On the crowded Laoxiongdong Street, Hu Dali and his group of burly men were particularly eye-catching.

There was not a single kind person in the Old Bear Cave on the entire Golden Tooth Island. All the hunting group members had blood on their hands and were full of evil spirits. To some people who had practiced special pupil techniques, the members of these hunting groups were all wrapped in a cloud of blood mist.

But compared with the dozen or so people in Hu Dali's group, these hunting group members were as harmless as domestic guard dogs.

The blood mist on the bodies of the dozen or so men behind Hu Dali had already solidified into substance, and the blood was too thick, turning into a sticky purple-black color. A few of the guys who had killed too many people had a faint black light on their heads, making their rough and brutal faces look as hideous as evil spirits.

This is a group of extremely evil thugs who have committed numerous crimes and are capable of all kinds of evil. They should be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell alive.

As if they could vaguely sense the invisible evil spirit from these guys, the members of the hunting group who were blowing their noses and glaring at each other on the street would often glare at Hu Dali and others angrily when they were pushed away by Hu Dali, and would soon subconsciously make way to the side.

"These little chickens are sensible." Hu Dali laughed strangely and patted the Qinglong Yanyue Sword on his shoulder proudly.

"Brother Dali is so awesome!" Several big men laughed, their bloodshot eyes rolling around, murderous intent lurking in their turbid gazes. Their gazes were like sticky fly tongues, slowly sliding across the precious goods displayed in the roadside shops, sweeping across the chests of the beautiful women they occasionally saw, or like a blade, gently sweeping across the necks of the hunting group members.

Judging the value of goods, judging the looks of beautiful women, and constantly thinking about how to deliver weapons into the vital points of people around them and kill them as quickly as possible, this has become the instinct of these men.

They are also desperate criminals hanging around in the Fallen Star Ocean, but unlike the hunting groups with fixed bases, they are roaming pirates, causing great harm, and are notorious and feared by everyone.

Sometimes they gather in groups, sometimes they scatter like fireflies, wandering around without a fixed place to stay, cruel and merciless, leaving no grass where they pass, and they kill for money without any moral principles. Like a group of hungry ghosts from hell, the pirates of the Fallen Star Ocean will frantically attack any target that appeals to them.

The members of the hunting group lived on the edge of a knife, and every time they went hunting, they would tie their heads to their belts.

And these pirates, when they became pirates, they had already regarded themselves as dead.

After today, there is no telling whether there will be tomorrow. You may be having fun tonight, but tomorrow you may be torn into pieces and left without a burial place. Therefore, every pirate is a maniac who enjoys life while he can, every pirate is a madman with a twisted mind, and every pirate has a strong desire for self-destruction and a perverted desire to drag everyone around him to death together.

Following Hu Dali were more than a dozen pirates, some of whom were old pirates.

Every man behind him is a bandit who has struggled in the pirate business for decades, and has repeatedly struggled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and has repeatedly crawled out of desperate situations of life and death.

Any veteran pirate who has survived in the pirate business for more than ten years will have a resounding title - "Sea Wolf".

The dozen men behind Hu Dali are the most brutal, treacherous, shameless and unscrupulous "old wolves" among the "sea wolves". These guys have no faith, no loyalty, no mercy, no enthusiasm. They are just a bunch of human garbage and a group of human demons. Wherever they appear, there will be no good.

But these guys followed Hu Dali in awe. Every time they swept their eyes over the vital points behind Hu Dali with murderous intent, there was always a flash of inexplicable fear in their eyes.

Hu Dali suddenly stopped in front of a roadside shop. He waved his arms vigorously and knocked down seven or eight men who were blocking the shop door. He stood in front of the grill in front of the shop with a big laugh, drooling at the golden and oily pig's trotters roasted on the red charcoal fire.

"Hey, roasted pig's trotters! I've been eating raw fish all day for the past six months, and my intestines are full of fishy smell." Hu Dali opened his hand, took out a handful of spirit crystals and slammed them heavily on the grill, shouting at the top of his voice: "Boss, roasted pig's trotters, give me 500 first... Hey, you guys want some too?"

The group of old bandits behind Hu Dali were staring at the pig's trotters on the grill.

Hu Dali yelled again, "Give me five hundred more brothers behind me."

The shop owner, a monkey spirit about five feet tall, came running over, his face full of smiles even before he completely shed his monkey hair. He nodded and bowed to Hu Dali, "Hey, sir, you're here? Please come in! We not only roast pig's trotters well, we also roast whole lamb, whole cow, whole camel... In a word, whatever you want, we can roast!"

"Hehe! Not only do we have all kinds of barbecue, but we also have top-quality wine! Sir, would you please sit inside and drink and eat slowly?" The monkey spirit smiled brightly. Hu Dali asked for a thousand pig's trotters right away, which was a big deal.

Are restaurant owners afraid of big eaters? As long as you pay, you can eat as much as you want. They are just afraid that you have a small appetite.

Hu Dali patted his belly and said in a low voice, "Anything can be roasted? Hey, a few roasted bears, what are you doing?"

The monkey spirit's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Hu Dali with a distorted face and said with a dry smile: "Master... please don't make fun of me. Hee, who dares to do that kind of business on Jinya Island?"

"So, don't brag!" Hu Dali slapped the monkey spirit and made it spin on the spot, then strode into the store: "What if you accidentally blow up your mother?"

The monkey's face twitched. He just couldn't figure it out. How could bragging make his mother explode? What kind of dirty talk was this?

A dozen old bandits followed Hu Dali into the store. They looked around vigilantly for a while, and after discovering that most of the diners in the store were a group of "weak" and "non-threatening" men, their expressions relaxed a little.

They sat down at a few square tables in groups of three or four. A few old bandits began to bang their heads on the tables and yell, "Bring up the good wine and good meat! Hey, the roasted pig's trotters that Dali ordered, hurry up, bring up a thousand roasted pig's trotters... You're so slow, are you looking for death?"

The waiters in the shop were busy like spinning tops, bringing up barbecue, fine wine, and various fruits and vegetables that could relieve greasiness.

Hu Dali lay on the table and ate like crazy. In less than a quarter of an hour, he had swallowed 500 pig's trotters with bones. He breathed a sigh of satisfaction, patted his belly, wiped the grease off his face, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, eat and drink. I haven't touched greasy food for a long time. My stomach hurts a little. Let's go to the backyard to relax first!"

Standing up, Hu Dali grabbed a waiter and forced him to lead the way to the outhouse in the backyard.