A few pairs of heavy boots tread quickly down the secluded alley. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the sunset is almost over, and the dust under the night begins to chase the colorful lights on the streets of Afron.

It's already on the edge of the South Quarter. Walking out of this alley and walking west along the left-hand side of the street outside, it is only a short ten minutes away to reach the aristocratic quarter of Afron.

Glo took the reins of the little black pony and stood around the corner at the other end of the alley. He wore a black top hat with a wide brim, and because of the dim light of the brim and the alley, his face was blurred, and his whole face was in a hazy shadow, but his brown eyes were unusually bright.

He stared at the shadow of the intersection.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

William turned the corner first, but before he could react, his breathing suddenly froze, and a strong, powerful arm stretched out from the darkness behind the corner of the wall, and grabbed his neck. He struggled, clutching the quenched dagger in his hand and stabbing it at the arm.

However, he fell short.

The arm was retracted in time, replaced by a thump - he couldn't determine if it was a knee or a fist. William felt like he was about to vomit out, the pain was intense from the impact, the surge of fluid from his abdomen caused him to lose consciousness for a moment, and he even saw the blue night sky spinning in his vision.

"Damn! I should have listened to Joseph's advice. ”

Bang Dang -

It's the sound of metal hitting the ground.

Jill, one of the key members of the Bloody Fangs, was leaning against a dusty and inexplicable graffiti wall, shivering like a quail in the cold wind, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

He and William ran one after the other to catch up with their target, and they were only three or five paces apart. But when a muffled snort rang in his ears, he saw such a picture - William lying on the ground, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. And the target, the "black dress", was standing right in front of him.

Jill's eyes widened as he saw the face under the bowler hat, and not only that, but he could catch the target's expression through the blurred shadows—a playful smirk. Jill couldn't be sure for a moment what the smile meant, but it didn't affect him, and he fell into great horror in this short moment.

"You...... Do you want to ...... Do? ”

The clash of teeth made Jill stumble. He went to grab the short sword at his waist, and in his frustration, the short sword came loose from its scabbard and fell to the ground.

What do I want to do?

Glo took the time to dust off his black dress, his hands in his coat pockets, frowning - he didn't choose to draw his sword. As long as [Jatis] is still on his body, and he does not have a weapon in his hand, he will be defaulted to equipment mode by the system, and the large attribute bonus brought by this, he knows very well that it is by no means something that the two ruffians in front of him can deal with.

What's more, their combat level is too low.

In Afron, a place where inexplicable variables may occur at any time, Glo has already turned on the [Peripheral Character Status] - this auxiliary function of the system is actually not very useful. When I passed through the densely populated main street of Nancheng District, the radar map was full of dense points moving around, which was dazzling.

Therefore, the tracking behavior of the three members of the "Bloody Fang" was not discovered by him.

It wasn't until he walked into the "Silver Leaf Tailor's Shop" in the alley that he noticed that the three green dots he had followed all the way had actually stopped outside the shop, that he became suspicious - he knew what it meant to be being followed in the chaotic southern city of Afron.

Uncle robber was actually treated as a fat sheep!

Glo stared at the man in front of him, then glanced at the one lying on the ground, and suddenly laughed - a slender palm with neatly trimmed nails and several calluses on the palm and nadles appeared under Jill's nose.

The palm of this hand stayed in the air for three seconds!

It's a pity that Glo only saw a frightened and surprised face, and he finally couldn't help it: "Robbery!" Do you know what robbery means? ”

"Yes."

Jill nodded cautiously.

"And what's next?"

Glo began to urge, but he had already cursed in his heart: this kid was too dull and unconscious.

"But I don't have Rael...... on me"

Jill's voice grew lower and lower.

"What!"

The bandit leader's eyes widened. To be honest, slim-fitting dresses are not so comfortable to wear. With that punch just now, he could already hear the sound of the thread under his armpit bursting. If it weren't for the 30 reels dress, Glo would have wanted to beat the kid up.

But before he could take off his gown and do anything, the little ruffian was already frightened, and he pointed to the one lying on the ground - William, the "backbone of this operation", was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, and Jill had no reason not to be frightened. Although he didn't know the true combat level of the "black dress", he knew William's strength.

Within the "Bloody Fangs", it belongs to the level second only to the leader "Grizzly Bear" Kozmo. But Boss Kozmo will never be able to punch William.

The strength of the "black dress" is still above the boss!

Jill muttered secretly, but his eyes kept wandering - the leader of the bandits walked up to the "dead dog" and stooped down to remove the purse with great skill. After the cloth bag fell into his hand, there seemed to be a movement of embarrassment.

Come on!

Keen on this opportunity, Jill straightened up, not even picking up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and ran wildly towards the way he came.

"Am I that terrible?"

The robber took the money bag into his arms and muttered to himself as he touched the fresh stubble that came out of his chin.

……

"Cousin Lena, will it be as terrible as it used to be?"

Marcuro returned to the hall where the reception was held. He carried a tall crystal wine glass, shuttled back and forth between the tables, and received the guests who arrived one after another in a manner that conformed to the standard aristocratic etiquette, and from time to time talked with them about all kinds of interesting things that had happened recently, and between the guests and the hosts, gags and laughter. But this was not in Macoolo's mind, and since he had seen his cousin just now, he had been filled with some deep worries.

He didn't want some accident to happen to him - did he do something about it?

Marcuro saw the butler busy in the hall, and he beckoned. However, at this time, the red-haired figure suddenly appeared from the door of the hall, dressed in a well-fitting off-the-shoulder light pink evening dress, stepping on the small steps of a lady, and standing next to her was the equally bright and moving Aunt Jessica.

He remembered what Aunt Jessica had just said about the purpose of this cousin's visit to Afron, and he was finally relieved.

This time, Cousin Lena should be a bit of an aristocratic lady!