A thousand words were inextricably linked, and all the hesitation lasted only for a moment, only manifested in the two eyebrows that suddenly raised in the upper part of the eyes. The next moment, Ed, who reacted, suddenly slammed the open door back.

But it was too late. The straw-haired young man reached out and grabbed the doorframe, and as Ed slammed his shoulders into it, he used both arms together, his elbow against the side of the door. The two of them used a very strange posture to turn the current situation into a state of wrestling through the door.

Ed didn't compete with young people. The stalemate lasted only a second, and the young man threw one leg back, and with a sudden force of luck in his abdomen, he slammed the door open again, and by the way, Ed behind the door flew into the living room.

Straw stepped over the doorway, walked into the hallway, looked at Ed with sharp eyes, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and straightened his coat. Behind him, four button mermaids rushed in, and rushed directly to Ed without the commander's order, wanting to solve this trouble once and for all.

When the crisis came, Ed took a deep breath, but his brain calmed down like never before.

He bounced off a pile of broken glass on the coffee table beneath him, but was immediately kicked in the chest by two buttonmen. The two guys each kicked Ed's strong pectoralis major muscle, kicked the newly upright Ed back again, and sat down in the sofa chair after taking two steps back.

"Hell!" Ed raised his eyes, a cold anger rising from the depths of his dark eyes. He's fucking fed up today!

As the other two buttonmen on the other side raised their feet and stepped on him again as he sat in the sofa chair, Ed pushed his waist hard, rolled over, and landed on the floor behind the sofa over the back of the chair. The two buttonmen stepped into the air and sent themselves to Ed.

Ed was not polite at all, suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of one of the buttoners, pulled him up violently, lifted him into the air, and then slammed it to the floor at his feet. But soon Ed realized that this was not a good choice, and the floor of the apartment was carpeted, although it was a simple and cheap carpet, but it was very thick. The buttonman wasn't thrown into anything, he was still conscious, and he was struggling to get to his feet.

Ed grabbed him again and pulled him up again, this time throwing it at the wall to the side. The buttonman hit his head against the wall, made a "gaba" sound on his neck, and fell to the ground, did not move again, and did not know whether he was alive or dead. It could have been knocked unconscious, or it could have been killed.

Ed glanced at the buttonman lying on the ground, and suddenly heard a slight whistling sound in his ears. He turned his head, and a fist that covered the left side of his face slammed into the left side of his face.

Stumbling back, Ed's elbow touched the windowsill. And the buttonman who succeeded in the raid didn't throw away this opportunity, and quickly rushed behind Ed, locking Ed's neck from behind. Two of his remaining companions approached at the same time, and one of them kicked Ed in the stomach.

Ed held his breath, grabbed the arm that locked his neck with both hands, shifted his body to the point of force, and put all the weight on the arm of the buttonman behind him, and lifted his legs in the air and kicked on the body of another buttonman who wanted to rush in front of him again, kicking it away while the buttonman behind him also retreated continuously under the action of the reaction force, hitting the wall.

Sensing the slackening of his strength, Ed broke free from his neck and turned his head to press the buttonman's head against the wall. In the midst of intense pain, dizziness accompanied by a buzzing echo in the buttonman's brain. His eyes turned in circles, but he instinctively threw a punch at the figure in front of him.

Ed dodged the Buttonman's powerless and mindless blow, grabbed his body and slammed it into the wall again, then kicked him in the crook of the leg. The Buttonman was half-on the ground, and Ed grabbed him by the hair from behind, grabbed his head upwards, and punched him in the neck. The buttonman fell limply to the ground.

Ed gasped, then grabbed the buttonman's body and threw it forward, slamming into the arms of the other buttonman. Both of them lay on the ground, nearly tripping the last button man behind them. However, of course, no matter how bad his skills are, he stepped directly past the two people on the ground, and rushed shoulder-to-shoulder into Ed.

Ed took a step back, and the moment the button man crashed into his arms, he grabbed the other's chest and torso with both hands from top to bottom, and threw it backwards. The buttonman flew in the air with his head and feet, his head hit the sofa chair, and he fell over and behind the sofa. Ed was just about to step forward, but suddenly buttoned back, raised his hand to block a fist that was swinging, and the third buttonman who had just been dragged by him a little had already gotten up from the ground again, staring at him with a fierce face against his face.

Ed grabbed his arm and twisted his backhand, pressing his body and slamming his head on another small round table next to him, shattering the porcelain on it. Then he quickly turned around and kicked one foot into his arms. He looked up at the fourth buttonman, grabbed his ankle with both hands like pliers, lifted him upward, and flipped him to the ground, chasing him and stepping on him.

Then he turned around and saw that the man who had just been thrown on the table by him was groaning in a daze and trying to stand up, and he stepped forward with the same kick, and stomped down completely, never getting up again.

Sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, Ed gasped slightly and turned his head to look at the young man with straw blonde standing by a huge flower pot by the window on the other side of the living room, and saw that he was looking at him with a happy smile, and his interested eyes were full of inexplicable charm as if he had just borrowed from the eyes of the company's sales champion.

Ed didn't know what the man was thinking. No, Ed knew exactly what this man was thinking.

From beginning to end, from beginning to end, from beginning to end, this person has been standing on the side and watching, all he did was to walk from the entrance to the edge of the living room to the window inside, and the rest was to tilt his head and watch Ed put down several of his subordinates one after another, one move after another, without help or sound. It all seemed to have nothing to do with him, he was just a passer-by, an inconsequential bystander.

Of course, this is impossible. The smile on his lips said it all. His pleasure was about to overflow and flow to the ground. He smiled like a 200-ton doll.

"My name is Pierce." He said, clasping his hands in his trouser pockets and looking at Ed.

"I don't care what your name is," Ed gasped, his eyes meeting Pierce's, and quickly adjusted his strength as he quietly coped, "Your name has nothing to do with me." ”

"It's going to matter." Pierce said, raising his chin toward Ed, "Can you tell me who you are?" ”

"Ed. Private Detective. Second-rate detective. ”

"Detective, Eddard ...... Uh-huh, I remember" Not very obvious, the smile on Pierce's lips widened a little more pleasantly, "I didn't expect to meet you here." What a bonus, really. In every way. ”

"Looks like I've become a mature person for A.R.X?"

"Of course not. It's just that I learned a little bit about it from the organization before I was dispatched, and I noticed your name in it. Maybe it's because of your connections in the city bureau or something else, the organization seems to be very disapproving of doing it to you. But the encounter here shows that collisions between us should be inevitable. But even so, I can still give you a chance. ”

"I like that kind of talk. Let's hear it. ”

"Stop now, get out of here, stay out of here, don't mess around anymore, and I can promise you won't have any more trouble."

Pierce narrowed his smile as he said this. He seemed to be very serious.

The corners of Ed's mouth twitched, and he raised an eyebrow with a smile. "Interesting," he said, "it seems that everybody is trying to persuade me not to get involved in this mess of waters, and everybody says it's for my own good, friend or foe." Funny, you say, isn't it funny? ”

"I don't know who those people are, but I think you should listen to them. I don't know why they say that, but I say it because I want to avoid unnecessary headaches for the organization as much as possible - I like to beat around the bush, so I'll tell you straight. ”

"Do you want me to be thankful for that?"

"If you really have something like 'gratitude' bouncing up and down in your chest," Pierce pointed out the door, "then you'd better be explicit now." On behalf of A.R.X, I am not responsible for what you have done before. ”

To be honest, Ed likes Pierce. The man in front of him is very particular about some things, and it is difficult to find someone who is particular and can stick to it all the time. While most of it may be made up like sewer sludge, a small part of it is different. Ed couldn't say what the difference was, but it was something about that part that moved Eddard, making Pierce fundamentally different from thousands of lost stray dogs in his eyes, allowing him to distinguish each other from the pack at a glance at any time.

But he was destined to let him down. He shook his head simply.

"Really." The corners of Pierce's mouth showed a smile again, "Good...... That's great. ”