A few outcasts were gathering in the seventh room, secretly discussing some secret topic.

"Boss Carré, the money collected today is less than that, and a few bastards have started to lie to us, saying that they have given all the money to Littlefinger in the third room. ”

Hearing that, Carré's face turned gloomy again, and he said, "Damn it, did Littlefinger start collecting money too? ”

The beggar who spoke just now hesitated and said, "That, Boss Carré, Littlefinger doesn't have much contact with the beggar in the other house, I haven't seen him blackmail anyone, it's all nonsense and deception." ”

Carré looked at his companion and his face gradually turned unkind.

At this moment, suddenly a beggar ran into the seventh room outside the door, and whispered as he ran, "Quaid is back." ”

Carré said, "What does Quaid have to do with us, he won't listen to us anymore after the last incident. ”

"No, Boss Carré, Quaid has drunk a lot of wine and seems to be in a bad mood, and Marcus was beating him to death just now because he was running a little slower. ”

Hearing this, the faces of several beggars in the seventh room immediately appeared with fear, and there was indeed a wail from outside the broken house, followed by Quaid's insulting and insulting voices.

Quaid is the name of a group of beggars in the broken house, especially when he is drunk or in a bad mood, that is when the beggars run away in fear, unfortunately, the outside of the broken house will be guarded by several of Quaid's deputies at night, and the beggars are strictly forbidden to move outside at night.

"Don't hit me, please, don't hit me, Lord Quaid. ”

There were bursts of miserable beggar begging for mercy outside, and Quaid was drinking and going crazy tonight, which was a demon for the young beggar.

Loki can only leave the astral consciousness seed for the time being, and plans to cash in that little bundle of information later, after all, Quaid is a immediate trouble, and the sequelae such as severe headaches will have a temporary impact on him now.

"Little cub, you should be damned to hand over so many coppers, where is my money?"

Outside, there was another sound of flesh being beaten, and the howls of the beaten beggars became weaker and weaker, but the insults and frenzied beatings did not abate in the slightest.

The four-year-old Hazel covered her ears tightly, her big eyes were bursting with tears, and the other beggars next to her were no better, all of them trembling with fear all over their faces.

Loki frowned, and suddenly said to a few beggars in the room: "Hide, hide in their respective wall holes, get into the innermost part and don't come out, damn Jamie." ”

Originally, there was a dog hole in the third room that led to the outside of the wall, but since the last time Loki was captured by the Blue Moon Church, Jamie had blocked it with some gray stone mortar, and some of the secret passages in the other broken houses had been dealt with in the same way, all by a bunch of goddamn human traffickers.

The beggar was beaten and dying just now, Quaid went to the first room to collect the money, and the slightest dissatisfaction with him was a violent beating, Loki's sonic hearing was very sensitive, and he could clearly hear Quaid's footsteps and go to the broken house next door.

In the second room, the drunken Quaid was clearly not satisfied, and he swung his fist at a beggar who had not paid enough, and the muffled sound of flesh hitting continued to sound, and soon the beggar was knocked unconscious.

Loki's heart was a little low, he still lacked the capital to fight Quaid, the other party was a gangster trafficker with combat experience, and at the same time, he had at least the strength of a fifth-level apprentice, and there was an irreparable gap between body and experience.

Another nine-year-old girl, who tried to kneel and beg for mercy, was grabbed by Quaid's leg and thrown against the wall, and the little girl was quickly beaten to a dead end with a few bangs on the wall.

The broken door of the third room was pushed open from the outside, and Quaid's stout figure appeared in the doorway, and he drunkenly glanced around the room.

"Are you the only half-elf cub, or are they all hiding?"

"Children, children, Daddy Quaid has come to see you, don't play hide and seek with me, or I'll catch them one by one and bury your little heads in the mud. ”

Loki gritted his teeth and said, "There's money they begged for on the table, take your money, and they're not here." ”

Quaid's eyes widened, and he yelled with a mouthful of wine, "What are you talking about, half-elf cub?"

"I think that if old Anthony takes a fancy to me, he will have the capital to discuss with me?"

The muscles on both sides of Loki's little face trembled, and after a moment, he finally lowered his head and didn't look at Quaid's twisted and intimidating face.

"That's right, little half-elf mongrel, every beggar here knows that there is no good in fighting against my Quaid. ”

"Now, let me look for the kid hide-and-seek, it's such an exciting game. ”

With that, Quaid walked to the nearest hole in the wall, where he held the flask in one hand and reached in with the other and began to dig it up.

In the hole in the wall is a ten-year-old beggar Crude, who usually has little communication with Loki, he begs silently every day, and is often beaten outside in a broken house, never knowing how to resist, and not knowing when he will die silently and tragically.

Claude struggled and kicked Quaid's finger, which made Quaid angry, and he put down the flask, showing a few punches deep into the hole, and after feeling the beggar screaming in pain, he grabbed the beggar out of the hole in the wall with his big hand.

Quaid held the beggar Crud in one hand, like a struggling little mouse.

"Haha, I've got you, let's taste the punishment of failed hide and seek. ”

Loki's masseter muscles were tense, and he didn't look up, but there was still a clear sound of beggar screaming in his ears, and the muffled sound of the punch hitting the beggar's body made the half-elf boy's fist tremble slightly, and he felt a faint pain in the severed finger of his left hand.

Quaid vented frantically for a while before letting go of the beggar, who was no longer able to wail, and he turned to look at the half-elf boy who was standing still.

"Yes, half-elf bastard, I didn't find a reason to beat you up, and let you go. ”

Quaid burped and said, "But I'm not going to let them go." ”

A foul smell of wine sprayed on the half-elf boy's face, and Quaid walked to the other holes in the wall, where he bent down to see one of the beggar's legs exposed.

Quaid grabbed the beggar's leg and pulled it out and threw it on the ground, watching the beggar keep crawling back into the hole, but his legs were inconvenient, Quaid laughed out loud and pointed to the beggar's obviously lame leg.

"I remember you, little lame, lame Lynn, that was still my masterpiece. ”

Quaid set the flask aside, and as if he had found something more interesting, he walked over and stepped on Lynn's lame leg.

"Let him go. ”

A low, indifferent voice sounded, it was a half-elf boy with his head bowed slightly.

"Oh, what? I heard you right, half-elf bastard, are you talking?"

Loki looked up slowly, "I said—let him go." ”