Meteor Street is not a city. It is not an exaggeration to say that its exit is a gap. As long as you leave the building complex, even if you leave Meteor Street, you have to walk a kilometer to the landfill area.
Woking saw Machi and Law from afar, hundreds of meters away. He shouted directly: "Machi, you're late!"
"You're too loud!" Nobunaga leaned against the wall of a house and expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Oh." Woking crossed his arms and looked at Machi and Law who were coming here. He didn't pay much attention to them.
"Isn't your reaction too dull? You should have some awareness and say what you will pay attention to next time. "Nobunaga stared.
Woking curled his lips and said, "I'm like this. I can't change it. If you're dissatisfied, you can break my vocal cords."
"Huh?" Nobunaga's eyes suddenly became like a knife. His right hand climbed directly on the handle of the wooden sword leaning against the wall. He said seriously: "That's what you said, so don't blame me for being rude."
Woking didn't speak, but turned his head to Nobunaga and showed a big smile. His sharp teeth exuded a chill.
On the street, hundreds of meters away, Machi didn't realize that Woking and Nobunaga were going to make trouble again.
"Woking hates it when people are late. This is troublesome." Hearing Woking's loud voice, Machi's eyes immediately turned into dead fish eyes. She accidentally ignored this matter, otherwise, she wouldn't have wasted too much time on him.
"What will happen?" Law looked at the conspicuous afro at the exit and asked curiously.
"The punishment is to arm wrestle with him." Machi sighed softly.
"Hey?" Law was stunned and asked, "Have you been punished?"
Machi replied helplessly: "There was once, when my right arm hurt for a whole week."
"It can't be, right? To think that this bastard would actually do it." Law felt that Machi and Woking were far apart in age, appearance, and figure, especially Machi's petite body. He didn't know how Woking did it.
"No." Law suddenly thought of the key and asked, "You won't fight with that guy, will you?"
Although it's a punishment, things like arm wrestling are usually a contest between men. Because of face, the desire to win is very strong, so they will basically do their best.
However, if you just beat the petite Machi, there will be no sense of achievement, and Machi doesn't seem to fight with Woking.......... there............ there................
Rowe was probably pretending to forget the fact that he had lost to Machi in terms of strength some time ago.
Hearing Law's question after his guess, Machi nodded.
Law smiled bitterly and said, "You're really strong. What's the strength of a little girl shouting with a big fool?"
Machi glared at him and said, "I hate to admit defeat. Besides, if I don't do my best, Woking will be more dissatisfied."
Law was speechless. He stretched out his index finger and rubbed his forehead. He had a basic understanding of Machi. Her appearance was so petite and cute. In fact, her personality was very masculine.
The two men quickened their pace. After the distance was shortened, Law gradually saw the appearance of Woking and Nobunaga. It was a little different from the memory. After all, it was the image of more than ten years later.
Woking's skin color is dark, with a conspicuous black afro, tall, strong arms and legs, but far less strong than ten years later.
Nobunaga's head was tied in a straight braid. Her facial features were delicate and her skin was very white. She was the opposite of Woking. She looked like an oily face. God knows how the decadent uncle appearance came about more than ten years later.
This was the first impression that Woking and Nobunaga gave to Law. He could only sigh again that the power of the Pig Slaughtering Knife was terrible, and these two people were dangerous people. Speaking of which, the more dangerous guy was also in Meteor Street.
Law suddenly thought of Caesar, a person who could kill candidates in the Hunter's Experiment. Huh? It seems that these two people are going to fight.
Nobunaga held the wooden blade in his hand and stared at Wokin with a frown.
"Kaka."
Woking's finger bones were different from ordinary people. His hands clasped together and pressed, making a crisp bone sound.
The atmosphere in the field gradually became tense. It seemed that a fight could break out in the next second.
"Here it comes again, you two." Machi put one hand on her waist and looked helpless.
Law silently observed Woking and Nobunaga at a close distance. The members of the Phantom Squadron were all masters of telekinesis, but now Machi obviously has not come into contact with telekinesis, and Woking and Nobunaga were in a state of imminent battle, which gave him a very dangerous feeling.
However … it was precisely because of this that Law was convinced that Woking and Nobunaga had not come into contact with telekinesis.
If these two people were not in a state of readiness for battle, he would not be able to judge. The reason for his certainty was that Woking and Nobunaga were clearly in a state of readiness for battle, but they did not use 'Bind'.
"Nobunaga, if you fight, I will use the string to find a way to stop your wooden knife." Machi saw that the two people ignored her, and her face suddenly became cold.
"Why me?"
Nobunaga's momentum suddenly disappeared, and he looked at Machi with a dumbfounded face.
"Haha." Woking did not give face and laughed.
The slightly condensed air slowly dispersed, and the tense atmosphere also disappeared without a trace.
"They obviously haven't come into contact with telekinesis, but they can unconsciously trigger 'Aura'? Presumably these two people will soon be able to enter the threshold, right? "Law thought silently, he stood quietly on the side, like an outsider.
In a sense, this was the first time he and Woking and Nobunaga met. In fact, this was the second time they met.
When they first met, both Woking and Nobunaga were wearing gas masks, and at that time, they did not agree with Machi's decision, so they did not give him a good face. After returning to Meteor Street, they separated. After that, he did not see them come to Machi's house.
"Remove your wooden knife, the battle will end in the fastest way, so as not to waste time." Faced with Nobunaga's question, Machi gave a serious reply.
"…"
Nobunaga put away the wooden knife and patted his forehead with his hand, with a look of "I admire you".
Woking heard the words, laughed even more wildly, reached out and patted Nobunaga on the shoulder, laughed and said: "Fist is a man's best weapon, understand?"
"Get out!" Nobunaga slapped Woking's hand away.
Woking was not annoyed, suddenly looked at Machi, and said: "Machi, you are two minutes late. According to the rules, you have to arm wrestle with me. Whoever loses will give up 50% of today's harvest."
Machi smiled bitterly, two minutes … If he remembered correctly, he should be late by ten seconds.
"It's only two minutes. Is it necessary for a big man to be so calculative?" Hearing Woking's words, Law was not happy at all. Arm wrestle and give up 50% of the harvest? Anyway, it's Machi's loss, so it's better to let it go.
He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Machi.
"Oh, it's you." Woking seemed to notice Law and squinted at him, his reaction was very cold.
Nobunaga looked at Law and said: "Boy, one second is late. This is not a problem, but a rule, understand?"
Seeing the reaction of the two men, Law smiled, but he was not angry, and said calmly: "Well, then let me wrestle with you."
No matter how much he said, it was not as good as crushing Woking's arm.
Hearing Law's words, Nobunaga suddenly became interested, Woking was disdainful, he knew that Law's strength was not as good as Machi.
"Law, don't make trouble." Machi pulled Law back, and then she saw the slightly strange reaction of the three people and suddenly wondered.
Don't make trouble … This tone of words, it seems that it should not come out of Machi's mouth.
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