"Boy, you're arrogant! See if I don't kill you! The leader of the gangsters was so angry that he reached out to his waist and pulled out a short knife, and the yellow earth-based fighting spirit faintly appeared on the blade. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this, Kester didn't dare to be too big, and he slowly poured his fighting energy into the silver whip, and the green light filled around Kester.

The speed of the gangster leader is actually quite fast, and Kester has just been ready, and he has already rushed to the three-meter range of Kester: "Boy, it's useless for you to regret it, go die!" ”

If an ordinary person were to be close to such an assassin-type enemy, most of them would have died for life. But Kester isn't a straw bag, and despite the gangster's quick moves, it's still a lot worse than Kester. Kester's silver whip sneered around the dagger with ease, strangling the gangster leader's attack in the middle of it.

Kester's method of defusing it made the gangster leader unusually uncomfortable, and his hand remained halfway through the cut, neither advancing nor retreating. Helpless, the gangster leader could only raise his left hand and punch Kester's face.

"With such a slow movement, you can only have a ghost when you hit." Kester dodged the punch with a slight turn of his head. In fact, the gangster leader's movements are not slow, and his reaction is quite timely, but the earth-type samurai is indeed overwhelmed by the wind system in terms of speed, not to mention that the gangster leader's professional level is much weaker than Kester. The gangster leader threw three punches in a row, and Kester dodged with just a turn of his head, without even shifting his body.

Seeing that his attack didn't work, the gangster leader couldn't help but be a little discouraged. But before he could figure out a way to deal with Kester, the short knife that was originally frozen in his right hand actually wiped his own neck! It turned out that within a short time of stalemate, Kester used the silver whip to pull the short knife from the gangster leader's hand.

The leader of the gangsters was so frightened that his soul was furious, and the yellow fighting qi in his body was running rapidly, forming a thin layer of fighting qi shield around his neck.

The expected blood splattered on the spot, and just when the leader of the gangsters thought he was dead, a force struck him in the abdomen, knocking him out of the air.

Kester withdrew his fist and flung the dagger with his silver whip. The dagger snatched and slammed into the door panel behind the gangster leader, leaving only one hilt outside. Kester didn't intend to kill anyone, the other party was just a few gangsters, just teach a lesson, and there was really no need to take people's lives.

Although Kester has shown mercy, the gangster leader is still beaten to the core. He vomited a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and fainted.

The hammer and the thugs on the side were stunned, the actual time between the time the gangster leader drew his sword and he was knocked away was only a few seconds, but the reversal of the situation was almost instantaneous.

"The boss is dead, run!" The two uninjured thugs were so frightened that their buttocks were urinating, and the two of them were so good that they didn't even say hello and fled at the same time, not even caring about their companions behind them.

The three thugs on the ground also tried to get up and run away, but Kester snorted coldly and ran up to them.

"Rao... Spare your life! "The previous battle was so fast that a few of the thugs really thought Kester had killed their leader. At this moment, this evil god stood straight in front of them, what could be more terrifying?

"Spare the fart, I didn't kill him, carry him out before leaving, oh yes, leave compensation for Grandpa Hammer, otherwise I wouldn't mind killing you." Kester said as he slapped a whiplash.

With the "crackling" sound of the whip flower, the three thugs shook their bodies in unison: "Yes... Yes..."

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In the lobby of the hotel, Hammer is sitting on a wicker chair and being bandaged by Kester. Originally, Kester also planned to use magic to treat the injury of the hammer, but remembering that the other party was an old man, and the magic technique that stimulates life force was not suitable for use, Kester still chose the simplest physical therapy.

"Young man, it's really thanks to you this time." Looking at Kester, who was bandaging himself, Hammer thanked him heartily.

"This is what I should do, those gangsters are too arrogant, they should be taught a hard lesson." Kester put gauze on Hammer's forehead and asked with concern, "Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable with, Grandpa Hammer?" ”

"It's all skin trauma, it's not in the way, but if it weren't for you, my old bones would have to peel off." Hammer looked at himself in the mirror full of "patches" and smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, I'm here, those thugs will beat me up once!" Kester patted his chest.

"It's a pity that a bowl of your lunch was knocked over, and only half a bowl is left, I'll go make you some more." Hammer got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, no need, Grandpa Hammer, you have a good rest." Kester hurriedly stopped him and pushed him back into the wicker chair.

"By the way, do you want to prepare food for those two birds?" Hammer Wu did not give up and was about to stand up.

"They're full enough to go without eating for a long time (White Feather: Woohoo), and now they're sleeping in their bunks upstairs (Silverwing: Woooo)." Kester stopped the hammer from getting up again.

"Alright then, young man, lunch is in the pot, hey, my old bones, it's useless..."

"I'm afraid you won't have a chance to enjoy your lunch!" The door of the inn was suddenly slammed open, and a light warrior in silver leather armor led more than a dozen samurai into the room, surrounding Kester.

"Who are you?" Although the other party was obviously not a good person, Kester asked cautiously. No way, White Feather Silver Wing also drank a little Fire Snake wine last night, and the consequence is that they haven't woken up yet. The person who came was obviously not comparable to the previous ruffians and hooligans, and Kester was alone, and he was afraid that he would suffer a big loss if he acted rashly.

The light soldier showed a certificate of deacon of the mercenary union: "The mercenary capital clearly stipulates that the behavior of mercenaries in the mercenary city must follow the regulations of the local mercenary union, according to the report of the enthusiastic people, you are suspected of fighting, I will arrest you now according to the law, if you resist, the deacon of the mercenary union has the right to execute those who resist!" ”

"What? The hand that made them move first! Kester was stunned.

"Then I don't know, I'm just acting on orders, and I ask you to cooperate with my work!" The light warriors did not let go in the slightest.

Kester looked around, and the other party had obviously made a lot of preparations. To be able to become a deacon, the light warrior led by him has at least seventh-order strength. Even if it was just him, Kester was not sure to win, let alone the samurai who surrounded him in formation.

"Okay, I'll go with you," Kester sighed inwardly, and the hero didn't suffer the immediate loss. If he really makes a move, in the other party's encirclement, he is afraid that he will not be able to hold out ten moves. He also knew the rules of the mercenary capital, as long as he didn't resist, the other party couldn't kill him.

The light warrior nodded in satisfaction and instructed one of the samurai behind him to pull out a rope.

"But!" Kester said in a sinister voice, "If it turns out that I am innocent or that I have been treated unfairly, I will appeal to the Mercenary Guild!" ”

When the light warrior heard this, the smile on his face froze, but then he snorted coldly: "Okay, I'm waiting for you to appeal!" Take! ”

"Hmph, I'll go myself!"