Whoosh!

The horsewhip wrapped around Wu Shitong's arm, and then with the white-skinned man's strong tug, Wu Shitong was thrown out and rolled all the way.

Snapped!

The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the zombies who stood motionless immediately roared and pounced on Wu Shitong.

"Do not kill me!"

"don't want!"

"help me!"

"Nephew Lin!"

Wu Shitong let out a shrill scream as he was bitten by the zombies.

"Is it fun to torture people?"

Lin Baici did not save Wu Shitong, because even if he rescued him now, he would still die if he fought with the white-skinned man later and no one would help him.

"There's no point in torturing people!"

The white-skinned man shook his head: "But torturing the yellow-skinned monkey is very interesting!"

"You don't think you're going to win, do you?"

Li Yintong sneered.

"Haha, please allow me to introduce myself!"

The white-skinned man smiled and looked at Tai Mei as if he were looking at a frog in a well.

"What is your relationship to slave owner Dustin Hoffman?"

Old man Luo suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

The white-skinned man was slightly shocked: "You actually know my father?"

"hiss!"

Newcomers like Lin Baici didn't know much about the slave owner, but old man Luo, Zhong Shuman, and even Li Yintong were stunned after hearing the white-skinned man admit that he was the son of the slave owner.

He took a breath and showed fear on his face.

What the heck!

How did you meet such a giant?

"I'm Dustin Pete, a cowboy who likes to herd cattle!"

The white-skinned man grinned, showing his big white teeth: "But I am not herding cattle and sheep, but people!"

I have to say, this sentence is still very oppressive when paired with Wu Shitong who was being bitten and screamed by a zombie next to him.

[If you dare to be so arrogant in front of the king at the top of the food chain, you must be killed and fed to the dogs!]

"Is this guy's dad very powerful?"

Lin Baici asked.

"It's more than awesome!"

Old Man Luo spoke with a vibrato: "There are some giants over there in North America who are said to be strong enough to kill gods!"

"For example, Shakira, the great shaman of the Yellowstone Group, Musk, the boss of Silicon Valley, and Newton, the god of gravity, have all created their own teams of god hunters and are famous in the circle."

"These people are very famous, very powerful, and their behavior is also from the neutral and lawful camp. As long as there is no conflict of interest, if you don't mess with me, I will almost never mess with you!"

"But there is one giant who is an exception!"

Old Man Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Is this guy's father?"

Huang Cheng was curious.

"Yes, you will know it by his nickname, slave owner!"

Zhong Shuman was frightened when he mentioned this man: "Everything he likes, he will get it. He believes in the law of the jungle and the strong, without any sense of morality or guilt!"

"Some people are dissatisfied with him, but those who are dissatisfied with him have become his slaves and were enslaved and tortured to death by him!"

To put it simply, he is strong and bad!

You don't like him, but you can't do anything about him!

"On the same level as Shakira?"

Lin Baici knew the level of the great shaman and wanted to make an analogy.

"She should be better than Shakira, right?"

Zhong Shuman didn't know. After all, they had no chance or qualification to contact such a big boss.

If other people heard someone saying that their father was a bad guy, they would be furious, but Dustin Pitt didn't, instead he smiled proudly.

"How about it? Now that you know my father's reputation, do you want to be my slave?"

Pete asked.

"Your dad is your dad, and you are you!"

Lin Baici looked at the fair-skinned man: "Besides, you actually want my lamb shotgun, right?"

Lin Baici noticed that the other party had been stealing glances at his shotgun since he appeared.

In fact, it's not surprising, because firearms are so rare in the world of divine hunters.

"Yes, you must be worried that you can't beat Brother Lin, so you came up with this method!"

Li Yintong nodded.

If Lin Baici was afraid of the majesty of the slave owner and agreed to this Pete, he would probably be killed as soon as he turned around.

"God Lin, be careful. From now on, don't give random answers. This Pete must have some kind of control-like grace."

Zhong Shuman reminded.

There are some divine favors that are activated in strange ways that make it difficult for people to guard against them.

Since Hoffman was able to establish himself as a slave owner, he obviously had a lot of skills.

"So it's called the Lamb's Shotgun?"

Pete smacked his lips: "Lamb to the slaughter?"

"This name is not very auspicious!"

For these Westerners, things like sheep sometimes have a bad connotation.

Such as the devil.

On Wu Shitong's side, the screams gradually subsided, but no one cared. Now, Old Man Luo and the others were facing a formidable enemy, trying hard to think of how to avoid conflicts.

"It's not all because of your shotgun!"

Pete explained: "I like to collect a few local slaves wherever I go!"

"You are so handsome and so strong. It would be very honorable to take you with me as a slave!"

Just like in the past, whose slaves were good, the slave owner of that family would have face: "Of course, if you perform well, you can be promoted to a deacon!"

"Following me will have a better future than living in a shabby place like Kyushu!"

"By the way, you are still very young, I can exploit you for many years, haha!"

Peter had no intention of coming out at first. This rule pollution was created by him using his father's sacred object. It was very terrifying and could kill anyone.

But while drinking and watching these people flee on the TV, he heard gunshots and then saw Lin Baici's shotgun.

This made his possessiveness full at once.

Pete also has a revolver on his belt, but that thing cannot fire, it has other divine effects.

In addition, Lin Baici's performance was outstanding, so Peter wanted to conquer him.

"As a cowboy, you must have a shotgun. Don't you think it is tailor-made for me?"

Peter laughed: "Thank God for your guidance, allowing me to come to this place in Jiuzhou and meet you!"

"Amen!"

"Dead on the street!"

Li Yintong was angry: "Brother Lin, fuck him!"

"Damn it, can you please stop causing trouble? Can you beat the slave owner's son?"

Old Man Luo broke up the fight.

"I can't beat him, but Brother Lin can!"
To be continued...