I raised my hand weakly, signaled to the God of Food, and asked, "How is our Feilong Gang doing recently, how is the army training, and... what are the big problems you are talking about? Tell me and see if I can come up with a solution."

The God of Cookery and the more than 400 Feilong Gang brothers stood up one after another and slapped the dust on their bodies.

At this moment, a sudden change broke out, and a black figure appeared out of thin air one meter in front of me, waving a pitch-black dagger in my hand, and hit me like lightning.

Almost the moment he appeared, I recognized him. He was the man in black behind Leng Jun and others. Unfortunately, the battle just now was too intense, and I actually forgot about his existence. Now it seems that he is going to be finished.

The man in black stabbed my chest like lightning. God of Food and others were shocked by the sudden attack. For a moment, they forgot to support me. They stood there stupidly, staring at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

The man in black was really sophisticated. He endured it until this time before attacking me. There were many opportunities in the battle just now, but that was not the best time. Only the moment just now was the best opportunity, but he accurately caught it. He...he was so terrible.

Seeing that there was only a trace of blood, an idea hit me violently in my mind. I was defeated... I was about to lose, in the hands of this person who didn't even know what he looked like.

A spirit of unyielding innocence stimulated me crazy, I cannot lose... There are so many people looking forward to my victory, and so many people regard me as their spiritual pillar, so I cannot lose... I cannot lose...

Although I don’t want to lose, I also know that as long as the opponent’s hand moves slightly, my trace of blood will be killed immediately, and then I will die and cannot die anymore, so I only have a chance to hit, and it must be completed within one hundredth of a second.

I suddenly stretched out my right hand and grabbed the other party's hand holding the dagger, preventing him from moving at all. My left fist unfolded the boxing I was best at.

Straight punch... Flat hook punch... Upper punch... Swing punch... All kinds of boxing techniques that were once familiar like breathing whizzed out from my hands. In comparison, boxing is the fastest attack in the world because I don't need to carry any equipment in my hands, which means that the weight load on my hands is 0.

In just less than two seconds, I hit hundreds of punches in the face of the man in black. The practice on the earth and the training in this world made me more than I usually perform. My left hand, known as the "left hand of the god of death", attacked hundreds of times in a row, and the other party's head exploded. The bright red flesh and blood sprayed all over the ground, leaving only a broken body in my hand.

Looking at the tragic situation in front of me, I subconsciously let go of my hand. The headless corpse of the man in black turned into a white light and disappeared, but I still didn't come back to my senses from the shock just now. This was the first time I did such a cruel thing. Although I didn't mean it, it was caused by me after all.

I clenched my left hand in pain, and recalled the person buried in my left hand in my mind. I... I actually violated my oath and actually used my left hand of death again.

The God of Food and others don’t know why I was in such pain. They thought I was suffering because the dagger penetrated my body. They didn’t understand. Will this pain make the great leader so uncomfortable? They are dead four times a day now.

Gradually, I calmed down, and things happened when they happened. I would not think too much. This is my habit. No matter what, since it has happened, it is no longer remedied, and thinking too much is useless.

I raised my head and pulled out the dagger in front of the God of Food and others expressionlessly, as if the dagger was inserted into someone else's body and had nothing to do with me.

This time, the God of Cookery and the more than 400 brothers around them suddenly changed color. They all knew very clearly that taste, the feeling of pulling out the dagger from their bodies. No one could be expressionless because it was too painful.

I remembered the feeling of the dagger rubbing against my intestines, liver, spleen, and even stomach. The people present had a cold war and immediately overturned the painful explanation I just said that I would not be suffering because I was stabbed by a dagger, because pulling out a dagger is hundreds of times more painful than being stabbed.

I looked at the dagger in my hand and it was really a good thing. It attacked 18-65, with a tearing wound skill and a crazy attribute. When stabbing the enemy, it will make the enemy feel boundless fear. At the same time, the pain will increase four times, and last for four hours.

For me, although this weapon is good, I have made up my mind that in this world, I will only use my Atlantis dagger, so this dagger should be given to the God of Food.

I threw the dagger to the God of Food, and I used four big stones of life in a weak way, and then said with difficulty: "Carry me to the hotel you have made an appointment, and we still have to talk about things."

The God of Food looked at the dagger in his hand, his whole body was trembling, and tears couldn't stop flowing down, and he said with a sob: "Gangmaster, your body is important, you should rest more now."

I shook my head and said weakly: "It's okay, I can still bear it. I'm not a little grass that has not passed through the wind and frost. Don't worry, I have a clear idea."

The brothers around the God of Food also looked at him in confusion, wondering why he was so fussy. In this world, no matter how much damage he suffered, as long as he was treated with the Stone of Life, he would be alive immediately. Could it be that God of Food took the opportunity to flatter him?... God of Food is not such a person.

When everyone looked at themselves, the God of Food knew what they were thinking. He looked at them in anger and threw the dagger to others. He said angrily: "Who do you think of me? You pass on this dagger yourself. I tell you that this dagger will be our pain and patience training tool in the future. We have to come around every day. If anyone can't stand it, get out immediately."

The people around him did not speak, took the dagger in turn and looked at it. Everyone who saw the dagger attributes suddenly changed their expression. They finally knew why the God of Food wanted the boss to rest. Some people tentatively cut it in their hands, but they shouted in pain on the spot. They couldn't help but admire the boss sitting on the ground.

The God of Food stood respectfully in front of me, bent down and picked me up, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and shouted sadly: "Remember to me, starting today, every year today will become our group shame day. You must never forget that under the protection of more than 400 self-recognized masters and self-recognized men, our gang leader was attacked by someone. If it weren't for the gang leader's magical skills, he would have died long ago. I would never allow such a thing to happen again. If such a thing happens to me next time, I will withdraw from the team immediately and I will not speak about martial arts for the rest of my life."

No one answered him, but everyone shed tears of humiliation. Under the protection of so many people, his boss was assassinated, and he was his own kind. He couldn't swallow his breath. It was too embarrassing. If it spread, they could have disbanded. Such a cowardly and useless thieves were really ashamed to exist in this world.

I raised my hand to stop the God of Food's remarks and said weakly: "This... I can't blame everyone. I was too smart, too cunning, too endured, too unafraid of life and death. He knew that even if I killed me, he would be killed, but he still assassinated me without hesitation. What an admirable professional ethics is this."

My eyes darkened and I said in admiration: "It's not just that. He was hiding in the dark, and he heard our conversation, knew who I was, and even knew our gang and our position. At this moment, even if I really died in his hands, it would be unfair."

The God of Food was so excited that he turned around tremblingly, and said tremblingly: "No matter how he is, if he is cunning, we will train more cunning than him. If he is smart, we will learn more cleverer than him. No matter what, we either don't do it, and do the best. I believe that through today's things, we have also realized the difference between ourselves and the top players, and we also understand why I want everyone to die four times a day. If he does not have the courage to be afraid of life and death, he will not be able to take action today, and we will not be able to let us taste shame. He died, but he won respect."

After a pause, the God of Food continued, "Yes, I respect him, and I can even feel that the boss respects him, so... we must do that at this moment, do whatever we can for the goal, and remember it for the future. I will not care whether I am cunning or not, despicable or not. For the sake of the task, even my mother, I will use what I should use. Our goal is to be someone that the boss admires. We must surpass that assassin and become the greatest thief in the world. Do you have confidence?"

have!

Everyone clenched their fists. The reason they chose the profession of thieves was that they wanted to realize their value with the help of this profession. Now they finally saw the performance of a top thief. They finally knew the difference between them and him, so they must catch up with him. At all costs, they want to be the greatest thieves team in the world.

Looking at the passionate brothers, I stood up excitedly, waved my fists and said, "Okay...well said, very well. In order to achieve your goals, I announce that from now on, you should concentrate on your own business and not worry about other trivial matters, money, life, and everything else. You just need to devote yourself to your cultivation."

More than 800 eyes were focused on me at the same time. They knew what this meant and how huge the funds it was. They could not imagine where I would get so much money to provide them.

If they can do nothing to make money, they don’t have to help the gang build a base. If they can cultivate themselves wholeheartedly, then it won’t take long to become the greatest thieves. There is no place to go in the world.

I waved my hand and said heroically: "This is not a place to talk. Go to the hotel immediately. Let's talk about this in detail. As long as you have perseverance, patience, and suffer hardships, I will definitely train you to become the greatest thieves."

With my orders, the team began to move and walked towards the hotel not far away, where the temporary destination of the thieves' corps was.

While walking, I recalled the training skills on the earth and the various advanced training methods in the army. If they were adapted and used in the training of the thieves, then what other enemies in the world would be their opponents? Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

(Haha, today is Christmas. I buried my head in writing all night and updated three chapters. It is a Christmas gift for you. I don’t know how it looks. Do you feel happy?)
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