On a moonlit night, Daniels walked slowly along the long street. The cold moonlight reflected his lonely figure.

A night breeze blew through the sky.

A thick cloud drifted in the wind obscured the moon, and the long street was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Whoosh," a crossbow bolt suddenly shot out from the darkest depths of the corner of the long street, straight into Daniels' vest. Hearing the sound of the sharp weapon breaking through the air, the unsuspecting Daniels exerted the agility of his fifth-level swordsman, quickly lowered his bow, rolled on the spot, and narrowly avoided the sneak attack of the crossbow arrows.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" Several more crossbow arrows were fired in succession, blocking Daniels' entire body and the routes he could dodge. Daniels couldn't avoid it, and he didn't have time to draw his sword to block, so he had no choice but to use his palm to shoot directly at the crossbow arrows that were fired. After several crossbow arrows flew with his bare hands, one of the crossbow arrows finally hit Daniels's right arm, and the force was so strong that the crossbow arrow even pierced his humerus. Daniels let out a muffled snort, and blood instantly stained his right arm.

"Who's the rat?" Daniels shouted in a hoarse voice as he covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand.

"Sure enough, you can still escape under the arrow. Admire, admire. "In the darkness, several people with crossbows, blades, and mercenary costumes jumped out. The group slowly stepped forward and surrounded Daniels in the middle. One of them, a two-meter-tall burly mercenary with a fleshy face and a fierce expression, was looking Daniels up and down and said with a sinister smile.

Daniels' face changed as he saw a pale mercenary with vicious eyes and a rosacea nose standing next to the burly mercenary. The palm of the mercenary's right wrist was no longer there, and it was wrapped in a thick white bandage on the severed wrist, and dark red blood stains were faintly visible. The faint pain from the wound, which had not yet scabbed, caused a twitch on his almost bloodless cheeks. This mercenary was one of the mercenaries who had clashed with Daniels at the Green Jade Bar and had his right palm cut off.

Daniels suddenly understood what was going on. It turned out that he had fallen into an ambush by his fellow mercenaries who had come to seek revenge.

"Stinky boy, you are looking for your own death, even the people of our Vulture Mercenary Group dare to provoke. Aren't you arrogant? Show me the arrogance now. Looking at the wounded Daniels, the rosacea shouted loudly with a sharp nose.

Daniels looked up at rosacea, his gaze grim.

Rosacea was stabbed in the heart by Daniels' piercing gaze, and he suddenly panicked. He couldn't help but take a step back, and secretly wondered in his heart: although the young man in front of him was superb in swordsmanship, but now that his right arm was seriously injured, the sword was obviously inadversible. And now that his own group of people surrounded him, he obviously had the upper hand, but why did he still feel afraid?

Daniels' eyes also made the burly mercenary feel very unhappy. His name is Radat, he is a squadron leader of the Vulture Mercenary Regiment, this time he led dozens of mercenaries to escort a caravan of the Iberian principality to Cataloland, the capital of the Byzantine Empire, to trade, and after the successful completion of the mission, he gave his mercenaries a three-day long vacation, allowing them to have fun and enjoy themselves in the city of Cataloland. Unexpectedly, before the holiday was over, a few of his subordinates ran back in embarrassment after having their palms cut off because of conflicts with others. And one of the mercenary squad captains who has a good relationship with him was kicked out of his eggs and turned into a eunuch, and his life and death are still unknown. Enraged, Radat immediately went to the Green Jade Bar to seek revenge. Fortunately, he finally managed to maintain the calm that he should have as a leader, and after asking about the situation and learning the information that he was stabbing his hands, he finally decided to personally lead his eight best mercenaries to ambush the boy who injured his men.

The reason why he didn't bring more people was because he was afraid that too many people would attract the attention of the Imperial Capital City Defense Army patrol. After all, this is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and the law and order are strict, so it is better to keep a low profile if you want to do revenge and murder.

This time, the ambush was generally smooth, and the teenager was clearly in a dilemma. But why was the young man looking at him and his men with a look of contempt in addition to resentment, the kind of contempt that only a victor has for a loser?

This made Radat extremely depressed. In his imagination, the young man's eyes should be full of fear and uneasiness, and he should tremble and prostrate at his feet, crying out for mercy.

"Boy, I don't care what you do, now that you hurt my men, you have to pay for your actions. Radat said viciously. Of course, Radat said that, but before that he had already made a judgment about Daniels' identity. Since the place where he went to consume was a low-end bar, and according to his injured subordinates, it was normal to dress up, so I thought that this young man would not be the son of a big aristocratic family in the aristocratic city of Cataloland, and he would not have to worry about getting into any big trouble. It's just that I heard that this young man's swordsmanship is good, so I think it should be a down-and-out ranger swordsman or something. For this kind of guy with ability and no background, Radat is not afraid of offending. As long as you don't have a deep background and can't afford to offend, I can rely on a large number of people, conspiracy, and means to clean you up, Radat thought viciously.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, it is heavily guarded, if you don't clean up this young man, when the patrol of the city defense army comes, everything will be difficult. Radat waved his hand, motioning for his men to hurry up and finish Daniels. Two meters behind Daniels, a mercenary immediately took an arrow and pointed it at Daniels's vest. At such a close distance, if the crossbow bolt was fired, Daniels would definitely not be able to dodge, and he would be shot coldly.

At this critical moment, Daniels suddenly launched.

Daniels' left hand quickly drew the sword at his waist, and in a flash of lightning, the sword was unsheathed, and then Daniels swung his sword backwards without looking back. The mercenary, who was about to pull the trigger of the crossbow, let out a scream, and then turned his head away.

"He knows the sword in his left hand. Suddenly seeing the change in front of him, Radat who reacted fairly quickly shouted. The other seven mercenaries were obviously also well-trained, and when they saw that they didn't have time to pull the strings and arrows, they immediately abandoned their crossbows, and showed their blades one after another, and met the lightning-like figure.