In the VIP room, the conversation between the two nobles was quite secret, except for the sword attendant who was the Earl of Grenfell next to him, there was no superfluous figure-

Derek and Brittany didn't know what was happening in the shadows, especially Derek, who was standing in the middle of the ring with his arms raised to receive the cheers of the audience, like a knight returning from a triumphant return.

The strong are respected and feared wherever they are.

The dark grey night covered the sky over the city, and in the misty fog of moonlight and lights, the clock tower of the Old Town struck eight o'clock.

It was an old, mottled building in the alley, and the Gross stood at the foot of the steps in front of the building, looking out the window at the brightly lit and noisy noise.

"Sandro, the boss of the Brotherhood of the Bloody Hands, comes to this place every night."

Facot glanced at it and said to Gross beside him.

"Is this a casino?"

Although he didn't see any signs or signs in front of the door, the voice coming from inside still made Levin hear a rough idea-

Excited gamblers sat around the table with bloodshot red eyes, shouting, invective, and cursing bad luck from time to time, and the dice slammed on the table with a bone-chilling sound, as if someone had knocked over a chair.

Gross walked up the steps.

[Hooligans who deceive the good and fear evil]: Bulma's old town is inhabited by a group of shameful hooligans who have done many evils but have been safe to this day, as if they are in a state of lawlessness. But the goddess of fate, Elubea, is staring at these damned fellows with her stern gaze, and the righteous judgment has finally arrived, perhaps, today!

In the task column of his unique vision, there are several lines of bright green font.

Gross never claimed to be a righteous person, but when he started talking to Captain Farcourt, there was a sudden sound of "Didi" in his head-

He was stunned for less than a second, and soon realized that it was a random task that was triggered.

In "Dissension", tasks like this are usually widely found in towns, villages and other places, and Gross didn't intend to delay too much time when he came to Boomer, but when it happened to happen, he would never miss it-

This type of quest never informs the player of the specific reward in advance, but as a player, Gross knows that the reward of the quest has very high possibilities: maybe it is a small amount of money, experience points, maybe it is a worthless small item for purely ornamental purposes, or it is possible that there is something great to get from it.

All in all, it has a variety of possibilities and is a kind of easter egg in the game - in addition to the sympathy and anger in happiness, which is one of the reasons why Gross decided to be here.

Fackot stood still and did not take a step, he looked up at the wooden door with the iron lock on the steps, and after a pause, he continued to Gross:

"It's their nest, and there are a lot of people who stay here at this time. Moreover, Sandro is also a very good guy. ”

Fackot's expression was a little worried as he spoke, as a veteran of the war, he knew that even a skilled officer could not fight a large group of ruffians and other fierce characters on his own, and according to some rumors in the streets, Sandro, the leader of the "Brotherhood of Bloody Hands", had the strength of the high-ranking near the peak, and he was really not a person to mess with.

"Captain Facourt, are you afraid?"

Gross turned his head suddenly, and he narrowed his eyes and asked—Scott and Levine behind him looked calm, they hadn't even drawn their weapons yet, they were completely in good shape.

"That ......"

Fackot shuffled lame and took a few steps up the steps, and was about to speak, when he saw Gross standing in front of the thick wooden door, and the next second, the palm of his right hand pressed against the sturdy iron lock—

It was just an ordinary item, and when it faced the powerful power of the inauguration peak warrior, it suddenly clicked, and Fakaot scratched his messy hair, and a drop of cold sweat instantly trickled out of his forehead and sideburns.

He saw with his own eyes that the buckle on the iron lock was torn off by Gross!

This level of power?

Facourt wondered if the young man in front of him was a humanoid bear—

A huge commotion outside alarmed the people inside the building, and a stout man with full hair and muscular knots in a short shirt opened the wooden door, while behind him, a large group of unscrupulous men were staring at Gross.

"Who are you?"

The strong man at the front was about to attack, but when he saw the deformed iron lock in Gross's hand, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and he asked boldly while glaring at the men next to him——"

The Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand has a lot of enemies in Boomer, and this time, maybe it's a ruthless character.

Sandro was enjoying the fine wine in the upstairs room, and he drank in a peculiar way, not by the use of glasses, but by a petite woman in his arms, who from time to time passed the liquor down his throat with her delicate little mouth—

He is a man in his thirties, a former soldier and mercenary, a veteran of friendship and betrayal, and finally, he came to Boomer five years ago and single-handedly founded the "Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand".

"Boss, the situation is not good!"

The wooden planks on the stairs sounded the sound of hurried footsteps, and soon, a man in charge of watching the hall ran over with a pale face, he lowered his head, did not dare to look at the naked woman in Sandro's arms, and said breathlessly:

"There are a few very powerful guys who are going to smash our field, and Lord Nien is afraid that he will not be an opponent, so he specially ...... I would like to inform you that ......"

By the end, the man's voice grew quieter. Because he knows very well that Sandro has always been a man with a bad temper.

"Rubbish!"

As expected, Sandro suddenly roared and cursed, and the woman in his arms understood, stood up, and took out a long sword with a dark leather scabbard from the weapon rack on one side of the room—

Sandro took the weapon from the woman's hand and kicked away the trembling man beside him.

He was ready to head downstairs.

A figure suddenly appeared at the junction of the staircase and the corridor—

There were no wall lamps in the corridor at night, except for some light in the room, it was pitch black, but Sandro's eyesight was good, and in a little dim light, he could see a young man standing in front of him with a long sword, and the long sword in his right hand was narrow and silver.

Not ordinary!

He couldn't help but guess that this was exactly what his subordinate had just said was ruthless.

"Sandro?"

Gross continued to walk forward, the two of them were less than ten paces apart, but he didn't care, his steps were light and vigorous—

The rubber hard soles of the boots are stepped on the planks. Sandro didn't answer immediately when he heard the young man speak, he felt a disturbing sense of oppression.

Involuntarily, he took two steps back, leaning his back against the wall—

"Is there anything you can do? We haven't seen it, maybe there is some misunderstanding? ”

"Misunderstanding? Well...... Sandro, it's enough to identify you. ”

"Wait—"

Before Sandro could say more, he saw the young man in front of him raise his arm, and in an instant, the long sword in his hand swung out a sword as dazzling as snow.