Chapter 117: "Acting on the Spot" (I)

At the mouth of the dark alley where the sewage flows, you can faintly see the blackened broken wooden signs next to the torches, and the light and noisy laughter of the broken windows - men and women alike. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside the door of the tavern stood several apparently "unfriendly" fellows, armed with weapons and torches in their left and right hands, or leaning against the door with their shoulders crossed, looking around viciously.

The black-robed figure crouched on the eaves of the side of the alley, his black pupils under the hood carefully examining the cold-looking tavern - it was more dilapidated than a shack, and even the small inn where he lived was a hundred times stronger.

But it's also a "building" anyway, and there don't seem to be cubicles or windows on the second floor, which means that the tavern door is the only exit. In other words, without causing widespread damage, he infiltrated silently, killed the boss of the "Copper Plate Group", and then escaped without being detected...... Infinite is less than and equal to zero.

What's more, the whole "assassination plan" is likely to be a trap used by Vansteno to pit himself, as for why...... In fact, for this group of gangsters, there is often no reason to toss or kill someone, maybe because they didn't give them face, maybe they don't like themselves, or they accept someone's money......

In short, the reason is the least important, what matters is how you can grab his tail and make the whole Crutch Gang your own.

Anyway, it's certainly not as easy as it is to say.

"It's too dangerous, it's too late to let go now......"

As if talking to another self, the black-haired wizard muttered to himself. The figure hidden on the eaves began to move, and fell silently in the alley.

"Huh?"

A minion standing outside the gate seemed to hear something, and walked vigilantly towards the alley where the sound came from, holding a torch. It turned out to be nothing but a few scurrying rats.

Probably a few poor ghosts who didn't know where they came from? The depressed thug muttered a few words, and when he turned to leave, he stepped on something under his feet, and one of them stumbled and fell into the sewage ditch.

"Holy Cross his grandmother's!"

Soaked in the sewage, the annoyed and angry gangsters scolded and scolded, and were just about to leave, when a flash of fire suddenly flashed behind him!

"Boom ——!"

The flames were accompanied by terrible screams, and the outside of the tavern door had become a sea of fire, and the inside of the door was also a chaotic and noisy screaming and roaring sound, and the thugs who were still lying in the sewage were dumbfounded, and their speechless mouths kept making "clucking..."

There was a sudden chill in the back, and before the gangster could take out his weapon, he was directly covered by the person behind him, and the cold dagger was pressed against his throat, and the palm of his hand was like an iron tong, and he couldn't break it.

"I advise you not to move. ”

The creepy sound came close to his ears, causing the thugs to stop struggling, raise their hands tremblingly and throw away their weapons.

"Very well, I need you to do me a favor now. The black-haired wizard smiled and whispered, "Tell the boss of the 'Copper Plate Regiment' that there is a wizard who wants to meet him." Tell him and I'll be waiting for him outside the tavern. ”

As soon as the black-haired wizard let go, the thugs who had been pardoned immediately ran away in a panic, almost "crawling" to the door of the tavern with both hands and feet, and slammed the door desperately, as if the murderer was following him.

"Open the door, I see that damn wizard, let me in!"

.................. "So the wizard that the fox said of Van Steno killed all of you...... Except for you?"

In the box on the second floor of the tavern, a scar-faced man sitting on a broken chair drank ale and said in a cold tone.

"Yes, everyone is dead, except me...... He asked me to give you a message. The thugs trembled and collapsed on the ground, looking at the dozen or so heavily armed thugs in the box at a loss, their eyes were in a trance: "He said he wanted to see you, just outside the tavern!"

"I didn't run away when I was holding a knife, and I actually knew that I would come back to deliver the letter. The scar-faced man sneered, "You're really loyal, should I praise you twice?"

"No, no!" the thug's frightened face barely squeezed out a smile: "This is all should, should......"

"How can that be done?" Scarface's smile became more and more ill-intentioned, "Otherwise, wouldn't you just run this trip for nothing?" and went to great lengths to disguise yourself as my subordinates to sneak in, how could you just let you go...... Isn't that right, Lord Ain Rand?!"

"No, no, no...... I'm not, I'm really not, believe me, ahhhh——!!!!h

The words that were not finished were blocked in the throat, and the thugs who were paralyzed on the ground were directly picked up from the ground by the thugs on both sides, and a knife pierced the throat, and the dead body was thrown on the ground casually, convulsing in the blood plasma all over the ground.

"Useless waste!"

The scar-faced man spat at the ground, glaring fiercely at the cronies around him, "That damn wizard must have gotten into the tavern, it's not safe here anymore - let the brothers below all go out and see if there are any new faces, whoever it is, kill him for me!"

"Boss, isn't this too dangerous?" a close confidant on the side couldn't help but ask, "What if this is a trick used by the wizard to deceive us so that we can take advantage of the opportunity to kill the brothers one by one......?"

"Shut up, what do you bitches know - let the brethren below go out on patrol, or I'll let you out, do you hear me?!"

The scar-faced man squinted, asked him to stuff the rest of the words back, and obediently left the box.

The door to the room was closed again, and the grumpy Scarface sat back in his chair, gulping down ale, staring warily at the closed door as if waiting for something.

Unlike these doglegs, he still knows a little about this wizard who suddenly appeared - since the other party can appear in the base camp of the Crutch Gang without moving, it is not difficult to sneak into this tavern.

There was not the slightest movement outside the room, not even any sound could be heard, and the restless Scarface man kept drinking, and began to think wildly, pretending to be fierce and constantly sweeping the faces of the cronies beside him, as if the wizard had blended into the box.

The thugs below have left one after another, and now there is no one else in the entire tavern except himself and his cronies, and no matter how much the wizard wants to infiltrate, he will be exposed as soon as he appears.

"Boom ——!"

There was another explosion, and the people in the box focused their eyes on the door almost simultaneously, and the fragile door was slammed open, and the cronies who had just rushed out ran back again:

"We've found him, and the wizard is out there right now, surrounded by the brethren!"

"What are you bitches doing?!" The surprised Scarface man immediately yelled at the cronies behind him, "Why don't you hurry up and arrest that wizard, and wait for me to tell you what to do?!"

The thugs who had been ordered to leave one after another, like wolfdogs who had been released from their cages, rushed out of the door of the box with short knives and daggers, and there was not a single one left.

Apart from...... The one that just came back.

"What are you doing here, deaf or stupid?!" the scarface man roared, "I don't want to live, do you, hurry up and arrest that wizard, otherwise this dead idiot will be your fate!"

The "cronies" ignored the scar-faced man's threats at all, but closed the door again, turned his back to his "boss", and whispered in a low voice:

"You really should have followed his advice and locked down the whole tavern. ”

The wine bottle slipped from his hand, and the wide-eyed scar-faced man no longer had the ferocity he had just now, and took a few steps back in horror, and sat down on the chair behind him.

"You, you, you're the ......"

"I'm the wizard who said I'd come to see you, but it doesn't seem like you're going to leave here, so I've had to come in. ”

With a smile on his face and picking up a dagger from the ground, Loren Turin put a sharp blade against the scarface's nose:

"Let's have a good chat. ”