With a rapid "creak", the door of the "small market" was kicked open in a hurry. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I vaguely heard some chaotic sounds in the warehouse, followed by two children, a man and a woman, hurriedly escaping from behind the door.

As soon as Feng Manyun revealed his intention to "not buy", the face of the oil manager immediately sank. Although the small market is a shady trading place, his buying and selling are all clearly marked and undeceived. The constraints on sellers are as strong as those on buyers.

Imagine how much loss it will bring to the owner of the small market if the buyer suddenly reverses the transaction before the transaction of the same expensive and rarely cared for goods? It is the owner of the market who raises a group of thugs as a deterrent to the small market, and compulsorily concludes deals with buyers on behalf of the owner.

In the eyes of the world, there is a proper term to describe this kind of behavior, that is, forced buying and forced selling.

The boy and the girl are being chased by two idlers who look like ruffians. The latter wore crooked coarse cloth clothes, and his turban was only half-tied, but the muscles exposed at the arms and calves clearly indicated that the two were seasoned in street fights.

Feng Manyun dragged Ah Ping out of the warehouse and ran out lifelessly, still holding a whole handful of silver coins in his right hand. The thug came too suddenly, and he didn't have a chance to take all of Ah Ping's money away.

"Don't run!"

"Stinky boy, do you dare to buy something from the small market?"

The insults were endless, Feng Manyun gritted his teeth, trying not to look back. Ah Ping held her palms and kept oozing sweat.

I don't know how long I ran on the gravel road, the alley in front of me became narrower and narrower, and the boy wanted to go to the main road with his memory, but he was still dizzy by the alley.

"You're dead." Of the two thugs, the shorter one had chased him from the fork in the road to the front of the two. He pulled out a short dagger from his waist, and his eyes wandered between Feng Manyun and Ah Ping.

"Plug them!" Behind Ah Ping, slightly taller thugs also surrounded him.

This section of the alley can only accommodate two people walking side by side, and if someone deliberately blocks it, it will not be able to rush out no matter what. Ah Ping clenched Feng Manyun's arm, but there were bad guys in front and back, and she didn't know which direction to hide in the boy to be safer.

"I'm sorry." The young man apologized in a loud voice, and he slowly moved his steps, moving the frightened girl to the wall, and used his body to block her in front of her. The current situation was caused by him, if it weren't for his persistence, Ah Ping and himself would not be facing the current predicament.

"Wood." The girl called, "I'm scared. She regretted it a little, if she hadn't easily listened to Ah Hao's instigation, she probably wouldn't have ended up in this field.

The two thugs rushed up with a fierce look, one left and one right. The short one took a step forward, and he stabbed the dagger in his hand at Feng Manyun first.

Behind the boy was a girl who had no ability to fight, and he couldn't retreat, so he could only stretch out his hand to block the murder weapon that stabbed him. However, the adult's strength was much greater than him, and although his hands accurately grabbed the opponent's arm, a strong force shook from the opponent's arm, and the hand holding the dagger broke through Feng Manyun's fragile barrier and stabbed directly into the young man's shoulder.

"Hiss......" Feng Manyun gasped.

There was a rattling sound on the ground, and Feng Manyun, who was pierced in the shoulder, could no longer hold a handful of silver coins in his hand, and fell to the ground with his hand.

The thugs in the small market didn't want to kill the two, they just wanted them to suffer a little and obediently pay for the goods. It was the dagger that did not choose to stab the vital point, but the inconsequential shoulder. Even so, Feng Manyun still tasted the breath of death that was close at hand.

For a moment, he seemed to be back in the hunter selection ring in Xuelin Village, and the dog dragon on the opposite side also had such fierce eyes when he looked at him.

His face contorted, and the pain seemed to irritate some hidden nerve in the boy's heart. He grabbed the short man's shoulders with both hands and slammed his forehead hard into the other's head.

"Ouch!" I didn't expect that a child who had been stabbed could still have such a big counterattack force, and the short man suffered a loss, he left the dagger on the other party's shoulder, took a few steps back, and rubbed his bruised forehead.

"You're bleeding!" Ah Ping was even more scared, she knew the physical fitness of the wood very well, half a bucket of water had to be rubbed for a long time to pick it up, how could it be possible to fight with two big men at the same time?

Feng Manyun didn't answer, maybe he didn't even hear the voice behind him, he wordlessly pulled the dagger off his shoulder, although the pain broke out in a cold sweat, his face was still pale and firm.

He drew the wooden sword behind him.

The tall thug also rushed up, although he did not carry a weapon, but he made a fist with one hand and formed a palm with the other, which was obviously a unique way to practice in the street fight of life and death. Although this fighting technique is not as sophisticated as that has been passed down among hunters and the military, it is better to adapt to the habits and qualities of the individual.

Feng Manyun has no experience in fighting with people, so he can only use the knife.

The blade of the knife hit the thug's sturdy arm, and the tall thug didn't care, how much damage could a wooden stick do to himself? Holding a sharp dagger in his hand is not used, but he uses a wooden stick without any power as a weapon, this is no longer a matter of inexperience, but stupid cuteness.

The blade of the sword broke in the middle, and it didn't stop the speed of the tall thug in the slightest. He was close to the young man's body, and with a knock of his elbow on his wrist, the only dagger in Feng Manyun's hand that threatened him fell. He grabbed the boy's shoulders with both hands and lifted him upwards with the advantage of his height.

The boy's legs lifted off the ground, and he kept stomping, and then he was thrown to the ground hard.

"Wood!" Ah Ping exclaimed, the tall thug was about to continue to slam in, but Ah Ping, who came out from behind, grabbed his leg first. The little girl used all her strength to prevent the man who might hurt the boy from stepping forward.

Feng Manyun staggered to his feet, he lifted the only half of the sword left in his hand, and rushed towards the tall man.

Before he could take two steps, the boy was firmly held by a pair of big hands behind him.

"Leave that girl alone, this kid is a little tough, clean him up quickly, and we'll go back to the business." The short thug beckoned to his companion, his hands laboriously restraining the struggling Feng Manyun.

The tall man lifted his hands and threw Ah Ping, who was holding on his legs, aside, and strode towards Feng Manyun.

The boy was picked up with his back to the short man, and even though he still had a weapon in his hand, he had no way to attack the person behind him.

A few seconds later, I might be killed by these two people! Feng Manyun thought like this, and the struggle of his body suddenly stopped.

As if he had given up resistance, his hands hung limply, only his lungs, tired from the struggle, were still panting.

The tall man saw the boy's eyes.

If calm and madness can exist in one look at the same time, then the thin young man in front of him undoubtedly has the most calm and crazy eyes.

He did not give up resistance, but was accumulating strength to fight back the most terrifyingly.

However, the tall hunter's reaction was already slow, and when the difference between the two sides was less than two meters, Feng Chen held the half-cut knife in his hand and stabbed it fiercely into his thigh.

The broken blade had a sharp, thin cut, which was much sharper than before, but the edges of the wood were rough and burred, less like a knife and more like a dull saw.

Feng Manyun sent the saw firmly and slowly into his flesh, the blunt knife cut the flesh the most painfully, and the big man could still see the flesh near the wound trembling and wriggling.

Behind the thigh was the belly of a short man, and the saw also pierced into the man's abdomen.

"Ahh Realizing that Feng Manyun had attacked him with such a cruel and resolute act, the short man hurriedly pushed the young man out of his hand, the wooden knife suddenly pulled out of his abdomen, and the wound of the thug was in sharp pain.

The tall hunter was a little stunned by the young man's actions, and when Feng Manyun staggered in front of him, he hadn't fully reacted.

The boy's height was only near the navel of a tall man, so he chose the most comfortable position to attack.

"Ahh With the same scream, the tall man bent down like a shrimp and fell against the wall without moving. When the door is attacked, even a scoundrel with super anti-fighting ability will lose his ability to fight for a moment.

"Wood!" Ah Ping, who was thrown aside, obviously broke her head, she covered her wounds while running towards Feng Manyun, "Run!" ”

"I'm fine." He turned around and spoke to Ah Ping for the first time. If there was no girl who gave up her body to hug the tall man just now, she should be lying on the ground and being kicked and beaten by two thugs in turn.

Feng Manyun smiled, this smile was a little weird with the pain and blood splashing all over his body.

"I don't want to get in trouble." The boy lowered his head and said to the two thugs, "I just want to be a hunter." ”

"You're crazy! You're a madman! The short thug grinned, clutching his wounds.

Feng Manyun is not crazy, he just doesn't care about anything other than his beliefs, including his own life.

"If you have such ruthlessness, why don't you go to the Western Army?" The slightly taller thug also covered his crotch and said,

"Xishu? What is that? The boy asked, a little confused.

"It's a place for people who aren't afraid of dying." The short thug's voice trembled a little, "Aren't you going to be a hunter?" There are no restrictions on hunting people all year round. ”

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Feng Manyun's face was calm, and there was still a wooden knife that passed through the wound between his legs, but the young man didn't care.

"Little grandpa, we are in business, not a union hall," the tall man sat up with difficulty, trying to tie the wound under his ribs, "Besides, the whole city knows about that place, who would have thought that you would be interested in even the kind of place where the people who sent them to death go?" ”

Feng Manyun glanced back at the child's frightened Ah Ping, who shook his head gently: "There is a sea of thundering sand, and there are only death row prisoners and ...... Only aborigines can go, and legend has it that there are sharks in the desert that eat people and don't spit out bones, and at most one out of ten people can come back. ”

The little girl looked at the young man with bright eyes, and for some reason, she was suddenly afraid that the young man would say that.

"I'm going."

Feng Manyun still said it.