Chapter 536 (1/1)
The drizzle stopped just before dawn. However, the sunrise did not make a timely visit to Hakka town. The thick clouds covered the morning light, making it impossible to accurately judge when the dawn happened. When old Pippo wakes up from his room behind the pub, he has only a vague memory of what happened last night. He can clearly recall the group of people in black and who helped him solve the crisis. But what happened after the man in black left, and how he lay down to rest, these are not known. When he dragged his doubts into the pub, he saw the gold coins on the bar. Pippo grabs it in his hand, blows hard and listens to the sound of the coin.
The tavern owner laughed. With this gold coin, he could hire a better maid than before. No, he could even hire two! The rest of the money can also decorate the store, ah, suddenly life has become so beautiful. The only thing that made Pippo puzzled was that he had never seen the pattern on the coin. It was not a gold coin made by Cangshi king in China. But it's not a big problem. As long as it's gold, who cares what it looks like?
Old Pippo's smile continued until the door of the tavern was violently kicked open. Although he took off his heavy black poncho, the owner of the tavern, who was good at understanding people, still recognized that the visitors were the group from last night. These people look grim, as mercenaries often do. They don't like to show kindness to others, which makes them look unreliable. The leading mercenary had a large gold ring and a small gold ring on his lower lip, which made him look savage, but no one dared to express such a view in person. Especially without the shelter of the poncho, the one handed Tomahawk on his waist could be clearly seen.
”What about the two last night?” The head of the mercenary went straight to Pippo and questioned him. At the same time, he hit the wooden table with his fist to strengthen his tone.
”I, I don't know! Who are you talking about? ” Poor Pippo retreated behind him until his back hit the wall, and then replied in a trembling voice. Now that he was no longer grateful for the gold coin, the tavern owner began to hope that he had not experienced it. He shook his head and lied unconsciously.
”Hum!” The head of the mercenary shrugged his nose, and the gold ring on his lips shook twice. Then the mercenary leaned over and grabbed Pippo's collar, forcing him back to the counter. ”Don't tell me you haven't seen them,” he said in an unusually gentle tone, ”that old man and that woman, my dear friend
”I I do... ” Pippo wanted to make sure that he had not received the two men in the mouth of the mercenary, but when the light from the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the hand being put on the handle of the axe, he immediately changed his mouth, ”I don't know where they are! I don't know anything! ”
”Poof!” Fist, hard hit the tavern owner's face, leather gloves on the hand easily interrupted blocking his nose bone, blood quickly from the nasal cavity. ”You are not honest.” The head of the mercenary with blood on his hand sneered and said, ”maybe I can cut off some of your fingers to remind you of yesterday.”
”Boyao! It's not the next time we've got a nest quake Old Pippo called out with a thick nasal voice, hoping that the other side would believe his words. And he this pair of tearful virtue also really received the effect, the head of the mercenary pushed him back, let him hit the wall. But just when Pippo thought he believed his words and intended to let him go, the cold words made him despair.
”Cut off the pig's right hand! You guys, search this place for me, don't let go of any clues! You, go and watch the gate and let the onlookers get out of here When the leader of the mercenary gave the order, he pulled out a chair and sat in front of the bar, sneering at Pippo. Two ferocious grinning mercenaries passed behind him, one of whom had a dagger in his hand, apparently intending to carry out the leader's orders.
At this juncture, untimely white smoke suddenly poured in from the door of the tavern and spread rapidly throughout the room. The mercenaries instinctively draw out their weapons and lean together to guard against possible enemies. This made them fail to notice that someone had already entered in the flow of white smoke. ”Who? Who dares to challenge the poisonous blade mercenary corps! ” The head of the mercenary yelled to all directions. His one handed Tomahawk flew up and down like a butterfly, showing his skillful skill. In the other hand, he held an inverted serrated dagger, which was quite in line with the name of poison blade.
No one answered, but the mercenary with the gold ring on his lips saw a black figure in the white smoke, dragging another man beside him. This led the mercenary leader to confirm that the other party was not his companion. He licked the decoration on his lips, and the boots made of lambskin walked on the wooden floor without any sound. The mercenary approached the one standing between the two from behind. When he felt that he was close enough to the other, he handed out the dagger of his left hand without any sense of honor. The poison on it would make the stabbed people enjoy the feeling of hell before they died.
”Ding!” But the sound of the sound of gold and iron destroyed the evil mercenary's abacus. At a very fast speed, the figure pulled away the dagger stabbed at him from behind with a short stick, and pushed the other man away in the opposite direction. ”Here he is!” The mercenary yelled to attract reinforcements from his companions. He waved his Tomahawk from the lower right, believing that the other side would not be able to defend against attacks from the other direction.But he was wrong. The one handed axe waved empty, and the figure took a step forward, perfectly avoiding the attack of mercenaries. It also gives the figure time to turn around and face his opponent. The mercenary did not hesitate. As a man with a lot of combat experience, he would not wait for the support of his companions. Daggers and tomahawks weave an impenetrable web of death, which envelops the human figure. Not many people can survive under this net.
But the head of the mercenary obviously underestimated his opponent. The figure, holding a short stick in both hands, jumped into the net of knives fearlessly. His dexterity reminds people of apes. The baton skillfully hits the side of the Tomahawk, making it deviate from its proper track. At the same time, the figure swings its weapon and uses the other end to repel the attack of the serrated dagger. After this encounter, the distance between the two was very close. The mercenary decided to exchange the wound with the opponent in the next round. The axe and dagger must cause more serious damage than the short stick.
The figure is also aware of this, so his action is more straightforward, the people in the white smoke throw away the short stick and exchange their empty hands for a faster speed. This is quite clever, but looking at the arm that is leaning towards him, the mercenary's mouth still sneers. Facing his opponent in leather armor, his unarmed damage is very weak. ”Fool!” When the figure's fist hit his chest, but there was no pain, the mercenary exclaimed excitedly. The next time you do it again, the man is bound to get hurt.
”Bang!” ”Ding!” ”Bang!” When the mercenaries who heard the leader's call came, only three voices were heard, and the last two were obviously from the fall of weapons to the ground. The first sound is like a heavy physical collision. They saw two human figures entwined in the white smoke. One quickly backed away and rushed to the tavern gate when he sensed someone approaching, while the other stood stupidly in place.
The white smoke dissipated, and the identity of the person who remained in the spot was revealed. The mercenary leader wearing a gold ring on his lips was foaming at the corner of his mouth. His body maintained the posture when he was hit. He looked at the helpless men beside him, as if he wanted to say something, but then his eyes rolled over and fainted. There were no obvious scars on his body, only one mark of a blow on his jaw. In other words, no matter who the man in the white smoke is, he easily knocks down the bloody warrior with only one attack.