudly to attract the attention of the silver-maned iron guards below asked them to hurry up to save him, but he didn't have time to shout successfully, so he was covered by Sambo's sack directly from head to toe.

"Eat my iron fist of loyalty!"

Boris, who had just been slammed by the door panel, saw that this guy who had nothing to kick the door had successfully been trapped by Sambo is sack, and that was also an instant explosion of anger.

Boris, who burst out of the shadows behind the door, strode forward, more than two meters tall and muscular, like a heavy tank, towards the middle-aged man who was caught in a sack on the ground, like a maggot wriggling wildly on the ground.

Bang!

Unleashed a heavy punch that hit the sack on the ground directly, and there was a dull sound of blowing.

Ignoring the more writhing sack and the dull wail of the middle-aged man inside, Boris continued to punch his punching bag and frantically beckoned to the sandbag.

It's just that you robbed us of our business before, right? You dare to raise the price of drugs without anything, right? If it weren't for the lack of income, he Boris wouldn't even be able to afford starch now?

Seeing Boris fighting so fiercely, Sambo, who was standing on the side, quickly joined the group fight. After all, when he was doing business in Shangcheng before, this skinless and faceless guy even had to pit Lao Sambo, a dumping merchant who worked desperately every day to scavenge waste and resell to make some money! It's shameless!

Minutes passed, and with the punches and kicks of the two, the struggle of the sack on the ground was gradually decreasing, and the wailing was no longer sound.

"Okay, okay, now this state is about the same, he should be almost fainting by now, if we continue to fight, I'm afraid it will really kill someone."

Stopping, Boris opened the sack and took a look.

Looking at the middle-aged man with a blue nose and swollen face and a swollen head like a pig's head, Boris opened his mouth and said to Sambo behind him.

"Makes sense! But I have another plan.

Nodding, Sambo whispered into Boris's ear with a sly smile.

While listening, the expression on Boris's face changed crazily, it was a very exciting!

"Good old boy! When it comes to pit people, you're really better at it! The lord's evaluation of you is indeed not wrong!

"Huh? Tell me more about what Big Brother thinks of me Sambo?

As soon as he heard that his big brother actually gave himself an evaluation, Sambo became interested for a while.

"Let me think about it..."

Raising his head and pondering for a moment, Boris slightly recalled Qin Huairen's previous evaluation of Sambo, and then said to Sambo with an expectant face:

"The boss he gave you an evaluation of a treacherous and cunning, flamboyant, and very knowledgeable of current affairs."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Boris said Qin Huairen's evaluation of Sambo.

"Actually, I think that the lord's evaluation of you is quite pertinent, and I think that if I were to evaluate it, it should be about the same."

Listening to his big brother's evaluation of himself as "pertinent", Sambo's face was expressionless. Although he is said to be old Sambo, he is indeed a very knowledgeable and handsome man. But this assessment always reminds him of some not-so-wonderful past.

"Forget it, let's hang this guy out of here! After hanging out, we can go back and use the pure gold panties in our hands for food money! He

shook his head, leaving the not-so-good memories behind. Sambo untied a hemp rope from his waist, greeted Boris, and then opened the window and rolled out with his hands.

Shrugging his shoulders and hurrying to the next nobleman's house to steal the pure gold underwear, Boris carried the sack on the ground on his shoulders and climbed out of the window following Sambo's footsteps.

"Hurry, hurry! At this time in time, the Silvermane Guards should be coming back soon! "

Under a street lamp, Sambo and Boris are busy doing something.

"Hurry, hurry! Tie a knot and we'll be able to retreat!

Boris, who had vigorously tied a dead knot on the street lamp, picked up Sambo with one hand, clamped it into his armpit, and disappeared into the already dark sky.

"Huh? Is there something on that street lamp in front of you? Just

minutes after the two of them left, a team of silvermane guards patrolling the streets passed by. One of the better-eyed team members suddenly spoke.

Hearing his words, the other silver-maned guards turned their heads to look at the position that the other party was pointing at, and it seemed that there was something hanging on the street lamp.

Feeling a little puzzled, they took a closer look and instantly exclaimed:

"! Isn't this Baron Taroubert? "