Chapter 1332: 1332 City of Pleasure, Part 167 - Retaliation

"Sir, it's hard to say..."

"What can I do for you, just say it!

"Hiya!

The man answered with even more humility as Anarches suddenly pronounced his anger.

"Our male prostitutes are stopped with 'it'. No more..."

"You say you can't? Although it would be the curator's job to try not to. What, you're my opponent?

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Seeing the flat-headed and trembling curator on the spot, Anaseth was driven by the urge to step through its head, but was just not so far wearing clothes.

"I'm kidding, I'm not interested in a fat man like you!

"Ha-ha, you're right"

"Yeah, I'll leave the money behind. You know what I mean, but I don't need another word. I don't care what happens to them in the future."

"Oh, that's already..."

Does the curator ever have dark behind him, too, lightly drank the unscrupulous demands of Anarches? Anaseth followed the whorehouse without concealing his frustration, and the yang was already nearly beyond Jomtien. I held the fighting man without a single sleep, but Anaseth's strength was burning furiously on the seed with anger rather than exhaustion. If you are thrown into the battle of the border like this, you will be able to fight without sleep for three days and three nights. That much momentum.

As Anarches walked in frustration, he noticed that his surroundings were dark. It should have been bright earlier, but I think I got lost in a painting with a roof. There are as many places in the back alley of Tarham that do not shoot in the sun during the day, but it was an alley that even Anaseth, who walked fairly far down the back alley of Tarham, knew nothing about. There aren't even any suspicious people or filthy rats in these places, they're just secluded. Suddenly a round of beautiful flowers blossomed in the place.

"Good mood, mighty warrior"

"You..."

In front of him stood the foundine, which emerged from the darkness. I can't help but look at the beauty who suddenly appeared in the dark as a round of glowing flowers. Even the light about the leaking day seemed more radiant to Fondaine than to see in a place without light at all. To such a woman, Anarches has never been early. Will I get into three fingers in my life? The only thing I couldn't be sure of was that I was going to scatter and destroy it.

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"How did you know you'd show up before me on purpose?

"No, it's a woman's preference to scorch the lord. But it was against my doctrine not to be satisfied, wasn't it?

"Well? Now you're telling me you're gonna hang out until I'm satisfied."

"Come on, I might be the one to be satisfied"

Fondaine took the whip out of her back with an elegant grin. Black whip, just like the last one, but different thickness. Slightly thinner than before and appeared glossy on the surface.

Anarches laughs when he sees the whip.

"Hmm, you think it's a thinner whip than before? So you're gonna take me down?

"Come on, what do you think?

As annoyed Anacess stepped forward with his unchanged, lazy words forward, the tip moved to disappear from the right elbow of the foundine, with a sharp pain running on Anacess' shoulder. When I saw it, my skin turned up like a sawdust where it coincided with the pain, and it dripped with a little blood.

It's just a small scratch. But Anaseth's eyes opened to surprise.

"You think you're gonna hurt my skin? What the hell is that whip?"

"Armored snake - a delicacy made from the skin of a warcraft said to be a particularly strong Vajra species among them. The countless irregularities on the surface peel the skin of the person they hit and scrape the meat. No matter how stubborn you are, there are limits to the hardness of the human body surface. This whip, which allows you to choose who you're dealing with with with with every piece of armor, does it make sense to you too?

"Huh, hiccup!

Anarses ran out in a straight line against the confident grin Fundaine. This alley is not that big. At best, the horizontal width is only about as wide as whether 10 people can pass at the same time, and the ceiling is a little over twice its own back length. It was clear that a whip would not sift fully in such a narrow place. Anaseth thought he would still be disadvantaged if he put out the battle axe on his back, and dared to go and finish the foundine with his bare hands.

But Fondaine stepped forward at the same time as Anarches. All this was unexpected by the anarchy, so I accidentally get a toothpick on my jumping arm. This behavior was unexpected, even though it was always possible to use the whip of means to let go of the intermission. But we'll soon find out why. Fundaine was focusing on confidence and was starting to move the whip like a solo. It is as if an oval black tornado were imminent with the remnants of the whip. There is no escape in this narrow alley. That's why I chose this place, and now Anaseth is impressed.

Anaseth inadvertently reached out to do something about the little tornado she could do in front of her, but in an instant she saw the skin and meat of her palms dictated and flew a few steps, this time waving the battle axe from the great upper section. I thought the rotation was weak on its axis, but shortly before the battle axe hit the foundine, now the tornado unraveled. The foundine has launched an attack that is out of sight. It's an instantaneous anarchy that cuts through to half, but half of it got defenseless at too much speed. Still to the extent that it doesn't interfere with the battle, Fondaine is ready to make a tornado again. And furthermore, on his left hand, another whip was gripped. The whip was again of a different kind and in a strange form. The whip part was oddly thin and the tip had something like a snake's head on it.

Continued

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