Rawls followed the sound to a narrow alley, looked at the three men and one woman opposite, and shook his head helplessly.
Among the three men, except for the obviously head one, a middle-aged man in his thirties who was quite tall and wearing some shabby workers' clothes, the other two were sallow, thin, and dressed in rags, and they couldn't even tell their age.
The woman calling for help had heavy makeup on her face, and her age could not be seen, but she was obviously not very old. She was wearing a somewhat revealing old-style colorful dress. She was leaning against the red brick wall, with her hands folded on her chest, highlighting the
Showing the majesty and whiteness of the chest.
One of the thinner guys blew a loud whistle, signaling to the tall middle-aged man that a fat sheep had taken the bait.
The tall middle-aged man turned around. He was thin and muscular, with sunken eye sockets and a dark complexion. He was obviously not a Loen person, but a plateau person, or he had the blood of a plateau person.
In the middle of the northern continent, at the beginning of the Honakis Mountains, is a plateau with a dry climate. Most of it belongs to the Kingdom of Feneport, with the Republic of Titus to the west and the Kingdom of Roen to the east.
The aboriginal people are skinny and savage but brave and good at fighting. For a long time in the past, they have been one of the most troublesome problems in the three countries. However, with the improvement of gunpowder weapons and the changes in the form of warfare, these plateau people finally recognized the reality clearly and completely
yield.
A large part of them left the plateau, entered Backlund, entered Trier, entered the city of Feneport, and entered various prosperous cities and ports in the northern continent. Some became workers, and some became the fresh blood of local gangs.
, Dare to fight and kill, don't be afraid of big trouble.
It seemed that he had fallen into a trap, but these guys didn't know that they were catching an Extraordinary. No, these guys didn't know that there was an Extraordinary.
The middle-aged man with sunken eyes looked at Rawls carefully from beginning to end. When he saw the obviously expensive three-piece suit on Rawls, he nodded and asked:
"You're not from the East End?"
Rawls was stunned, glanced at his clothes, sneered, and looked at the middle-aged man with interest:
"Does this have anything to do with what you are going to do?"
The middle-aged man frowned his eyebrows, pursed his chapped lips, and did not answer Rawls' question:
"Hand over the cash and valuables you have, and we won't do anything to you, and we'll keep your clothes."
The thinnest guy looked at the middle-aged man:
"Boss, the clothes this guy is wearing are worth at least dozens of pounds. If we pawn them, we will get a lot of money!"
The middle-aged man glared at him, then pointed at him and said to Rawls:
"You heard what he said, hand over the money quickly!"
The thinnest guy was glared at by his boss and immediately stopped talking. Then he took out a knife from his arms, pointed it at Rawls and said:
"Did you hear me? Otherwise I will stab you to death!"
Seeing him take out the knife, Rawls suddenly leaned forward, held his right hand holding the knife with his right hand and raised it up. He shrank his body, made a fist with his left hand, and punched the ribs under his right armpit.
There was a "clicking" sound, and I didn't know how many ribs were broken.
The bombardment's left fist immediately turned into a fist, grabbing his waist downwards, and pinched hard with his right hand. With a "Gaba" sound, the wrist bone shattered and the knife fell. His right hand slid down his arm and grabbed his right shoulder.
.
The left and right hands exerted force at the same time, lifting the thin man directly and smashing it against the other thin guy who rushed over. The two people suddenly rolled on the ground. One was still moaning, and the other was vomiting blood after Rawls bombarded his ribs.
I don't know if I can still live.
Rawls felt a little warmth on his forehead. He wiped it with his right hand and saw the blood stain on his hand. It should have dripped on his forehead when he lifted the guy up.
Rawls didn't feel fear, he only felt a surge of excitement. He clenched his right fist and twisted his neck. He didn't care about the middle-aged man opposite who wanted to speak. He rushed forward and kicked the inside of his left knee.
.
The middle-aged man who received a heavy blow to his left knee immediately lost his balance, fell to the left, and fell heavily to the ground.
Rawls made a "replacement shot" with his right foot and kicked him in the lower abdomen. Due to the severe pain, the middle-aged man's body instantly bent, like a prawn struggling on the ground.
He shook his head. He had rushed too hard just now. Although the "volley" was completed, it was not strong enough.
The power of the potion seems to have been absorbed a little, and it seems that a chaotic place like the East District is still suitable for barbarian activities.
Rawls breathed out, squatted down, wiped the blood from his hands on the middle-aged man who was rolling on the ground, then stood up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. The movement just now was not very large.
, but there are still some constraints.
The heavily made-up woman wearing an old-style gorgeous dress had already run twenty or thirty meters away. She glanced back from time to time, then fell to the ground with a "pop", got up and continued running forward.
Rawls suddenly remembered the line from Xing Ye's movie, "Don't be stupid, sister-in-law, I don't kill women, you can leave!"
"Hahaha"
Unable to hold back his laughter, Rawls shook his head, turned around, and then stood there awkwardly.
A short woman in the distance opposite frowned and looked at Rawls with a look of disgust.
She is at most over 1.5 meters tall, with some baby fat on her face, and her facial features are delicate and soft, but her eyebrows do not seem to have grown, and she is quite green. Although she has messy, shoulder-length yellow hair and wears a traditional knight training uniform, she has
An indescribable majesty and believable charm.
"Hello, did you also hear the cry for help? This is not good, it is too dangerous for a little girl! You'd better go home quickly!"
Rawls was talking aimlessly and irrelevantly. He already knew by virtue of his height, appearance and active area that the person facing him might be in the East District of Backlund. He was a well-known person in the working class and in many gang organizations.
"The Arbiter" Hugh Dilcha.
But the scene just now was really perverted, and Rawls felt embarrassed for himself when he thought about it. As a result, he was clearly right, but he couldn't say anything else.
"Arbiter" Hugh Dilcha was keenly aware that the extremely unfriendly guy opposite him was probably no ordinary person. Although she was just following him from a distance, the actual distance was not very far. She arrived at most one day later than this guy.
More than minutes.
But now three people are lying on the ground, two are still responding, and the other has lost his voice. Especially the middle-aged man with sunken eyes, who is half of the plateau blood and a member of the Zmange party.
Although he is just an ordinary member, his plateau people's bloodline allows him to fight more than ordinary people.
Hugh Dilcha remembered that his good friend, the famous salty fish writer Forsi Wall, usually laughed at him for being brainless, and he sneered inwardly, but kept the dignity on his face and spoke.