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Ed had crazy days, crazy lives. He remembers them, loves them, and hates them. They were chasing after him, and no matter how far he had run or how fast he had run, he could not get rid of them. In fact, he had never thought of actually getting rid of them - he might have had some unrealistic idea at some time of confusion, and had tried to show his fangs and turn around and bite them, but it was only temporary. People can't get rid of their past, because they are their own past, they are themselves a collection of their own past, they are undifferentiated individuals who are shaped by the past, restrained by the past, and achieved by the past. The past is a part of life, and the only thing you can do is to learn to accept it, and then learn to use it, learn to look at it from different angles and attitudes, and try to discover the part of it that is really meaningful to you as a guide on your future path.

Ed had experienced enough madness, but now, in this city, the city called Stuttgar, he found that it always had a way of making itself interesting.

The battle started suddenly, but it made sense. Ed could have imagined it—and of course he could have imagined it—that similar scenes would play out every day in Stuttgar's corners, and maybe not even in the corners, but in public, but not necessarily every scene. Sub-participation is it. But if you think about it again, there is an order. There must be a lot of people involved, after all, the police are a very busy and dangerous profession in this day and age - and the pay is not high. Ed remembered that Marcy had talked to him about it a long time ago, and she wasn't saying anything about it, but it was clearly very bad.

Luckily - it had nothing to do with Eddard, and he didn't need to be upset with Marcy about it. It's so comfortable. If you look carefully, it turns out that life is really full of things to celebrate, heha.

Cole's strong, strong, sexy, swarthy, shoulder-like and rock-like body with thick shoulders like elephant legs and fine muscles like rocks drew a graceful arc in the air - yes, he was knocked away by old Duroc - and fell heavily on the hard, hairless ground under the viaduct, with a heavy "thud". Less than ten meters above his head was the snow, a thick, soft snow field that grew overgrown with weeds after spring. But poor old Duroc was no longer at the peak of his life, and he didn't have the strength to beat him to that place.

The crowd of homeless people around them who saw this scene let out a neat exclamation like seeing a strange landscape like a blue whale crossing its tail. They seemed to be deliberately controlling and lowering their volume, but it was clear that their volume control system had not been serviced in a long time, and the awkward noise of the untimely and unique onlookers sounded no different than the shrill screams that filled people's ears when killing pigs. They obviously all knew Cole, they knew what role he was playing in this place, what he was capable of, and what he was capable of. So for the operation that the seemingly obvious body size can only be said to be normal-a slightly sturdy old man with sideburns and beard who was able to knock such a figure out like a sandbag with one punch, none of them was mentally prepared, and as a result, the lid of the pot exploded into the sky.

Even Ed, at this time, applauded in amazement, frowned, and clapped his hands silently. He'd seen the old detective's hard temper, but he hadn't really seen what he looked like when he started to do it. And now he sees it, and it really matches his temper, hard enough, strong enough, solid enough.

How is this guy in his forties and still a woman, isn't his congenital condition very top?

Thinking so, Ed unchained his jacket, pulled the cigarette case and lighter out of his pocket, and lit a cigarillo for himself. In the cold air, the boring white smoke slowly rose upward, because there was no wind, so it floated for a long time, and it gradually dissipated after drifting to a high place. And at this time, Cole finally got up from the ground.

The eldest brother lay on the ground for a long time. The eldest brother lay on the ground for about half a year. The eldest brother seemed to be a little confused.

Anyone can tell that this guy's face should be in pain, because he has been rubbing it with his own hands, rubbing it hard. But maybe it's because the eldest brother's physique is too good, or his skin is too thick, or his complexion is too dark, and he can't see the swelling of the place when he rubs it, and he can't even see a bruise.

As he rubbed it, he stared at old Duroc with both eyes, and his expression seemed to be about to take care of this old strip. Even the meat, wool, and clothes were all given to them, and they gritted their teeth and chewed them and ate them.

"Well played, old fellow!"

The eldest brother laughed fiercely, and let out a low roar like a beast came out of his throat. Then he jerked forward and rushed towards Old Duroc - it was clear that he wasn't going to leave it at that, the punch Old Duroc gave him was just the beginning of the fight!

The old detective didn't know what he was swearing—Ed was sure he had opened his mouth to curse at that moment, but he didn't hear the specifics. In fact, Old Duroc didn't make it clear at all, and he didn't even say it all, and he was knocked out by Big Brother Cole. This strong man is a brute bull when he runs!

Good! Now it's okay, but there's no need to talk nonsense. Hit it!

The big brother's blow was much harder than the punch that Old Duroc had just hit him, and it was much more powerful, so Old Duroc flew much farther. He remained in the air for almost two seconds before falling to the ground, then rolled like a wheel several times, stumbling all the way to the feet of the crowd of onlookers around him, to the very edge of the circle.

The crowd cheered, and the wanderers were shouting excitedly, clapping their palms vigorously for the battle in front of them, lest the world would not be chaotic. Before the elder Duroc's eyes could regain his strength, he felt someone grab his arm and pull him up.

He shook his head vigorously, then realized that it was the wanderers behind him who had dragged him off the ground, and then the next moment they had pushed him back into the circle.

"Come again!" They shouted with all their might, "Go, fight!" ”

“……”

Ed, who was watching the excitement together, couldn't help but squint his eyes at this time - what kind of people are these? How did it feel like things were starting to get a little weird?

Ed didn't know if it was just him who felt the same way, but even if old Duroc was on his own mind, he didn't have the time or time to talk to him about it. Once again, he faced his big brother.

This time, the two of them can be said to have no such thing as who will strike first and who will come later. In the first round, the elder Duroc punched the big brother first, and in the second round, the eldest brother hit the elder Duroc first. And this time they face each other face each other in the circle, and the competition has to be each other's real hard skills.

Ed also reined in his spirits and focused his attention on the battle in the field. He smoked a cigar leisurely, squinted his eyes, and touched the back of his waist with one hand, ready to deal with any special situation that needed to be treated differently. If things get to the point where things get bad, he's not prepared to play by the rules like an idiot who doesn't know how to change. What's more, there are no rules at all.

Then, under Ed's gaze, Big Brother's fist was called out to the side of Old Duroc's face. However, although the physical situation is a little bit worse, the ability to respond to crises that the veteran detective has cultivated over the years still plays a role. His head tilted back, and he dodged the blow of his eldest brother to the limit. The fist, which was almost half the size of the old detective's head, swept past his beard, and the whistling fist almost straightened his cheeks.

Turning around, the old detective swirled as if dancing, slightly widened the distance between him and the eldest brother, and then kicked the eldest brother in the waist. The eldest brother took a step back and used his strong body to carry the old Duroc's kick, and at the same time bullied forward and raised his leg to hit him with a knee. The old detective put his hands down and blocked the eldest brother's knees, but his body also flew up in the air because of this strong reaction force.

The eldest brother seized the opportunity and punched the old detective. The old detective immediately bent his legs and retracted them, kicked his two feet together on the eldest brother's fist, and somersaulted twice in mid-air before falling back to the ground again, and at the same time instantly rushed out on all fours like a leopard, punching the eldest brother. And in the face of the old detective's ferocious counterattack, the eldest brother did not show weakness, stood in place and did not dodge, and also punched -

The two fists collided together, and it seemed as if the air was shaken. The surrounding crowd let out a sharp scream and erupted into an orgasm.

Feeling the intense pain that was transmitted through the fist skull, the eldest brother's eyes widened, and he grabbed the old detective's wrist with his backhand, and a beautiful, violent, and non-standard over-the-shoulder fall slammed the old Duroc's body in the air, and fell backwards to the ground, and then aimed at the thick bearded hard face and punched down.

Old Duroc was almost relieved by this sudden fall, but in the end he recovered. He sideways dodged the eldest brother's straight punch, let the ear rub him hit the ground, and then bent his knees and slammed into the eldest brother's head, shaking the eldest brother backwards, and he took the opportunity to turn over, punched the side of the eldest brother's face, and then kicked him in the chest, kicking him to the ground.

But at the moment when he chased forward, the eldest brother lying on the ground suddenly slammed the ground with one hand, his body rose in the air, and his legs kicked forward at the same time. Old Duroc was caught off guard, and before he could bend his elbow, the whole person was kicked out, fell to the ground, and rolled around the wheels before he stood firm.

The eldest brother also stood up. He looked at the old detective with a fierce look on his face.