Chu Mo and Xue had just finished talking when a group of guys dressed in mercenaries walked towards Chu Mo and others.
"It's these people." Xue whispered to Chu Mo.
Chu Mo's face had no expression, but his right hand swayed gently at this moment.
At the same time, Zeng Xiaoren, Nabanik, Nabalu, Kadi, Bean, Hans, and the orc warrior Akuntaziqi came behind Chumo.
The mercenaries on the opposite side did not expect Chu Mo and his group to be so quick, and they were stunned.
"Boss, who are these people?" Zeng Xiaoren asked in a low voice.
"Watch the changes." Chu Mo passed the words to several people by sending the message to the secret.
The orc had never seen such a magical spell. When he looked at the group of people opposite him, he seemed to have heard it. He looked at Chu Mo with surprise, his hands were slowly trembling...
"Are you the mercenary group that just started the competition?" The mercenary opposite was obviously a little impatient. A middle-aged mercenary looked at Chu Mo and others, walked up to say.
"Hehe, yes!" Chu Mo raised his lips gently, and a playful smile appeared, and replied softly.
"Magic? Are you their regiment commander?" The middle-aged mercenary looked at Chu Mo and others in a strange way, and asked strangely.
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"Yes!" Chu Mo still smiled softly and replied immediately.
"The small mercenary group is a small mercenary group. They actually use magicians as the leader, haha!" the middle-aged mercenary smiled sarcastically and muttered in a low voice.
"If you have anything, just let it go. It's boring to stand here!" Zeng Xiaoren glanced at the middle-aged mercenary lazily and said lazyly.
"Little kid, what did you say?" The middle-aged mercenary turned his head and looked at Zeng Xiaoren, his small eyes exuded a burst of murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and thought.
"If you have farts, just say something, what are you going to be slow?" Hans was obviously a little impatient and shouted immediately.
Seeing this small mercenary group so much that they didn't take a few people seriously, the group of mercenaries on the opposite side were obviously angry, tugging at his weapons and glaring at Hans and Zeng Xiaoren.
When the conflict was about to break out, the middle-aged mercenary suddenly laughed and said to Hans and others: "Everyone, our boss is invited. I hope that some friends will go to our 'Pigeon'."
"Pigeon Park?" Chu Mo looked at the mercenaries across from him and said strangely.
"Please, please!" When the middle-aged mercenary heard Chu Mo chanting the three words "Pijing Paradise" lightly, he thought to himself that these little mercenaries did not expect that they were coming to look for them. He smiled proudly and said hurriedly.
"What is the paradise? I haven't heard of it." Chu Mo said lightly and asked casually.
"Boy, do you want to die?" When the mercenary opposite heard that Chu Mo was so arrogant, a storm shouted with a giant sword.
"Boss, that paradise is not something, but it is indeed not something. They specialize in selling slaves to various countries and are quite powerful!" Zeng Xiaoren said with a lazy smile.
"Don't you dare to go?" The middle-aged mercenary waved his hand back, turned to smile sarcastically at Chu Mo and others, and asked.
"What's the benefit?" Nabanik rolled his eyes and walked to the middle-aged mercenary and asked directly.
"Haha, since our boss invites you, there will naturally be benefits." The middle-aged mercenary seemed to admire Nabanik and smiled.
The orc warrior Akunta, who had been standing next to him, looked at the mercenaries opposite him with some angry eyes, as if he was very hostile to these people.
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"Orc boy, do you want to kill these bastards?" Hans leaned against the orc warrior and asked in a low voice.
Yaqunta looked at Hans with a disdainful look on his face, and his mind seemed to have not turned around yet.
"I hate slave traders the most. How about we burn that shit paradise with the boss later?" Hans said hurriedly.
Yaqunta looked at Chu Mo standing in front of him, then looked at Hans again, and nodded solemnly.
"Hehe!" Hans smiled in a low voice.
Chu Mo turned his head at this moment, glanced at Hans and Yaqunta from the corner of his eyes and thoughtful, and a curved curved slightly at the corner of his mouth, saying in a voice that only he and blood could hear: "Burn the paradise and kill the slave trader, this idea seems to be good!"
"I like killing someone!" Xue replied in a low voice.
"Let's go!" Chu Mo looked at Zeng Xiaoren, who was still discussing topics with the middle-aged mercenary, and said immediately.
"Let's go?" Zeng Xiaoren looked at Chu Mo strangely. He originally thought Chu Mo would not go, but wanted to send the group of mercenaries back, but now when he heard Chu Mo's answer, he looked at Chu Mo strangely.
"Please lead the way!" Chu Mo pulled his hat, covered his face completely in the darkness, and chanted softly.
When the mercenaries on the opposite side heard this, the leader of the group of small mercenaries decided to make a way out and looked at Chu Mo and others with a smile.
"Okay, okay! Since the boss said we'll go with us!" Zeng Xiaoren sighed helplessly, but he clearly kept glancing at Chu Mo in his eyes.
"Please, everyone!" The middle-aged mercenary reacted very quickly and said very gentlemanly.
A group of people walked towards the street in a mighty manner.
"These guys are really interesting!" said the bloody voice.
Cardi took a few more steps forward, walked to Chumo and whispered: "Captain, these mercenaries surrounded us."
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"Let it go and see what they are looking for us!" Chu Mo told everyone immediately by sending a message to the secret.
Several people nodded and kept walking towards them in a slow and slow pace. During this period, Zeng Xiaoren and Nabanik kept pestering the middle-aged mercenary and asked questions constantly, which made the middle-aged mercenary not have time to look back at Chu Mo or talk to Chu Mo.
"Here." After walking about ten minutes, outside a large string of huge tents located on the outskirts of the city, the middle-aged mercenary stopped, turned around and said to Chu Mo and others.
"The Paradise...the word is really bad." Zeng Xiaoren frowned, looked at the three big words "The Paradise" written on the sign next to him, pronounced it and shook his head.
"Haha! Dear mercenary warriors, welcome you to the paradise." Not far away, a cheerful voice sounded.
Chu Mo and others looked up and saw a round middle-aged businessman with a general's belly erected and rolling round, laughing and walking towards Chu Mo and others.
"This is the master of the Paradise, Mr. Bapier!" The middle-aged mercenary hurriedly introduced to everyone.
Chu Mo and others were all looking at the round businessman. Zeng Xiaoren whispered: "This is not walking, just use it, it's guaranteed to be much faster than this!"
"Please pay attention to your words!" The middle-aged mercenary seemed very dissatisfied, and Zeng Xiaoren muttered and said seriously.
"Kevin, my old friend, don't be so rude to our noble guests. I'm old and I didn't go to greet the guests in person, it's my fault." Mr. Bapier, who was round and rolling, said with a smile.
"Yes, my boss!" The middle-aged mercenary gave a mercenary gift to Mr. Bapier.
"Mr. Bapier is it? Sorry, we are a small mercenary group, and there is no politeness. Please don't care!" Chu Mo smiled softly and said immediately.
But everyone present could clearly hear that Chu Mo's tone was not apologetic.
Mr. Bapier is a famous slave merchant. He smiled kindly and walked to Chu Mo, and said with a lot of Chu Mo, "It turns out that he is a hero and a boy. Everyone is my Bapier's VIP, please come with me."
As he said that, he walked towards a huge tent with his thick legs.
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