In that moment, Quaid felt all the blood from his body pouring onto his head.

The next moment, he was out of control and roared out of the wall, squeezing one of the thugs' neck tightly!

"Who! Who said that! Which bastard!"

"Which bastard!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

The other thug took a few steps back in panic.

Quaid pushed the person in his hand to the ground hard, and the tighter he squeezed, but the pierced right palm was a little overwhelmed.

After all, he was a famous thug leader in his brothers and was also a top player in the mortal level. Even though his decadence over the years has caused his physical strength to decline and his skills to decline, as long as he does not face the female thief from the Saritun family just now, he can still beat ordinary thugs. Especially now, Quaid feels that the anger on his body has become endless power.

"Boss Quaid - we didn't believe it just now - ah!" Quaid looked up like a wild beast!

The thug who was defending was frightened by a step back.

But he immediately saw that another companion was already pale, and he vented more and had less air.

The thug who couldn't help but retreated was holding Quaid's fierce light, his face full of fear: "Ah, yes, it's all the rumors spread by those beggars. Boss, it's really not our fault. You, just ask those beggars!"

"Crack!" This is the sound of a broken neck.

The thug who was strangled by Quaid was no longer angry.

Quaid slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes full of fierce light of choosing people. The great momentum of drinking tonight made him gradually lose even the last little reason.

The rest of the thugs were trembling all over. Seeing that the situation was not good, they shouted and rolled and crawled away.

Quaid wanted to chase, but he was drunk and couldn't run at all because of his unsteady steps.

He gasped for two times, looked at the corpse under his feet, feeling unsatisfied, kicked several times before shook his head and walked towards more than twenty abandoned houses.

Quaid didn't think about why the thugs who were patrolling tonight (which was very necessary to keep a close eye on the beggar) did not appear at all. He just had a sense of energy in his mind and just wanted to find those who laughed at him.

Then, they tortured to death one by one.

Quaid, who had just killed someone, felt like he had opened a long-lost shackle from his mind and returned to the days when he made a living from the knife.

These damn little thieves thought viciously, since you dare to spread rumors, you will pay the price.

Damn thief.

The escaped thug trembled out of the big stone door of the abandoned house and ran into Rick under the tree outside the door.

"Mr. Rick!" When the thug saw Rick, he seemed to have seen the savior. "Boss Quaid - Quaid is crazy! Didn't you say, didn't we say we must be able to escape? As a result, before we even finished speaking, Quaid--" The thug was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Pearson failed to escape? He, was he given to Quaid?" Rick seemed to be surprised.

After getting the thug's crying confirmation, Rick shook his head sadly: "It's my fault. I thought Quaid would hide in shame when he heard this news - there was no way. You go and close the big stone door, lock Quaid in the abandoned house area, and prepare the carriage, and we set off immediately."

"Okay - Mr. Rick, where are we going?" The thug in shock nodded when he heard that he was about to leave, without even thinking about what to do with the beggars who were also inside.

"Go to the headquarters and find Boss Morris."

Seeing the thug rushing to the big stone door, reaching out to close the double-open door, and inserting the stone lock, Rick's face suddenly became solemn.

Now Quaid will definitely search all the beggars, and there must be the person the "ghost" wants.

I started working and resting today earlier. It was not too late yet. Quaid had midnight to cook the beggars.

Whether it is torture or killing, it is the ghost and the assassin who have to care about. Since he is interested in beggars, what will he do when these beggars suffer a catastrophe?

First of all, I definitely have no time to come to find myself.

If he came to find a beggar, Quaid would be killed by him, so that the Black Street Brothers would take over here tomorrow and there would be no trouble for him.

If he was here to kill a beggar, he might look at Quaid (it is very likely, never underestimate the tragedy of the noble family) and continue to kill the beggar until the target is cleared, and then his troubles will be solved.

In short, that trouble, the problem of that big man, and the coldness on the back of my neck will be solved tonight.

Otherwise, one day, the ghost who cannot find his target will come to him head-on. Rick doesn't think that the lackeys of these big families will have a good temper, nor does he think that after meeting the other party, he can still see the sun the next day intact.

It was not that Rick had thought that he would have been sick for a month, or simply transfer him to another place and escape the terrible ghost the farther away, until it found what it wanted.

However, Rick, who was still going well the day before, suddenly became ill or stayed away. Wouldn’t he explain to the ghost that “I know your existence” and then bet on the ghost’s kindness that “does not involve innocent”?

There must be another safe, unquestionable scapegoat to expose the ghost's attempt and end this bad luck.

Boss Quaid - I'm going to trouble you again this time! Rick thought lightly.

Unfortunately, these beggars, that Tailes, and that Carac. Afterwards, I also have the chance to lose my life due to poor supervision, but this is compared with my life and future.

At this time, the thug who escaped by chance drove the carriage from a distance.

Rick nodded at him, gave an encouragement and comforting smile, and walked to the carriage.

Then, he took out the mini telescopic crossbow from his arms, shot the crossbow arrow soaked in the vine blue grass and accurately shot it into the surprised thug's mouth.

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When Rick made the decision that night that was never known to the world but still deeply affected the fate of the kingdom, because of early rest, the beggars in the Sixth Room were all sitting next to the fire that had finally emerged, under the leadership of Thales, counting today's harvest.

"The woman in black gave eight bronzes - I heard that her youngest son just passed away not long ago due to typhoid fever, no wonder she was so generous."

"Milala, with her ears drooping, gave us all the copper left over for buying groceries-oh, there were only two."

Xinti's face was smiling, and counted out one by one, piled it to the left. Tailes nodded, grabbed a sharp stone, and drew two "全" characters on the ground.

"The thin man in high ground boots refused to give the money, so Ryan and I taught him a lesson."

Kelite took out a card and looked at the words on it in distress: "But there is only this card in his arms, but I don't know what it is for."

"That is the entry and exit certificate of the National Research Association and the Canxing Library. It is the SSC area, five blocks away from us," said Tails after looking at the card. "That thin man must be a scholar from a foreign college - I don't know if he is a philosopher or a scientist, but seeing his down-and-out appearance, he might be a literary scholar."

"Wow! Tailes, you actually know the words above!" Coria and Need both looked at Tailes with admiration.

"How is that possible!" Tailes shrugged and looked at the vague hope in his eyes of the two children. "No one has ever taught us to recognize words and count - I only knew it when I saw the emblem of the book behind the card."

However, Tailes thought to himself that he was already learning words, such as the words on the signs of "Sunset Bar", "Grove Pharmacy Store", and "National Research Association". His past memories made him feel inexplicably respect and worship of knowledge, and thus he did not miss any opportunity to learn and accumulate.

Being able to sit at the desk freely to absorb the wisdom of his predecessors - Tailes raised his dusty hands, looked at the calluses that were ground out prematurely due to daily hard work, touched his stomach that was not full at all, and sighed - it was really a kind of happiness.

Tailes no longer remembers the scene of his time travel. To be precise, the memories before time travel were found only bit by bit as the child Tailes gradually grew and the brain gradually formed.

His memories from two to three years old were messy and sparse, just like a real two-year-old child, only remembering a thick blood red (he didn't know why the color could be described as "sticky"), a black stone house filled with baby crying, a skinny woman - until later he realized that it was Beth, a "black-hearted widow", a female leader responsible for raising new children in the fraternity.

Tailes was sent to a abandoned house when he was three years old. It was also from then on that time that his memories of his previous life gradually became clearer. The scene that flashed the most in his mind was that he sat at a desk, his eyes wandering back and forth between books and computers, or was sitting in the classroom, discussing something with a dozen young people in different dresses (or a middle-aged or elderly professor).

But that is already illusory.

For four years, in the xc area beggars were filled with beggars, bullying, darkness, sin and death, Tails struggled to maintain the survival of the sixth house beggars.

Compared to the graduate student who had a better brain than the body in his previous life, his four-year beggar career brought many new skills to Tailes, such as acting skills that gain sympathy, pickpocketing without realizing it, clever and unresponsive eavesdropping on competitors through street cooperation, etc.

During this period, Tailes also made many preparations for more than one beggar category, such as establishing good relations with people from different classes (in different classes in the XC area", probably "different classes of inferior people"), secretly inquire about the secrets of the Brotherhood, arrange several secret places, and privately keeping some inventory (Qued is not wrong in this regard), etc.

That's right, Tailes is not ready to accept the fate given to him by this world. He will not be a beggar who is obedient, nor will he become a thug or thief of the Brotherhood, nor will he be interested in the "gangster storm" in Yongxing City.

He is going to run away.

Then, live your own life and be a free person.

At least more free than now.

Just step by step, as you plan yourself, Tailes looked at the corner of the house, where there was an inconspicuous stone slab.

I can-

"No! Kara!"

At this moment, the seventeenth room next door suddenly came with a scream of fear and panic.

Soon, Tailes will learn the most important lesson after his time traveling, that is: accidents always come suddenly.
Chapter completed!