Chapter 100 - Two Bottles of Potion (1/2)

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Lin Li’s regret was reasonable. The strength of a level-three or four warrior was awfully low. The voice of the low-level adventurer had just fallen when he was kicked in his stomach; the machete in his hand was sent flying at the same time. Two wolf-like robbers pounced on him and delivered rounds of fat punches to him, knocking several of his teeth out on the spot.

“Now, who else has objections?” The burly man with a scar picked up the machete from the ground and looked around with a grin on his face.

There was dead silence in the corridor.

“Very well, it seems that everyone has no objections…” The man chortled haughtily. “Brothers, collect the valuables!”

More than a dozen vicious robbers spread out and began to collect the goods piled up in front of the doors.

Under the threat of death, the businessmen chose to give in. They knelt in front of the doors with their hands on their heads. In front of them lay all their income from this business trip—the s.h.i.+ny gold coins and jewelry were all over the place at the doors. In contrast, most of the adventurers were hardened. After all, they were people who had seen bloodshed before. Although most of them had already handed over their belongings, at least three or four of them had not knelt on the ground with their hands clasped around their heads.

“It seems that there are people who don’t want to cooperate.” There was some dissatisfaction in the tone of the burly man with a scar. With one hand holding the machete upside down, he walked towards the adventurers.

“You can’t do that. I’m a Felan aristocrat. You can’t do that to me!”

At this time, however, there were some disputes among the businessmen.

A middle-aged man with a paunchy belly was tearing at a few robbers. Lin Li listened and realized that the dispute stemmed from a gold tooth. After the robbers had finished collecting the belongings, they had taken a fancy to a gold tooth in the middle-aged man’s mouth and wanted him to pull it out by any means. The middle-aged man refused to do it; he was fighting hard while crying out that he was a Felan aristocrat.

Not to mention the burly man, even Lin Li did not believe it.

If he was really a Felan aristocrat, how could he lodge at a room in Blackhills Town?

This was simply a farce.

However, the arm was no match for the thigh. Under the joint efforts of the four robbers, the golden tooth was finally pulled out. The middle-aged man screamed in pain; blood and saliva flowed down from the corners of his mouth, making it seem unusually b.l.o.o.d.y.

“You don’t even have anything valuable?” The coquettish maidservant was trembling with fear having witnessed the b.l.o.o.d.y scene. She quickly pulled out a few gold coins from her bra.s.siere and placed them properly at the door. However, when she looked up, she found that the two men beside her did not even budge.

Lin Li scratched his head, unsure how to answer the question.

Fortunately, at this time, a member of the Bloodwolves Thieves came to help him get out of this predicament.

“Kneel on the ground and put your hands on your head, didn’t you f*cking hear it?” The man came over and saw that there were only a few gold coins at the door; he was about to fly into a rage when he saw that the two men out of the three people did not kneel down, so he gave them a slap in the face on the spot.

“Ah!” Then, there was a scream. Almost half of the Sylvan Inn heard it. The unfortunate fellow was covering his wrist desperately while rolling on the ground in pain. “My hand… My hand…”

“Ah!” The scream was followed by another scream, but it was let out by the coquettish maidservant this time. She had turned pale after seeing the b.l.o.o.d.y palm on the ground.

After severing the palm of the fool who had wanted to slap him with a wind blade, Lin Li announced with a smile on his face, “Well, now I declare that the robbery is over. Leave what you just robbed and you can go.”

“You are… a mage?” the burly scarred face asked with some doubt.

Lin Li was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had forgotten to put on his Robe of Wrath when he got up to open the door for the coquettish maidservant… It was no wonder that the burly man wasn’t able to see his profession with his level-eight strength.

“Mr Mage, one of my men has offended you, and you’ve already discarded one of his hands. Everyone’s even now. As for other things, you seem to be bent on having too much control over them, don’t you?” The burly man’s triangular eyes revealed a dim ray of menace.

“I repeat, leave the stuff behind and you can go.” As a Magic Shooter at the peak of level-twelve, characters below the level-ten were just like ants in Lin Li’s eyes. If he had not had other considerations in mind, he would have wiped them out completely at the time they’d told him to kneel down…

“Go!” The chief feature of the ant was that it had no self-awareness. In front of a mage with unknown strength, the burly man with a scar did not choose to retreat, but to fight to death instead. This was probably what “men die for money, while birds die for food” meant. The valuables on the ground made people covetous.