The man standing in front of him, who claimed to be the emperor of the underworld in the slums, was wearing a precious fur coat, but the upper body inside the coat was completely **, the silky smooth fur and the skin full of tattoos, the coldness and cruelty hidden in the depths that naturally flowed between his eyebrows and eyes, very successfully did not make those gentle and polite words feel incongruous with his identity.

There are dark underground worlds on both sides of the universe, and Xu Le, who was born as an orphan in Donglin, is no stranger to the rules of this world, and knows that these seemingly bottommost underground worlds often have some extremely powerful characters, and Lin Banshan is one of the most famous representatives. In the Commonwealth where the Charter's light shines, no one dares to completely ignore the underworld, let alone in the Imperial Tianjing, in the most chaotic and disorderly ghetto.

It stands to reason that he should be polite or polite to this man, but he really wants to see the person above this person, so his response is extremely direct and simple, and thus seems a little resistant and disrespectful.

In the eyes of the gun-wielding men in the living room, Xu Le's answer was not only a lack of respect, but also a serious impoliteness, these men at the bottom of the empire did not have the slightest good impression of the Federation, and at this moment they couldn't help but stand up, cursed loudly, and pointed the heavy gun in their hands at Xu Le's head, as if the angry bullet would be fired in the next moment.

The smile on the face of the underworld leader in a fur coat gradually faded, and the palm of his right hand, wearing three strange large diamond rings, slowly reached into the collar, gently rubbed between the soft and smooth fur and the skin of his chest, and then shook his head.

He didn't stop the urge of these loyal and bloodthirsty subordinates to beat up the Federalists, but only reminded them not to use their firearms, and to use simple violence to show them what reverence was.

The reason why he made such a decision was because he also had a strong curiosity in his heart about why the old man he respected the most attached so much importance to the federal fugitive in front of him, and what kind of confidence did this stranger who had seemed the calmest in front of him in the past five years have.

Many years ago on Donglin Xing, Xu Le was once pressed against his forehead with a cold barrel, and the feeling of pain and cold humiliation has never been forgotten.

A big man with a height of more than two meters and a thick brown beard on his face threw the firearm in his hand into the hands of his companions, grinned innocently and cruelly, and walked towards Xu Le, he rubbed his hands, the joints of his upper body made a palpitating melting sound, and the tense and protruding muscles did not know what kind of terrifying power was hidden in the mouth

Seeing this scene, the gunmen in the living room couldn't help but shrug their shoulders at the same time, guessing that this thin pale Federator would probably be able to withstand for a few seconds, and a few bones would be broken afterwards.

Xu Le tilted his head slightly, squinted at the burly man who was getting closer and closer, and then frowned again, seeing that the other party would definitely not be satisfied if he didn't break a few of his bones.

It's just that his bones have been broken too many by Huai Caoshi, and it is impossible to fully recover after three days of raising in the dark underground waterways, and he definitely has no idea of breaking his bones again to comfort the mood of these imperial gangsters.

The burly man grinned, revealing his teeth that were as yellow as big corn kernels, and a few hideous and cruel colors flashed in his eyes that were as round as the mouth of a bottle, and he raised his right arm and slapped Xu Le's head with a snort.

It's a very simple beat, there are no fancy movements, this burly man, as the number one fighter of this gang, has absolute confidence in his own strength, thinking that if this slap is called, no matter how Xu Le blocks, he will be slapped to the ground.

Who allowed himself to have a terrifying palm bigger than a small table?

Looking at the hideous and cruel look in the pair of round eyes close at hand, Xu Le's eyes narrowed more and more, and he unexpectedly remembered that when he was fighting with his teammates on the battlefield of Xilin, he could always see a very similar primitive barbarian bloodthirsty impulse in the eyes of those imperial expeditionary forces, which was very bad and made him very unhappy.

The left arm, which could barely be raised, was raised lightly a moment before the small table-like palm whistled to the ground, and the thumb and index finger of the left hand grabbed the burly man's wrist like lightning, and the fingertips sank deep between the two cartilages.

With such a simple snap, the burly man's brute force blow suddenly stopped in the air, his thick right arm stiffened in mid-air, and there was no way to advance another inch.

The expressions of the imperial gangsters in the living room changed drastically, and they stood up in shock, and subconsciously clenched the guns in their hands.

Xu Le silently looked at the shocked and unwilling look in the eyes of the big man in front of him, his shaved sparse eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his fingertips worked harder.

The thumb sank a little deeper, like a nail digging deep into the wood, and it couldn't be pulled out at all, and a stream of blood slowly flowed out of the deep depression.

The burly man only felt a sharp pain, and his usually extremely conceited strength seemed to be drained at this moment, and he didn't know how many enemies' right arms he had killed in his life, and he was actually fixed in the air by the two fingers of this skinny guy!

Gangsters and bandits are outlaws who are entangled and killed from life and death, knowing that when they encounter a hard hand, the burly man did not have the slightest fear, but stimulated the most primitive and wild ferocity in his heart, he howled like a beast in pain, and pulled his right arm hard!

Xu Le's two fingers were two iron nails, how could he pull them back? The burly man should have expected this in advance, no one thought that brute force resistance was just an appearance, his empty left hand reached behind his waist and grasped the handle of the alloy army thorn.

What's even more dangerous is that he suddenly exerted force on his waist, ready to lift the thigh that was thicker than the child's waist, even if Xu Le could block the insidious blow of the military thorn, there must be no way to stop this angry kick towards the lower abdomen!

Xu Le's bones were broken, and his lower abdomen had been seriously injured, and he was very angry that these imperial people had attacked these places again, knowing that the injuries he suffered were all given by His Royal Highness, what qualifications did these gangsters in front of him have to follow in the footsteps of Huai Caoshi?

With a flip of his wrist, he twisted the arm of the charming man alive and strongly, and the intact two feet beat strangely below, and the posture memory deeply rooted in the skeletal muscles appeared perfectly in the field, just before the burly man was about to raise his legs, his left foot had already come back and took the lead, extremely accurate, and he stepped on it unreasonably!

The left foot, wearing a hard-soled cowhide boot, stepped on the right instep of the burly man's right foot fiercely, like a sledgehammer smashing a flower plate.

A clear and terrifying cracking sound erupted from below.

The burly man's face suddenly turned pale, his lips opened wide, and there was a sound of pain brewing between his yellow and rotten teeth.

Xu Le didn't listen to a big man screaming like a girl, and then he stepped in again, and his knee hit the burly man's knee joint, almost at the same time, his body made a strange movement in the air that was almost paused, and his right leg drew an arc from the oblique outside, hitting the big man's waist as fast as lightning.

The front knee directly deformed the burly man's knee joint and twisted it back terrifyingly, and the back step accurately hit the right hand of the big man holding the military thorn, and the blood of the huge force shock instantly spurted out of the tiger's mouth.

The precise, fast and ruthless close-quarters triple attack did not give the burly man any chance to exhale pain at all, and the powerful lethality and overlapping pain made this person fall to the ground like a toppled mountain, and the floor of the living room shook slightly, and he fell into a coma.

All this happened so fast that the gangsters in the living room didn't have time to react and rescue, only to watch the thin young man of the Federation enter and turn sideways like a devil, turning his companion into a comatose lump of flesh.

To their great horror, they couldn't find the words to describe this Federation man's strong close-quarters skills, they were obviously very simple moves, but they had such incredible power, obviously these movements did not seem fast, they were very clear and clear, but they always gave people a feeling that they couldn't keep up with his rhythm!

Many guns were raised again and aimed at Xu Le, but at this time, the hands of these gangsters trembled slightly, and they could no longer be as relaxed and contemptuous as just now, they always felt that even if they fired immediately, they might not be able to kill the Federation man who was standing quietly in the field.

Because, he is too quiet.

Xu Le slowly withdrew his left foot, didn't look at the burly man's instep on the ground, which was rapidly swollen like a rotten cake, retracted his gaze, and quietly looked at the leader of the crowd in the field, the man who claimed to be the emperor of the imperial gangsters.

There was a dead silence in the building, and after a long silence, the naked man in a fur coat frowned, lit a cigarette, and said: "My name is Muen, and here are all my brothers, and we don't have the slightest affection for the Federation, but ...... We live in a world of the jungle, and your performance should deserve our respect.

"Hello, Mr. Muen. Xu Le said: "I still really want to see the people above you." ”

There were people upstairs, there were people upstairs all the time, and a blurred face appeared in the shadows on the second floor.

Mu En followed Xu Le's gaze and looked upstairs, saw the face and nodded, couldn't help frowning, and made a gesture of invitation.

"My name is Voss and I now lead the underground resistance. ”

"From the day I was born, my mission in life has been to lead the oppressed and bullied untouchables and commoners to use all means to resist the bloody rule of the Emperor, to overthrow this backward political system condensed by warlike maniacs and shameless aristocrats, and to find a freer, more peaceful and prosperous future for the 87.4 billion people in the 47 galaxies of the Left Sky Star Field. ”

"In the course of twenty years, our cause has suffered an unprecedented setback, and millions of valiant warriors, armed with poorly crafted weapons, have resisted the cannons and mechs of the royal family's warships, and have paid a price like rivers of blood, but have found no hope of success. ”

"Until you show up. ”

The thin old man in the high-backed chair in the gloomy room on the second floor slowly turned around, his face full of wrinkles and those yellow-brown old age spots, which invaded his original white skin extremely ugly.