The brawl between the four of them was fought very quickly, almost in a matter of minutes.

A strong man stood in front of Zhao Qian panting, he looked at this person with his hands crossed, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go." The man nodded. That's what power brings.

"Click, click." Push under your feet.

Zhao Qian quietly trampled off the two leg bones of the short man under his feet. The sound of bones shattering rang out in the silent alley, accompanied by the muffled grunt of the short man on the ground.

The two people who sat on the ground took a breath of cold air and chills, one of them dislocated his hand, and the other of his whole body. The other fell to the ground, with less air in and more out.

There are things where actions are much more useful than threats.

is like Wu Zhenyu in "Crazy Boy" said, "When you come out to mix, you have to talk about credibility, and if you say that you will let the whole family die, let his whole family die." ”

"Don't come here." A thug looked at Zhao Qian walking towards them and said pleadingly. He moved as best he could. But he was unmoved.

"Ahh There were several pore-inducing screams in the alley.

It's over.

The strong man walked in front, and Zhao Qian followed behind, and walked away.

The two men in the alley listened to the distant footsteps, but they couldn't do anything.

Zhao Qian walked behind the gangster in front of him, and the more he walked, the more homeless people on the street, the wandering warbler, and the people who came out to play at night also increased.

Gentlemen in top hats, silent coachmen in black, and more stalls on the streets that were not available during the day.

Although Edison's electric light greatly increased the amount of time people could use, in the eyes of some gamblers, there was no night or day in this world, only winning and losing.

"Is this it?" Zhao Qian stood in front of an exotic tavern and asked the gangster next to him.

Just the brightly dressed welcoming women in front of the store will lose a lot of color from the warblers on the street, not to mention the loud shouts of gambling inside.

The wine and money and the lit candlelight were more like a pile of ruins in Zhao Qian's eyes. Compared to their own lives, none of this bullshit. Whether it's where he stands now, or in modern times many years later, some of humanity's primordial dynamics seem to have never changed. If there is a change, it's just the packaging.

"Take the money here and go find a wandering warbler. I hope I don't see you tonight. He grabbed a handful of coins from his hand, and among them was a large franc.

"Yes, sir." The gangsters seemed to be in the right place. He took the coins with a slight smile, lowered his head, and a glimmer of inexplicable and unattractive light flashed in his eyes.

With a humble face, he walked quickly in the opposite direction, not daring to turn back.

As he turned around and walked into an alley, a strong hand grabbed him from behind. He felt like he was choking and wanted to scream.

The gangster's hands and feet struggled, but he was held down by Zhao Qian with his other hand.

The two of them looked like old friends who had been joking about them for years, and the somewhat strong thug's face was red from breathing, like a drunken man. In addition to the pain in the face.

"What's the matter, my friend, let's go find a place to vomit and then drink again." Zhao Qian forcibly dragged this guy away, and said some nonsense that he didn't know what to do. Let the uninformed see it and think that the two drunks are catching up.

Feeling that the person in his hand was gradually silent, Zhao Qian put the corpse in his hand in this small alley. Let him sit on the ground with his back against the wall, looking like a drunk man who can't find his way and falls asleep.

He walked out of the dark alley without any pressure, he didn't show any panic, just like the people on the street.

and straightened his clothes. I heard a familiar chime.

"Your strangulation deals 50 damage to Old Jack's men."

"Old Jack's men are currently at -10 health."

"Old Jack's men are dead."

"Milestone: Murderer Activation: You have killed 1/100 innocent civilian. You still need to kill 99 innocent civilians to earn the title of murderer:"

Well, it's time to go get the clues.

Zhao Qian looked up at the sign of the tavern above his head, walked towards the tavern, and the waiter standing in front of the door pushed open the door for him, and he walked in.

Taverns in the 19th century, especially when social classes were still distinct.

This tavern may be much better than some, but it still doesn't change the fact that this is not the place where the best people come.

The air was filled with the smell of smelly feet and sweat, and the smell of wine belched in the air, and gamblers were playing poker excitedly or throwing dice into the dice clock. There are also a small number of people who drink and talk quietly on the other side.

Zhao Qian stood at a table, he frowned and looked at the crowd for a while before moving to another place.

The smell wasn't even unbearable, and he had smelled even more disgusting.

"Man, have a glass of ale."

Sitting on a chair next to the bar, Zhao Qian familiarly tossed a coin to the table, like a regular customer who often came here.

But the bartender who wiped the cup still directly debunked the strange stranger in front of him.

"Foreigner, it's 5 raw cups."

He said lightly, as if he was sure that the guy in front of him had no relatives and no reason here. Obviously, the most primitive method of remembering people is everywhere.

didn't throw more money out, Zhao Qian just sat there.

"I'm not here to drink. I'm new here. ”

"Oh, what's that?" The bartender continued to wipe the clear glass, unmoved. In fact, he has already received many people who want to cheat on drinking with this kind of guest.

"There's something wrong with Roger's shoelaces."

"What?" The bartender stopped what he was doing, and his beard became clear under the candlelight. He was expressionless, as if to check if there was a problem with one of the words of the person in front of him.

"I want to see Old Jack." Zhao Qian said. Seeing the expression of the man in front of him, he was somewhat sure that the strong man had not lied to him. It's not very common for people to see the boss of this area.

The bartender lowered his head, and he carefully stacked the cup in his hand, as if he were doing something great. The mouth is open and closed, and to outsiders it looks more like he is humming some minor tune for self-amusement.

"He doesn't have time right now."

"What?"

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out on the second floor of the tavern, making the tavern that had been noisy just now suddenly quiet. It was the sound of a flintlock pistol. Although this weapon has long been eliminated by the army in recent years, many nostalgic people still use it.

"Hagrid, the Trouser Gang isn't anyone's lackey!"

A mid-air roar came from a room on the second floor, making his anger felt by everyone who heard the voice. What's more, before that, he also fired a shot.

Look, the bartender gave Zhao Qian, who was sitting next to him, such an expression. Raise a large amber glass bottle and fill up the cup in front of him.

As if to tell him that Old Jack was busy.

He sat down in a chair and took a sip of wine.

Something is wrong. If you kill someone, you should have called someone to dispose of the body. But old Jack didn't, and it was eerily quiet up there. It's a little weird.

According to the thinking of ordinary people, it is necessary to dispose of the corpse as soon as possible. During this period, the bodies of dead people are almost equated with infectious diseases.

Or there is an explanation that his opponent is not dead yet.