Felder's face was pressed against a pile of chips. He struggled to get up, but his hands were cut behind his back, and his upper body appeared to be pinned to the table. Wayne and Simpson weren't much better, with two daggers around their necks.

Some gloating eyes were cast, and it was very exciting to be caught. The gamblers weren't too affected, maybe they were used to it, they just glanced this way and continued their "battle".

"You're framing me!" Felder glared at the young man. The young man did not speak, but looked at Felder with disdain, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Framing you? I don't think so. A somewhat familiar voice floated from the side.

"Is that you?" Vane's eyes narrowed. The cold touch in his throat made him crane his neck.

"Ha, yes, Vane, we meet again. The monkey face came directly across from Vane with the help of a man, his right leg wrapped in a thick white cloth, and he jumped step by step, like a lame grasshopper.

"Monkey face, you are coming at me about the matter between us, don't use these indiscriminate methods!" Vane glared at the monkey face, his eyes cold.

The monkey moved his face to the table, shook off the person next to him, and propped his hands on the table. His sunken cheeks showed a sensen smile, and he said in a strange voice, "There is indeed a matter between us, but let's deal with your little girlfriend and me first-"

The monkey turned around and slapped his palms twice: "Bring them over!"

Amid a chaotic sound of footsteps and shouting, several big men dragged Elena and Ise over. The two were disheveled, with rags stuffed in their mouths, and they looked like they had been treated roughly. The tears on Eth's face were not dry, and she let out a whimper. Elena was wounded on the head, and blood flowed down her head, forming a bloody streak on the side of her face. She held her head high, her eyes full of anger.

"Elena! Eth!" Vane and the others had anger in their eyes and tried to break free, but the dagger around their necks reminded them that it wasn't a joke.

"Elena, you've made me suffer a lot yesterday. The monkey looked at Elena in front of him, his face was gloomy, he paused and said, "Then I should ask for some compensation, right?"

"How much do you want?" Vane asked with a grimace.

Monkey Face sticks out a finger.

"Ten gold coins, for you!" Felder shouted as he leaned on the table.

"No, a hundred. The monkey turned to look at Felder and Vane and said.

"All our money adds up to less than a hundred gold coins, and we will give it to you, and this matter is over, how about it. Vane gritted his teeth and said, a small cut in his neck, and a trace of blood was slowly oozing out.

The monkey shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "I'm a businessman and never trade at a loss, so-"

"Thorn-" The monkey face grabbed Elena by the collar and tore it violently, revealing the snow-white skin and the corner of her underwear. The gaze of the distant spectator became greedy, and there were bursts of obscene voices and unpleasant words. Elena had tears in the corners of her eyes, and her nose twitched.

"You're ......!" Vane shuddered, his eyes reddening.

"Monkey face, you're not a man!" said Felder as his head was pressed against the wooden table, gritting his teeth.

The monkey face stopped moving, turned his head to look at Vane, then at Felder, and said with a smile: "I'm curious, who is she the little girlfriend of the two of you?"

Monkey Face withdrew his scarred hand from Elena's collar and put it under his nose and inhaled it vigorously, looking like a cigar with wisteria pollen.

"The chicks of the north really have a taste. The monkey's face turned around, his expression suddenly became hideous, and he said loudly, "In that case, I will take a step back." You hand over all the money, and that's the end of it. Now tell me about your thousands! Cole, you come on. ”

The young man named Cole had long since regained his languid appearance, he sat reclining in his chair, playing with a dice in his hand, cleared his throat and said lightly: "According to the custom, those who go out of a thousand will cut off one hand. ”

"Okay, I understand it very much. The monkey folded his hands on the table and snorted at the person next to him.

"Click!" a heavy machete stood in front of Felder, the blade sinking into the table.

Felder looked at the machete glowing with cold light, and his heart suddenly cooled. He glanced at Elena, confused. How can you become a real knight if you have one less hand? and will you be eligible to stay with her any longer?

"Alas, every time. The monkey patted the bearded man next to him, pointed at Felder and said, "Bearded, go and help him." The strong man, nicknamed Bearded, walked over and drew his machete with a little force.

At this time, in the filthy wolf-eared tavern.

"Don't, don't kill me......" The bartender kneeled on the ground trembling and kowtowed desperately. Half a minute ago, he had seen a terrifying scene with his own eyes, and the man in front of him had made two strong men disappear with a snap of his fingers.

"I'm sorry, you've seen me. The man hiding in the shadows stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Smack!" the mustache vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed. The man took a sip of half a cocktail from the bartender, shook his head, gently put it back down, and disappeared through the wooden door.

"Monkey face, you're waiting for me!" Felder struggled desperately, but several big men held him firmly, one of them pinning his arm to the table.

Seeing the bearded man raise his machete, Felder's eyes were full of horror and despair, and he had even forgotten about his struggle. Ace burst into tears, and the young man named Cole turned his head away, with more of a feverish gaze on the weekend.

Guilt, self-blame, and all kinds of emotions filled Vane's heart, but it was undoubtedly his most painful moment yet, far more painful than failing the mage test. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes tightly.

One second, two seconds, five seconds......

If someone could be outside of time, he would find everything still in the underground casino.

The bearded knife hung in mid-air, the dice were thrown at an uncanny angle, the smoke rings no longer spread, and even the wine in the cup held by the bartender remained in an eerie shape.

All sounds disappeared without a trace—except for the footsteps of a man.

The man in the shadow of "Stomp ......" came to the table where Vane was. He looked at Wayne and Felder, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said to himself, "These two boys are quite capable of tossing." ”

"Ho, and two beautiful girls. The man looked at Elena and Ace, and raised his sword eyebrows.

"Why do you always like to use knives and guns, it's too dangerous. The man said as he removed the dagger from the necks of Vane and Simpson, and pulled Felder's hand back and replaced it with the hand of a big man next to him.

"That's pretty much it. The man clapped his hands, pulled the sapphire staff from his waist, shoved it into Vane's hand, and patted him on the shoulder. "You can't leave your weapons. ”

The man re-hid in the shadows and walked briskly out of the casino.