It was late at night, but everyone in Hopeland couldn't sleep, and the shouts, footsteps, and clash of armor from all directions were so distinct and clear.

Several bell towers in the city rang out, the sky burst with warning red fireworks, and a procession of torches marched through the streets, followed by the sound of fighting, insults, and dull snapping.

Ordinary people with poor strength can only lock the door, block the windows and doors, and hide in their homes and pray, hoping not to be affected.

In the first half of the night, some ruffians and hooligans watched the chaos of public order and took the opportunity to make trouble, robbed houses, smashed several shops, and took the opportunity to take away a lot of valuable things.

However, as the personnel of the five major chambers of commerce began to set up cards in the city, as long as these gangsters were seen to be robbing or robbing, they would go up directly and kill them with knives and guns. In troubled times, there is no extra manpower to imprison this group of pests, and it is just a good opportunity to kill chickens and monkeys and deter Xiaoxiao.

Near the Nissos Distillery, Manda was sitting in a courtyard with a few younger brothers, and a large table was set up in the courtyard, on which were a few roast chickens and wine bottles, and several people were eating meat and drinking wine.

"Boss, there is such a big movement outside, there shouldn't be anything serious." One of the tall and skinny younger brothers asked as he munched on chicken.

"You know, the bigger the better." Manda picked up a chicken leg and threw it into her mouth, her mouth full of oil.

"If we usually kill a little cub, and this person is still a little famous, then the industry guild will track it down, and it will be a trouble after all."

"But now, who cares how many people will die tonight, isn't it nice for us to take a lot of money from the Nissos family."

After saying that, he threw away a few gold coins in his hand a little proudly, for ordinary people, this is a huge amount of money, there are so many after working in the workshop for five or six years without eating or drinking, and he got it in one night, can he not be happy.

Besides, no matter how big the movement is, their backers are the Nissos family, the Hopeland family who has been rooted for hundreds of years, who would dare to touch them.

"Sure enough, it's the boss, it's smarter than us, the younger brother respects you a cup, do it!"

One of the younger brothers hurriedly patted his ass, and the others also chimed in, raising their wine bottles.

"!"

Manda lifted the bottle and drank it with a bang, they were rough people, they never used that kind of wine glass.

Bang –

With a loud bang, the gate in the courtyard was kicked open, and with a puff of dust, the thick wooden gate was kicked out of the way before falling to the ground.

"Who!"

"Don't want to live anymore?"

A few of the people who were drinking slapped the table, stood up, and picked up the guy who had been placed next to him.

A dark figure stood at the gate of the courtyard, his face covered with a cloth, and he couldn't see it really under the dim night sky.

"You're looking for trouble, aren't you??"

When Manda saw that there was only one person, her nervous heart suddenly became furious, and she picked up the iron rod that was placed at her feet.

The iron rod is made of scrap iron condensation, crooked inlaid with a few nails, thick at the front and thin at the back, probably a mace.

Although it looked ugly, the sturdy weight was enough to shatter human bones with a single stick, and the scrap iron mace was stained with some dried blood.

Bud looked at the people eating, drinking, and enjoying himself in the courtyard, and there was an evil fire burning in his heart, and when the blood stains on the mace came into view, he couldn't help but clench his fists and make a gurgling sound.

"Ahhh

He shouted, also to embolden himself, and rushed in, fear and anger burning in his heart like chewed ice, so intense and cold.

"Where did you come from, fool."

When several of the younger brothers saw him yelling, they knew that this was a sign of lack of confidence, so they snorted mockingly, picked up a few guys and beckoned to him.

The half-man-high wooden chair smashed down on his head, causing him to look at the stars, and then several iron rods slashed at his shoulder, stabbed him in the abdomen, and struck him in the chest.

Others kicked him in the calves to make him fall and kneel.

The severe pain stunned the boy for a moment, but the fear in his heart slowly disappeared.

It turns out that there is only this level.

Although the pain in his body was unbearable, he could clearly feel the flow of his blood and the power contained in his blood as his heart beat slowly.

A burst of realization gradually rose in his heart, this is the feeling of power, so wonderful, no wonder countless people yearn for it and can't sleep all night.

What he once thought was an invincible enemy is now like a weak ant worm in his eyes.

He stretched out a hand, grabbed an iron rod, let the wooden chair fall over his head, and watched as the wooden chair fell apart and slid off his head.

One of the younger brothers tried to pull the iron rod back, but found that it was as if it had been welded by iron tongs.

Bard took it with him, pulled the little brother with the iron rod over, kicked him to his leg bone, made him fall to his knees, and then picked up the iron rod and smashed it into his knee.

Click-

The iron rod popped out a few debris and broke in two.

Looking at the amazing scene, several of the younger brothers present were shocked, and even Manda was a little hesitant.

Bard said through gritted teeth as he stared at the people present, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to memorize these faces in mind.

"You must all die, unforgivable!"

At first, they just stole chickens and dogs, and ordered things, but then they slowly tasted the sweetness, and became more and more emboldened, robbing others of their money, beating and abusing them, and recently they even started a blood-stained business.

Gretel's tragic situation before his death, scene after scene echoed in Bard's heart, he spared these people, but who spared Gretel?

At that time, it was not without neighbors, but none of them dared to speak out. For they are afraid of bringing evil to the fish of the pond, just like they once were.

Since no one dares to sanction them, it's up to me to take action, and now I can withstand no matter how heavy my fists are.

Bard roared, rushed forward, his whole body was exposed, his face was bloody, he grabbed a person, and then threw it, slamming it against the wall, slowly sliding down, leaving a pool of blood.

Then he lowered his shoulders and hit a person directly, only the sound of bones breaking was heard, and the opponent vomited a mouthful of blood and then fell.

Then they struck one after another, blood foamed everywhere, and one opponent fell one after another, and there was a wailing and hissing sound in the courtyard, and finally only Manda was still standing.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Manda tried to escape, but as soon as she ran a few steps, she heard a whirring sound, and the thick wooden table was lifted by Bard and smashed on his back, crushing him to the ground.

By the time he struggled to get up, the masked boy had already walked in front of him, blocking his way out.

"Who the hell are you?"

Manda asked in a hoarse voice, but one hand slowly touched the mace beside her.

The boy was silent, and Manda took the opportunity to pick up the mace and swing it violently, smashing his head and face at the boy in front of him.

Smack-

The mace was held in one hand, stopped in the air, and then the palm of the hand forcefully crushed the nails on the mace, and the fingers pinched deep into the iron rod.

Seeing that the mace could not be pulled, Manda quickly let go and prepared to continue his escape, but before he could turn around, a strong kick kicked him to the ground, and he was about to get up, when one foot stepped heavily on his hand, causing him to let out a pig-like cry for mercy.

The boy took off his mask, revealing a bloody face, and he grabbed Manda's hair with one hand and made him look at him.

"My name is Bard and I'm from Greythorn."

Just like the first words he had said to Loren Hill, but the person who spoke was no longer the timid person he had been.

Manda looked at this familiar face and shouted in horror, explaining and begging for mercy, but the other party was unmoved.

He picked up the mace and swung it down, blood splattering everywhere, and there was no more life in the courtyard.