The guy who just opened the champagne at halftime was sighing with regret.

"Ahhhhh? Cheating!"

The person next to him pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head, "Can you do one too?"

"Fuck you! Am I scared?"

The two of them were not ambiguous at all and soon started fighting with each other.

Seeing that a new battlefield had been opened up, everyone became even more enthusiastic.

Some people were so excited that they snorted and made a "shashasha" sound.

"Anyone interested in the sacred connection ritual? Both men and women are welcome!"

…There are a lot of people signing up.

Cen Qiyun's gun followed the headless body, but how could he lock onto it without a head? He could only take a deep breath and aim hard.

The headless figure ran while reaching out to take out two bottles of potion, ready to continue the same procedure.

"Hurry up, old man! You'll die if you keep on talking!"

"Why are the sheriffs so slow? They're a bunch of useless bastards. They always come after the fight is over. Go eat shit!"

At this moment, Meng Yi rushed out like a wild bull, with green smoke coming out of his body. He strode towards the opponent, not giving him a chance to throw the potion in his hand, and chopped him down with great force.

Now you can talk!

"How dare you lie to me?!"

With a sound of "chi".

The headless body was split in half vertically, and he didn't even have time to throw away the potion in his hand.

There was shouting and cursing all around, and wine bottles were flying everywhere.

"I accept the loss, I accept the loss!"

"I'm impressed!"

You can't even collect the money from the loan, and you still expect people to accept the loss?

What a joke!

The battle group continued to expand, quickly growing from two to five, six, seven, eight, nine...

Everywhere!

Meng Yi was unable to kick it open and was forced to interrupt the sacred connection ceremony.

He looked around at the chaos and called out to the guy in his heart.

Meng Yi ignored the white smoke coming out of his body and the faint tingling sensation, and lowered his head to check the old man's body.

You can run even if your head is gone, but you can be fine even if your body is split in half.

The old man can't die again.

Of course, there is a reason why he is fine without a head. Inside his outer body, there is another smaller body that has shrunk by half.

The small body and the large shell are connected by various blood-red muscles, flesh and blood vessels.

Meng Yi frowned and turned to ask Cen Qiyun. The crowd was so noisy that they had to shout, "Do you know what this path is?"

"I don't know. The ways of divine grace are varied and intricate. No one can explain them all."

Meng Yi nodded. The body inside the old man looked much lighter, like a dwarf, without hands or feet.

Of course, splitting it in half vertically would definitely look bloody and mangled.

I almost forgot to touch the corpse again!

Meng Yi quickly squatted down and turned over the other person's body. There was nothing found except about 500 yuan in change and six potions.

Tsk… so poor!

"Don't do it, stop it!"

There were angry voices coming from outside, and it sounded like there were a lot of people.

"Run!" Cen Qiyun grabbed Meng Yi and said, "The sheriff is here!"

Before he had taken two steps, a loud bang was heard.

A deafening voice rang out, "Don't move!"

The crowd immediately quieted down, not for any other reason than the dozen or so sheriffs standing around with heavy weapons, their black gun barrels pointed at the crowd.

The sheriff doesn't play with guns like these people.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, take all these stubborn guys to the Penalty Department and let those perverts have some fun!"

"Who's the leader?"

The crowd silently moved aside, revealing Meng Yi and the other person inside.

I don't know when Zhu Hongyu slipped away...

Meng Yi raised his eyes and glanced over. A one-armed sheriff in black uniform with white hair was standing in front of him with a sullen face.

Meng Yi stood up and grinned, pointing at the two halves of the body. "I was acting in self-defense. He tried to sell me poison first."

"There is no such thing as self-defense in the market. Buying and selling things is entirely voluntary. Fighting is prohibited under any circumstances."

The one-armed sheriff sneered and said, "It's bad luck for you to drink yourself to death, but you can't fight here, let alone you kill someone!"

The white smoke that kept coming out of Meng Yi's body also stopped at this time. His clothes were now torn and the mottled wounds caused by corrosion began to slowly recover.

He reached out and scratched his slightly itchy cheek, then laughed in anger: "What kind of logic is this?"

Then he reacted.

Judging from the chaotic scene just now, it makes sense to ban any form of fighting.

Otherwise, how can this market continue to operate?

"I won't argue with you."

The one-armed sheriff's eyes turned dangerous. "Will you follow us and accept your punishment? Or will you resist arrest?"