It was already late in the morning and late at night, but no one in Hopeland City could sleep. The shouts, footsteps, and clashing of armors coming from all directions were so obvious and clear.
Several bell towers in the city rang one after another, warning red fireworks bloomed in the sky, and teams holding torches high walked through the streets. Then there were sounds of fighting, insults, and dull snapping sounds.
Ordinary people who are poor and weak can only lock their doors, block their windows and doors, and hide in their homes to pray, hoping not to be affected.
In the first half of the night, some local gangsters saw the chaos and took the opportunity to cause trouble. They broke into houses and robbed, smashed several shops and took away many valuable things.
But as the personnel from the five major chambers of commerce began to set up checkpoints in the city, as soon as these gangsters were seen robbing or raping, they would go up to them and kill them with swords and guns. In troubled times, heavy codes are used, and there are no extra manpower to imprison these gangsters now.
A group of pests also happens to kill chickens to scare monkeys and deter Xiao Xiaoxiao.
Near the Nissos family brewery, Manda was sitting in a yard with a few brothers. A large table was set up in the yard, with several roast chickens and wine bottles on it. Several people were eating meat and drinking wine.
"Boss, there is so much commotion outside, could something big happen?" One of the tall and thin boys asked while nibbling on the chicken.
"What do you know? The bigger things are, the better." Manda picked up a chicken leg and threw it into her mouth, her mouth full of oil.
"If we usually kill a little brat and this person is still somewhat famous, it will be troublesome after all for the industry guild to track him down."
"But now, who cares about how many people will die tonight? Why don't we just get a lot of money from the Nissos family?"
After saying that, he tossed a few gold coins in his hand with a bit of pride. For ordinary people, this was a huge sum of money. He only had so much money after working in the workshop for five or six years without eating or drinking, and he made it in one night.
Now that you have it, can you not be happy?
Besides, no matter how loud the movement is, it doesn't matter. Their backers are the Nissos family, a prominent family that has been rooted in Hopelaner for hundreds of years. Who dares to touch them.
"As expected, he is the boss, he is smarter than us. I'd like to give you a toast, let's do it!"
One of the boys quickly flattered him, and the others also agreed and raised their bottles.
"Dry!"
Manda raised the bottle, clinked it and drank it quickly. They were rough people and never used small wine glasses.
Bang--
There was a loud noise, and the door to the yard was kicked open. With a burst of dust, the thick wooden door was kicked far away before falling to the ground.
"Who!"
"Don't want to live anymore?"
A few people who were drinking slapped the table, stood up, and picked up the guy sitting next to them.
A dark figure stood at the entrance of the courtyard, with a cloth covering his face, making it difficult to see clearly under the dim night sky.
"You're looking for trouble, aren't you??"
When Manda saw that there was only one person, her heart that was a little nervous suddenly became furious, and she picked up the iron rod placed at her feet.
The iron rod is made of scrap iron, with several nails crookedly embedded in it. The front end is thick and the back end is thin. It is roughly a mace.
Although it looks ugly, the strong weight of the stick is enough to break a person's bones. This scrap iron mace is still stained with some dried blood.
Bud looked at the people eating, drinking and enjoying themselves in the courtyard, and there was an evil fire burning in his heart. When the blood on the mace came into view, he couldn't help clenching his fists and making a gurgling sound.
"Ahhh!"
He shouted to embolden himself and rushed in. Fear and anger burned in his heart like chewed ice cubes, so intense and cold.
"Where did this fool come from?"
Several of the boys saw him yelling and knew that this was a sign of lack of confidence. They spat mockingly, picked up a few guys and started to greet him.
A wooden chair half as tall as a man was smashed down on his head, making stars appear in his eyes, and then several iron rods hit his shoulders, stabbed him in the abdomen, and hit him in the chest.
Others kicked his calf, trying to make him fall to his knees.
The severe pain stunned the young man for a moment, but the fear in his heart slowly disappeared.
It turns out that it’s only to this extent.
Although his body was in pain, it was not unbearable. As his heart beat slowly in his chest, he could clearly feel the flow of his blood and the powerful power contained in his blood.
A sudden realization gradually arose in his heart. This was a feeling of power. It was so wonderful. No wonder countless people yearned for it and could not sleep at night.
Enemies he once thought were invincible were now as weak as ants in his eyes.
He stretched out one hand, grabbed an iron rod, let the wooden chair fall on his head, and then watched the wooden chair fall apart and slide from his head.
One of the boys tried to pull the iron rod back, but found that it was motionless as if it had been welded tightly by iron pliers.
Bud casually pulled the boy who was holding the iron rod over, kicked his leg bones to pieces, made him kneel on the ground, then picked up the iron rod and smashed it on his knee.
Click——
Several fragments popped out of the iron rod and broke into two pieces.
Seeing the astonishing scene, several of the younger brothers present were shocked, and even Manda was a little hesitant.
Bud stared at the people present with burning eyes, as if he wanted to remember these faces firmly, and said through gritted teeth.
"You, unforgivable, must all die!"
This group of people has been doing evil for more than a day or two. At first, they were just stealing and picking up random things. Later, they gradually tasted the benefits and became more and more courageous. They robbed others of their money, beat and tortured them, and recently they even started to engage in blood-stained business.
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The tragic scenes of Gretel before his death echoed in Bud's mind. He spared these people, but who spared Gretel?
There were no neighbors around at that time, but none of them dared to speak out. Because like themselves, they were afraid of causing trouble and affecting the fish in the pond.
Since no one dares to punish them, it's up to me to take action. Now I can withstand no matter how heavy the punch is.
Bard roared and rushed forward. His body was exposed and his face was blood red. He grabbed a person, threw him, and slammed him against the wall. He slowly slid down, leaving a pool of blood.
Then he lowered his shoulder and hit a person directly. He heard the sound of bones breaking. The opponent vomited a mouthful of blood and then fell down.
Then he shot one after another, blood foam flew everywhere, and the opponents fell one after another. There was a wailing and hissing sound in the courtyard, and in the end only Manda was left standing.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Manda wanted to run away. As soon as he ran a few steps, he heard a roar, and the thick wooden table was lifted up by Bader, and then hit him on the back, forcing him to the ground.
When he struggled to get up, the boy with his face covered had already walked in front of him, blocking the way out.
"Who are you anyway?"
Manda asked in a hoarse voice, but slowly touched the mace beside her with one hand.
The young man remained silent. Manda took the opportunity to pick up the mace and swung it down, hitting the young man in front of him head and face.
Snap——
The mace was held in one hand, stopped in the air, and then the palm of the hand pressed hard to break the nails on the mace, and the fingers dug deeply into the iron body.
Seeing that the mace couldn't be pulled out, Manda quickly let go and prepared to continue running away, but before he could turn around, a strong kick knocked him to the ground. He was about to get up when a heavy kick hit him.
Step on his hand and make him scream like a slaughtering pig for mercy.
The young man took off his mask, revealing his bloody face. He grabbed Manda's hair with one hand and asked him to look at him.
"My name is Bard, from Graythorn County."
It was just like the first sentence he answered to Lorraine Hill, but the person who spoke was no longer the timid person he once was.
Manda looked at this familiar face and yelled in horror, explaining and begging for mercy, but the other person was unmoved.
He picked up the mace and swung it down hard, blood splattered everywhere, and there was no more life in the courtyard.