"Hey, Mr. Arnold, give Chuck a keg of beer and count it on my account. Anxious to hear the truth, Nubi didn't mind the money for a keg of beer. Although he is called Nubi Boss, he is still far from Haute, he is just a bastard looking for money everywhere. It's not like Haut, who occupies a street and has a steady stream of money falling into his pocket every day.

His intuition told him that this time, maybe it was his chance.

Hearing Nubi's shout, Arno brought a barrel of beer from behind the bar and carried it into the crowd.

As he put the beer on the table, Arno casually asked, "Why, I just heard you say that Hout is dead?"

"It's Chuck who said it, Mr. Arnold. "Respect for Arnold, or for everyone at the Bauhinia Tavern, for the people of Sin City. Because, this tavern is something that everyone can't afford to mess with.

The assassinated lord of Sin City has set the best example for everyone. In the Bauhinia Tavern, you can drink and curse the street, but you can't fight, and you can't be disrespectful to the staff of the tavern, otherwise the tavern won't guarantee what will happen to you, but it will guarantee that you won't even have a chance to regret it.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the rest of Sin City didn't dare to open another tavern, they probably wouldn't have come here to drink again.

"How did you die, was you killed?" asked Arno, who knew Haute's name. After all, there are only so many streets in Sin City, and Haute is also a figure worthy of a name.

"Chuck was about to say, would you like to come and listen?" Nubi said, getting out of the way so Arno could get into the middle of the crowd.

"Chuck, aren't you still talking?" Seeing Arno walk in, Nubi turned around and urged Chuck to hurry up.

Even if Chuck still had the heart to continue to hang his appetite, he didn't dare to say anything at this time. What's more, he was already satisfied with being able to get a barrel of beer.

Glancing nostalgically at the barrel in front of him, with Arno here, Chuck could only regretfully wait until he finished telling his story before continuing to drink.

"Mr. Arnold, I was in a room on the side of the street when Haut was killed. "Everyone here knows what kind of business Haute runs. And what Chuck was doing at that time, everyone knew by heart. However, at this time, no one was funny, just urging him to continue.

It was the first time that Chuck had been treated like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud, clearing his throat, and then he continued: "It's a group of outsiders who have a conflict with Haute. At least I've never seen them in Sin City. They appeared on Black Rose Street and were stopped by Haute's men. ”

Then, when they were about to leave, Haute appeared with his men. Looking at the dress of that group of people, there should be a lot of good goods under their hands, Haute wants to eat black and eat black. Chuck's words carry his own speculation, but it is not far from the truth.

"And then, Hout's men were killed by the group instead of a single blow?" one of the Assassins asked. As an Assassin, he knew that if the Assassin's attack did not work, the consequences would be terrible.

"There was no attack, and Haout's men did not launch any attack at all. Chuck said mysteriously, seeing that everyone else had doubtful expressions as they wished, he continued: "Those assassins didn't even come close, and they were discovered. ”

"This can't be!" The first to veto was the assassin just now: "How high is it necessary to be able to spot an assassin in the stealth." Even the city lord didn't have such a strong ability. ”

Seeing the others looking at him, the Assassin explained, "When the Assassin stealth, all of his fluctuations are hidden to the point that they are barely detectable until the moment they attack. Some people dodged the Assassins' attacks, and they were discovered at the beginning of the Assassins' attacks. But to be able to spot sneaking assassins, apart from some special skills that have been lost, I've never heard of them. ”

Hearing this, the other Assassin professions in the crowd nodded silently, as they knew it. And the other professions also showed expressions of sudden realization at this time, with such strength, it seems that Haute has provoked people who can't be provoked.

"And then, how many of them are there, and how long did it take to kill Haute?" asked someone in the surrounding crowd. They are clear about Haute's strength, as long as they figure out these two issues, they will have a general understanding of their strength.

"I don't think you can imagine the answer. At this time, Chuck's mind flashed the scene of Haut's death again, and he couldn't help swallowing and spitting, and his face was a little pale.

"Since we can't imagine it, then you can just say it. Nubi said impatiently, Chuck kept selling off, which made him a little impatient.

"At the beginning, an archer and a druid attacked, and the assassins, some of whom were shot in the thighs by bows and arrows, and some of whom were directly surrounded by thorn bushes, had no power to resist at all. And in the end, one of them, with only one move, killed all of them. Not even Haut's body could be found. ”

After Chuck's words, the whole audience fell silent, if the truth is really as he said, then what kind of strength will this group of people be?

"Chuck, you're not lying to us, are you?" asked someone in the crowd after a long time.

"I vouch for my life, and I certainly didn't lie. Now there are no bodies left on Black Rose Street, not even bloodstains. But if you look at it, there is not a single person left. Chuck patted his chest and swore an oath.

The others were skeptical, but Arno just listened with a smile. Unlike others, Arnold knew that there were people in the world who could do just that. Moreover, although there are not too many such people, they are not a few.

Maybe there was a strong man passing by, and Grandor should have known who was going to pass through here recently. Arno thought this in his mind, and at this time, he heard Li Mo's voice calling him.

"Arno, we're leaving. Li Mo and the others stood near the stairs, ready to say goodbye to Arno.

"Yes, Mr. John. Arno agreed, and was about to come to them to say goodbye when he heard an exclamation from behind him.

"Ah, he was the one who killed Haute. ”