Chapter 16: Murder in a Fit of Anger
Wipe!
Ron couldn't help but curse in his heart, feeling the hand holding the little girl tremble slightly, and when he looked back, he saw that she carefully stuck her head out to look at it a few times, and then quickly retracted it, grabbing his hand like a frightened fawn and not daring to make a sound, her hands were covered with sweat.
Ron patted the back of her hand, signaled her not to worry, took a step forward, and stared at the few people in front of him: "Let's go, stop talking nonsense!" β
"Hehe, I said buddy, be obedient if you know each other, or ......" There was a hint of ruthlessness in the eyes of the strong man in the lead, and he took a step forward and stood in front of Ron, condescending: "You don't have good fruit to eat......
"!"
Before the leading strong man could finish speaking, his voice was suddenly interrupted, and suddenly, Ron's figure flashed, and he stretched out his right hand like lightning and pinched the strong man's throat and lifted it.
The strong man's feet did not touch the ground, his expression changed in an instant, and he reached out to grab Ron's hand, but Ron's other hand quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, twisted suddenly, and there was a terrible bone breaking sound with a "click", and the strong man was in severe pain, and cold sweat quickly forced out of his forehead.
A cold killing machine rises in surprise!
In an instant, everyone was taken aback, not expecting Ron to make a sudden move, and the two strong men next to him quickly scolded angrily, and then pounced.
Ron quickly carried the leading strong man and threw it at the other thug, the thug couldn't dodge, and immediately smashed it and fell to the side, while the other was grabbed by Ron's hand and kicked on the calf, and remembered with a bone shattering sound, the thug screamed in pain, bowed to the ground, but his right hand was twisted at the same time, and fell to the other side.
The battle took place in the blink of an eye, and two strong men were badly wounded and fell to the ground, one of them still clutching his throat, staring at Ron in horror, coughing violently, and his expression was as terrible as hell.
The remaining intact thug crawled up and roared, "Damn it! Then lunged at Ron.
Ron dodged his attack, unceremoniously raised his fist and smashed it into his face, grabbing his hand, and the blade flew out like lightning straight into the thug's throat.
"What are you doing?" The blade was about to cut through the thug's throat when a crisp voice suddenly rang out.
Ron looked up, only to see that Sarina and a few militiamen had come to the front of him at some point, staring at them with a frown.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slammed his leg up and kicked the thug hard, sending him two meters away, before silently retracting his blade.
"Help, help, Sa...... Miss Sarina, he, he hit us! The gangster in the lead hugged his arm and immediately said in horror.
Sarina glanced at him, saw that his arm was broken, and quickly said, "Are you okay?" β
"I ...... My hand is broken, this demon has broken my hand, we have been bullied by him for no reason, woo, Miss Sarina, you have to call the shots for us, he is so ruthless! The leading strong man estimated that his acting skills were extremely high, and at this time he cried with a handful of snot and tears.
When Sarina heard this, she immediately stared at Ron and the others with a frown, and said unhappily, "What's going on?" How can you just hit someone? β
Avrilla was about to speak, but Ron waved her hand to retract it, shrugged and said, "I've already given them a chance, and it just so happens that they don't seem to appreciate it!" β
With a sullen look on her face, Sarina stared at Ron and said, "Mr. Ron, right?" β
"Yes!" Ron nodded.
Sarina turned her head and looked at him seriously: "Ron shows that it should be someone from Orlando Town, and now this town is gone, so I hope that no matter what the reason, Mr. Ron had better be cautious, if there is anything wrong with the other party, you can inform us or guard, naturally there are other ways to deal with it, violence cannot solve all problems!" β
Seeing her serious, Ron was silent for a moment, waved his hand and said, "I can go around their lives!" β
"I don't want you to spare their lives, Mr. Ron, everyone lives in this world as a complete life, only the devil will kill people without scruples, we have killed enough people in the past few days, I don't want to see more, so I hope that the next time Mr. Ron encounters this kind of thing, he can be merciful, and it is better not to do it if he can!" Sarina continued to look at him.
Ron didn't speak, squinting in silence.
"You may not think anything yet, but you broke their hands, if there is a cold or disease infection in a few days, they are very likely to die from it, we have no extra medicine and food, unless we can get to Winterfell as soon as possible, but Mr. Ron, you should know that it will take two days to get over now, I hope you can try to refrain as much as possible, if there is anything wrong, please explain it to me or vent it to me, Sarina is willing to solve all problems for you!" Sarina was righteous and awe-inspiring, and her pretty face was quite pale.
She had just led the militia convoy to suppress several riots, and she was quite prestigious among the people, plus she could use magic to save people, and many young and strong young men volunteered to be her flower messenger and elected her as the leader of the refugee team, and Sarina also volunteered to take on the role of protecting the team.
But after all, she was just a weak woman, and there were not many things she could manage, and she seemed tired after several days of hard work.
However, when Ron heard this, he paused, and frowned slightly: "Miss Pastor, you seem to be in the wrong place!" β
"Mr. Ron should have a certain amount of strength, there are still many people in need of help among the crowd, I hope that those who have strength can stand up on their own and contribute to everyone, not for the sake of a momentary struggle!" Sarina said tiredly.
Ron shrugged his shoulders, turned around and took Avrillan's hand and didn't want to say anything, but after thinking about it, he still turned his head and said, "The next time I meet them, I won't break my hand, but I will break my neck!" With that, he took AvrilΓ‘n's hand and walked away, ignoring them.
Sarina was stunned for a moment, and a sullen look appeared on her face: "You-"
She choked on and didn't continue, as if she had never seen someone as arrogant as Hibiki Ron.
"Miss Sarina, look at this man, he is not unreasonable at all, he is extremely arrogant, we had better tie him up and control him, or he will hurt the others sooner or later, and he has a sword in his hand just now-" The leading strong man said with a grim face, looking up at Ron and the two angrily.
Sarina frowned and was about to speak, but at this moment, Ron, who had just taken a few steps ahead, suddenly stopped and turned his head sharply to stare at the strong man.
Without warning, a figure like lightning pounced, the blade cut out like a poisonous snake, only to hear the sound of the blade cutting through the skin with a "poof", blood splattered, and the strong man's head was cut horizontally, falling to the ground in a round, smashing out a cloud of dust.
Everyone was taken aback, and immediately spurted with blood, and hurriedly retreated, raising their heads with frightened faces.
I saw that the headless corpse twitched violently, and then fell to the ground silently, blood shooting out.
The head's eyes were still wide open, and there was endless horror.
"Sorry, I just heard!"
Ron appeared next to him, wiped the blood from his blade and retracted it, turning back to Averlane.
"You, you, vomit-" Sarina saw the blood rushing to her stomach a little, quickly coughed a few times, stared up at Ron with a pale face, didn't know what to say, her soft and slender body was shaky, and there was no trace of blood on her face.
There was a sudden silence all around.
The silence was somewhat terrifying.