Under the cover of the column, Brad hid in the darkest corner, lowered his brimmed hat, and stared quietly downstairs with his eyes without a trace of emotion, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Seeing his name shocked everyone present, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile arc, and he couldn't help but be proud in his heart, but this smile only lasted for half a second, he bowed his head and sighed, and a trace of grievance appeared in his blue pupils.

He remembered that the first murder was when he was eighteen years old, when a duke set up a plot to kill his father, and when he was actively responding to the army's call, he was on his way to leave his hometown in full gear, and when he heard the news, he almost fell on the bank of the Thames.

A few lines of tears, from the corners of his eyes, slid down his face, and fell into the Thames, and with those rivers, ran into the unseen distance.

When the tears disappeared, he who was once full of enthusiasm also drifted away.

He picked up his saber, bought the fastest horse at a high price, and returned to his hometown.

There were about two hundred guards in the Duke's manor, and he was not stupid enough to rush in, and he hid in the woods outside until late at night, when he climbed over the wall.

He was a nobleman himself, so he knew where the manor's room was usually located, and he found four rooms in total, and when he entered one, he crept to the bedside and ferociously plunged the dagger into the other's neck, without mercy.

On the bed in the fourth room, he finally found the old guy with a beard, and the old guy was still holding a beautiful woman who was at least twenty years younger in his arms, naked and enjoying the sleeping position.

Seeing this scene, his anger rose instantly, he threw away the dagger, drew his long knife with a bang, slashed the enemy's neck, and forcefully cut off the head that had not had time to open his eyes, blood gushed out, soaked the sheets, and splashed on the woman's face, waking her up.

Scream.

This sound was terrible, resounding throughout the manor, and even the unknown birds perched on the top of the castle fluttered their wings and flew around.

The two hundred manor guards who were stunned in their sleep turned over and ran over, and when they heard the noisy movement, he immediately jumped out of the window and fled, even forgetting to kill the woman, but unexpectedly, she actually recognized him.

Brad of the Thomson family, known as the most chivalrous son of the noble, has seen him at royal banquets.

Early the next morning, the wanted warrant was issued, and he knew that he was on a path of no return, so he sneaked into the harbor and climbed into a cargo ship before the soldiers could search the whole city, and was transported to the port of Amsterdam in the Netherlands.

As soon as he set foot on that land, his career as a killer began, at first to make money to support himself, and then to support him gradually turned into hatred, hatred for society and the rich.

Later, he got used to it, and he didn't have the slightest interest in killing, but it was as essential as breathing.

The price of hiring him was high, ranging from 2,000 to 20,000 silver coins, and this time, someone offered 50,000 silver coins for him to kill the young man downstairs.

In the hall of the exchange, there was a strange atmosphere, and people were talking softly uneasily, but they were afraid that the volume would be too loud to attract Brad's attention, and everyone understood the truth of shooting the first bird.

They looked around to find Brad's face among the hundreds of heads, but the funny thing was that none of them knew that Brad was hiding behind a pillar upstairs.

Even Zheng Fei hadn't been able to notice that, although he had caught a glimpse of a man upstairs with a musket aimed underneath not long ago, his attention was attracted as the mayor and his soldiers broke in, and in the intervening moment, the man had disappeared, as if he had evaporated.

Brad, relying on his superb concealment and camouflage skills, has survived until now.

The mayor stood still, listening to the mosquito-like chatter in the room, and shouted, "Quiet!"

Frightened, the merchants immediately shut up and said nothing, including the rich men and the exchange boss Mark, all of whom pursed their mouths nervously, silently clenching their fists or the agate balls in their palms.

"Guys, Brad is here. For some reason, Mayor Mare repeated, the hatred in his eyes as if it was going to burn down the entire Exchange and reduce Brad to rubble.

After all, in front of everyone, he tore open his shirt, revealing his entire chest, and in the center there was a necklace of a woman, which was really surprising.

He ignored the suspicious gazes of the crowd and took off the necklace, which turned out to have a brand hidden behind it, which looked like a rose.

He held the necklace in his hand, gritted his teeth, and raised it to his chest, with a resolute expression with a little sadness.

He glanced at everyone and said, "My daughter, when she was ten years old, went to Count Antonio's estate to learn to paint with little Antonio, and that afternoon, she and the entire Antonio family died there, at the hands of Brad. ”

"It's her necklace, and I wear her favorite rose on my chest to remind myself never to forget the hatred, and never forget the outlaw, Brad!"

The leopard's eyes glared angrily and bloodied, and after a pause of two seconds, he frantically pounded against the wall, raised his head and roared, "Brad!"

Like a beast, he seems to be shouting a declaration, but the difference is that it is hatred, not faith, that supports him.

The merchants, with mixed feelings, could not help but feel some pity for the mayor in addition to their fear and hatred for Brad, although they were usually not less angry with him.

The best way to ruin a man is not to take his career, but to kill his daughter.

Daughters are everything to a father.

The hatred of Brad soared to the extreme at this moment! Their teeth creaked, their fists clenched, and they were full of rage.

But even so, no one dared to scold Brad bastard, and if he provoked that mad fellow, he might have an extra dagger around his neck.

At this time, Brad, who was behind the column, raised his big-brimmed hat slightly, and there was a puzzle in his eyes.

When have I ever killed a ten-year-old girl?" he said in his heart, looking at the indignant crowd downstairs, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and his face was solemn.

As a towering figure in the killer world, he has his own code of ethics, and when he goes on a mission, even if there is a danger of revealing his whereabouts, he will never hurt a little girl who is ignorant of the world, which he holds up as his faith.

He felt that this would lighten his sins.

Before he could fall into deep thought, Mayor Mare opened his mouth again.

"Brad is more cunning than a fox, and he might just put on makeup and hide it among you. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the exchange blew up, and the merchants looked left and right in panic, and in an instant their hearts hung in their throats and their backs were cold.

"Please stay in your seats, I'm going to check them in turn. The mayor said grimly. (To be continued.) )