I asked you to control beasts, but you’re making Grey Wolf craft mechs by hand?

Qin Mo paused when he said this.

The black robe on the front foot transforms into the emperor level, and someone on the back foot introduces himself. How on earth did he do it... suppress a level so skillfully?

Pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger, but don’t pretend to be a real pig!

Hiss~~~

The man named Poisonous Insect took a breath and took three steps back.

Because of his cruelty and cruelty, with a human face and an animal heart, he had poor interpersonal relationships in the No. 1 underground city. He was worried about someone's revenge, so he came to join a group and get warm.

This is not about hugging each other to keep warm. They are clearly here to hug their thighs!

Small groups around.

Hearing the voice, his eyes were full of solemnity and doubt.

Is this light tone a pretense, or is it the relaxation unique to a king-level boss?

But they didn't dare to ask any more questions. They quietly took a few steps back and didn't get closer if they could.

You know... a king-level boss is usually the city lord of a dungeon branch!

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Mo suddenly stood up and looked directly at the sloppy Lao Deng not far away.

There was also no one around Lao Deng, and he enjoyed the same king-level treatment as himself.

Not deliberately looking for trouble.

But the old guy's expression was a little untidy, his head was slightly lowered, a pair of sinister eyes were hidden in his messy hair, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing yellow teeth.

He didn't speak from beginning to end, but it didn't make much difference!

It's like being on a bus. The old man who didn't get a seat stares directly at the young man who refuses to give up his seat, trying to use his eyes to force people into submission.

You think it’s very bluffing and awesome, right?

That's the punishment of those who have never tasted the punch of sandbags!

"You can watch whatever you want. What can you do?"

The sloppy old man's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other, with a tail that was uncomfortable to listen to.

"Turn around! Don't let me say it a second time!"

The old man shook his head, bared his big yellow teeth, and stretched out his hand to make decapitation movements on his neck.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

In a normal society, if you make a gesture, even if you deserve a beating, it would not be illegal, and you would not go into a violent murder just because of a gesture. Wouldn't that make you a lunatic?

But this is the chaotic underground world!

Any extra looks or movements can be regarded as provocation or the start of a war!

Qin Mo took one step forward.

An extremely gorgeous and exquisite black robe replaces the ordinary coat.

The thick black mist like ink spread crazily all over the body, condensing into a series of ferocious pythons.

The pressure of the king-level boss swept across the entire place like a tide, causing the abandoned and unmaintained factory buildings to creak under the weight, as if they would collapse in the next second.

"Is it really a king? Young man, don't be too arrogant!"

The sloppy old man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He thought it was a bluff from beginning to end.

I have been wandering around the underground city for decades and have never seen or heard of this person, so I naturally thought it was a fake!

Just waiting for the young man to take action.

As an elder, he severely punished her morally and finally paid a good apology fee.

What should I do if I don’t pay an apology fee?

It means that the young man has no backing, or the backing does not care about his life or death, so he must die to apologize... The king cannot be humiliated, and his death will be in vain!

I never expected that he was actually a king. This is not suitable for continued silent provocation!

Qin Mo didn't talk nonsense.

I chose to do it directly.

You can choose the time when the war starts, but I have the final say when it ends!

If you want to provoke, you will provoke, and if you want to avoid war, you will avoid war. Do you think that this is a society governed by law, and everyone will tolerate you?

The old man felt undisguised murderous intent.

There was a trace of regret in his heart. He actually provoked a firecracker that exploded at the first moment. Just because he didn't turn his head, he was going to be beaten and killed. Is there any justice? Is there any royal law? Is there any morality?

We are all kings, fighting to the death here, and the younger generation will only laugh when they see it!

The black python slapped his face.

Intense.

Even if he didn't want to, he could only fight back passively.

Buzz~~~~

Bright yellow lines suddenly appeared under the old man's feet, spreading out in circles, like a calm lake with ripples. His robes moved automatically without wind, his messy hair danced, and his eyes were sharp and sharp.

Where is the sloppiness from just now? !

A bright yellow heavy-duty mecha suddenly exploded into the factory building and appeared in the night sky. Its chest, shoulders, and arms were all equipped with ferocious cannons.

On the back is a double-barreled cannon comparable to its size.

Heavy war mechas are designed for large-scale interstellar wars and have powerful firepower. They are usually paired with war starships to carry out air-ground double strikes to destroy targets to the greatest extent.

The dungeon elites were stunned.

On the left is a heavy mecha standing tall against the sky, and on the right is a biological armor standing in the void.

Are all king-level bosses so irritable?

A war breaks out at the slightest disagreement... No, no, no, there is no verbal dispute, just because I took one more look in the crowd!

Those low-level gangsters first scolded, then pushed, and finally evolved into fighting with fists and kicks, or even wielding knives and sticks. This is a process of gradual and escalating conflicts.

"That's it! Don't delay the big business, what do you think?!"

The old man looked directly at Kuku's black-smoking bio-armor, and said softly in a low tone.

He did not expect that the current situation would result, and he did not expect it at all.

"One move! If you survive, that's the end of it!"

"Arrogant kid!"

The old man was so angry that he offered the ladder to him, but even uttered arrogant words.

The chest of the heavy war mecha has a fiery circle similar to the "Dangerous Wanderer". Different from the energy system of the dangerous wanderer, it carries heavy artillery, high-temperature ion heavy artillery, which attacks large targets.

The young man's biological armor is not a large target, but it is definitely qualified to take a shot!

The charging speed is very fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, half of the energy tank is gathered.

The war mecha that has been castrated for movement and defense, in terms of firepower alone, no one can match it!

But... it's still too slow!

The dense giant shadows are nailed in the cover of the night, like a school of tuna lurking in the deep sea, approaching the target silently and rapidly.

Until they stare at the target, they make a "whoosh" sound.

"Huh?!!"

The old man instantly noticed the difference and sneered.

"Ignorant child, what's the point of restricting my actions? Taste the taste of the giant cannon!"

As a heavy war mecha.

Even if no one restricts him, he will not move.

Because maintaining different states can better control the displacement of heavy artillery!

The artillery of other mechas cannot move, but the ion cannon of the war mecha can turn. If they can call themselves war mechas just by carrying more firepower, they will be underestimated.

"If I say one move, it means one move. I will not deceive the dying man!"

Qin Mo said softly.

Next, a shadow mecha of the same size and appearance will rise from the back of the heavy war mecha. It will absorb all the power of the shadow nail and burst out a fatal blow!

One blow! That's enough!