"Yala! Black Pine! Again—another dozen!"

In the noisy and dimly lit Sunset Bar, Quaid gasped and lay on the bar, glass after glass, pouring the wine into his mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, big man, there's no money to tip, no black pine wine!"

Yala, who was standing behind the bar, brought up two large glasses of black pine wine with an unhappy face, and unceremoniously slammed them on the bar, "For your father's sake, these are the last two glasses! Give you thirty seconds to drink it, and then get out of here! Every extra hour you sit here, the profits of our bar, no, the entire underground shopping mall, will drop by 10%!"

Quaid was already a little dizzy, but even in the crowded bar, Yara's pungent voice could still be heard far away, and feeling the gaze of the drinkers around him, and the possible laughter in their hearts, Quaid felt a fire in his heart.

I was the "Blood Axe" Quaid Roda who terrified the entire XC District back then, if not, if it wasn't for that incident - how could I now, even a bar girl dare to bully me?

Even the bald Spin, who debuted two years later than himself, dared to laugh at himself at the beggar, laughing at his following words-

Grass!

"Small-eyed chick!" Quaid gritted his teeth, shook his heavy head, stood up, reached out and grabbed Yara's hand, dragged her in front of him across the bar, and yelled viciously, "I said it!

The whole bar fell silent.

The XC District is the famous chaotic place in Eternal Star City, and the underground shopping mall is the famous chaotic place in the XC district - especially after the Brotherhood of the Dark Street took over ten years ago, and the Sunset Bar is the operating center of this chaotic place, and the people in the Sunset Bar are basically either affiliated with the Brotherhood of the Streets or people who come to the Brotherhood of the Streets.

So when Quaid grabbed Yala's hand and roared, everyone in the bar looked like they were watching a show, and they didn't make a sound or stop it.

Quaid's head became more and more grozy, but he still felt that the wrist he had grabbed was so smooth and soft, and the dark fragrance of Yara's body came faintly, and in the dim light of the bar's candlestick, Yara at close range, her short brown hair looked neat, and her smooth face and delicate contours looked clearer than usual, so Quaid thought a lot for a while.

Yara also seemed to be frightened by him, and looked at this former gold medal fighter in surprise, but now a down-and-out drunkard.

When the cacophony of drinkers died down, a dazed Quaid felt vaguely satisfied, and he felt that his actions were receiving the attention they deserved.

But soon, when he turned his gaze to Yala, his wine gradually sobered up.

So the desperate pleasure just now gradually turned into fear and trembling.

Yala Saliton, Quaid is one of the few people who knows her full name. This beautiful woman, Quaid, remembers in her mind what her father told him to "stay away from her" and what he had seen and heard at the Sunset Bar several times.

And this pungent and seductive "bar girl" is staring at him with playful eyes at the moment.

Quaid's jaw began to tremble unconsciously:

"Yala, that, I'm not..."

But before Quaid reacts—

"Click!"

His hand that grabbed Yala was clasped by the latter's backhand!

In the next second, Quaid's middle and index fingers were reversed!

A sharp pain ensued from the heart.

"Ahh

Quaid screamed in pain, his face distorted.

But before it was over, Yara grabbed his outstretched hand with a fierce face and slammed it in the opposite direction of the elbow joint!

"Click!"

"Ahhh

The sound of the elbow joint being misaligned came at the same time as Quaid's screams.

Before Quaid could finish begging for mercy, this neat woman took advantage of her strength, and her slender left leg in ultra-short leather pants stepped onto the bar and smashed Quaid's neck!

"Well done little Yara, don't disgrace the boss!"

"This skill can apply for the Terminator Swordsman Training!"

"I'm wearing safety pants!"

"I swear I saw it! I bet she's wearing black!"

The surrounding drinkers instantly resumed their staggered liveliness, and one by one they cheered Ya up.

"Listen, you gorilla!"

Yala stared fiercely at Quaid, who was overwhelmed, standing behind the bar with one foot, her left leg pressed against the bar, and her right hand clasped Quaid's outstretched arm, showing her graceful and slender figure at a glance.

She slowly pulled out a strangely shaped knife from the holster on her boot on her left leg—the blade and hilt were not in a straight line, and from a distance it looked like a wolf's leg.

Then, without changing his face, he stabbed it vertically into Quaid's palm!

The tip of the knife was nailed into the bar.

The boopers' cheers grew louder.

"Woooooo

Yala slowly lowered her upper body, unleashed her perfect flexibility, and approached Quaid's sobbing face, whistling and smiling.

Then his face turned fierce and fierce, and he spat out words in a rhythmic (but chilling) and amorous voice:

"Quaid Roda—"

"I don't care whose son you are, or what kind of beggar leader you are, or what kind of black account thug-"

"But fuck you, listen to me—"

"From now until the end of the world—"

"If you dare, show up in the old lady's bar-"

"I'll take you, down, face, that, words, son-"

"One by one—"

"Minced into scraps—"

"Mixed into the wine—"

"One bite at a time—"

"I'm pouring it on you—"

"Got it?"

When Quaid cried out, shielding his impaled right palm and escaping from the Sunset Bar under the laughter of the drinkers and Yala's disdainful eyes, Yara clapped her palms and wiped the blood from the wolf's leg knife with a look of disgust, as if it were not blood, but the slime of the demon of hell.

Yara turned her head unhappily to see the drinkers still staring at the bar, some of them with ulterior motives and lustful eyes.

"Whoever dares to look at it again, pay twice as much for the wine!"

After dropping a harsh remark to divert the drinker's attention from her back to the wine, Yara viciously threw the rag down and went into the back kitchen.

"That's enough, isn't it? I did what you said, and I specifically said something about his 'that'. ”

Yala grabbed a bottle of white wine, and a multi-purpose knife suddenly appeared in the palm of her left hand, and she neatly uncorked the bottle.

"Of course, of course, Miss Yara. In the back kitchen, Quaid's deputy, the actual manager of the beggar business, Nar Rick gently lifted the black top hat on his head, smiled and nodded: "I hope he can restrain a little in the future, from uncontrolled alcoholism to bottomless abuse of beggars, the Brotherhood can't wipe his ass all the time." ”

"You're trying to say that you can't wipe his ass all the time. Yara took a quick sip of wine, and Rick suddenly felt that this rude gesture seemed more appropriate and fresh and inviting to Yara.

"That's right, because the interests of the Brotherhood are my interests. Rick smiled and unconsciously touched the back of his neck.

"Are you sure it really works? Why do I think that someone like him will find more trouble when he goes back, such as getting angry with your beggar?"

You know him, Rick thought.

"Actually, I don't know if it works, because I don't know him either, but," Rick shook his head helplessly—which was already his signature gesture of innocence and heartetity—"He has been going on to get worse lately, and three days ago, for a ridiculous reason, he beat up one of the seedlings I thought I liked, and if it weren't for the fact that the child was relatively smart, there would have been one more seedling that had died at Quaid's hands." ”

I didn't know you were so generous and righteous, Yala rolled her eyes in the bottom of her heart.

At this point, Rick's gaze suddenly became determined.

"So I decided I couldn't go on like this. He had to be warned—or he would sooner or later ruin my hard-earned business. ”

"Well, you don't have to explain to me so many reasons for 'I had to kill my boss'. ”

Yala yawned and waved Rick away.

"I didn't say I was going to kill him-"

"Anyway, I'll pay the agreed honorarium quickly, and I'll only take cash," Jarra interrupted Rick, who lazily finished her white wine and stuck out her tongue to lick the last drop of the bottle into her mouth—an action that made Rick's heart flutter—and that you still have to pay for the drink he owes today." ”

Especially—Yara narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Rick who had gone away after taking off his hat in salute.

- Don't think I don't know, you made Quaid's wine today.

No one else recognized it, but I, Yara at Sunset Bar, knew that Quaid was drinking a high concentration of chaka spirits.

Unlike drunken liquor, chaka was often poured on death row prisoners on the Western Front, shackled and ready to charge, and the drunk man could move without hindrance, but his mind was not clear.

So, Nar Rick - are you sure you have too much money to spend, and you don't really want to kill him?

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When Quaid returned to the big stone gate in front of the abandoned house full of shame, pain, and drunkenness—he didn't live in the Black Street headquarters, and Quaid felt that anyone in the house who knew the inside story seemed to be staring at his lower body when they saw him—two hurried thugs happened to pass behind the wall, and their small talk came from afar.

"Have you heard? The beggars are spreading a rumor that Boss Quaid is no longer a man—"

"What do you mean? Can he still become a woman?"

"Stupid, I mean Quaid was castrated! I heard that a few years ago in the streets of Karima, when collecting accounts, in a murderous mansion - the one left by the Earl of Norfolk and his family after they were hanged - something very strange happened, everyone said that a female ghost in red cut off the bottom of him, and cleaned it up. ”

For a moment, Quaid felt blood all over his body rush to his head.

The next moment, he roared out of control and threw himself out from behind the wall, holding one of the thugs by the neck!

"Who! who said that! What bastard!"

"Which bastard!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

The other thug took a few steps back in a panic.

Quaid pressed the man in his hand to the ground fiercely, and the tighter and tighter he strangled, but the pierced right palm was a little unbearable.

After all, he was the famous thug leader of the Brotherhood back then, and he was also a top fighter in the mortal rank, even if the decadence over the years had reduced his physical strength and his skills had regressed, as long as it wasn't for the female snitch of the Saliton family just now, he could still beat the average thug, especially now, Quaid felt that the anger all over his body had turned into inexhaustible strength.

"Boss Quaid - it was all rumors, we didn't believe it - ah!" Quaid jerked his head like a beast!

The thug who was defending was fiercely scared back.

But he immediately saw that the other companion was already pale, and he was out of breath and out of breath.

The thug who couldn't stop retreating looked at Quaid's fierce light, and his face was full of fear: "Ah, yes, it's all rumors spread by those beggars, boss, it's really not our fault, you, you just ask those beggars!"

"Click!" was the sound of a broken neck.

The thug who had been choked by Quaid was out of breath.

And Quaid slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes full of the fierce light of choosing people to devour, and the strength of tonight's drinking was so great that he was gradually losing even the last bit of reason.

The only remaining thugs were trembling all over, and when they saw that the situation was not good, they shouted and crawled away with their belts.

Quaid wanted to chase after him, but he was so drunk that he couldn't run at all.

He gasped fiercely, looked at the corpse under his feet, felt puzzled, and kicked several more times before shaking his head and walking towards the twenty or so abandoned houses.

Quaid didn't think about why the thugs who were patrolling tonight (which is very necessary to keep an eye on the beggars) didn't show up at all, he just had a rush in his head to find the people who were laughing at him.

Then, one by one, torture them to death.

Quaid, who had just killed someone, felt like a long-lost shackle had been opened from his brain, and he had returned to the old days of making a living.

These damn little thieves, he thought viciously, since you dare to spread rumors, you will have to pay the price.

Damn thief.

The thug who had escaped trembled and crawled out of the big stone door of the abandoned house and bumped into Rick under the tree outside the door.

"Mr. Rick!" the thug saw Rick as if he had seen a savior, "Boss Quaid - Quaid is crazy! Didn't you say, didn't you say that we must have run away?

"Pearson didn't make it out?he, he was given by Quaid?" Rick seemed taken aback.

After receiving the confirmation of the thug's crying, Rick shook his head gloomily: "It's my fault, I thought Quaid would hide in shame when he heard the news - there is no way, you go and close the big stone gate, lock Quaid in the abandoned house area, and then prepare the carriage, and we will leave immediately." ”

"Okay—Mr. Rick, where are we going?" the frightened thug nodded when he heard that he was leaving, not even thinking about what to do with the beggars who were also inside.

"Go to the headquarters and find Boss Morris. ”

Watching the thugs pounce on the big stone door, reach out and close the double open door, and insert the stone lock, Rick's face suddenly became solemn.

Now, Quaid will definitely find all the beggars, and there must be the person the "ghost" wants.

I had advanced my work and rest time for the day, it was not yet late, and Quaid had most of the time in the middle of the night to take care of the beggars.

Whether it is torture or killing, it is the ghost, the assassin, that is the thing to care about, since he is interested in the beggars, then when these beggars are destroyed, what will he do?

First of all, there is definitely no time to come to yourself.

If he's here to find some beggar, then Quaid will be killed by him, so that the Brotherhood of the Streets will take over tomorrow and there will be no trouble for himself.

If he's here to kill some beggar, maybe he'll watch Quaid (which is very likely, never underestimate the filth of the nobles) kill the beggars, and his own trouble will be solved.

In short, that trouble, the problem of the big man's family, and the coldness of the back of his neck will all be solved tonight.

Otherwise, one day, the ghost who can't find his target will find him head-on, and Rick doesn't think that these lackeys of the big family will have a good temper, nor does he think that after meeting each other, he will be able to see the sun the next day in its entirety.

It's not like Rick didn't think about pretending to be sick for a month, or simply asking for a transfer somewhere else, and escaping the horrible ghost as far away as possible until it found what it wanted.

However, when Rick, who had been fine the day before, suddenly fell ill or stayed away, wouldn't he explain to the ghost that "I know you existed" and then gamble his life on the ghost's "innocent" kindness?

There had to be another safe, unsuspecting scapegoat to puncture the ghost's attempt.

Boss Quaid - I'm going to trouble you again this time!" Rick thought faintly.

It's a pity for these beggars, that Tails, and that Karak. And afterwards, there is a chance that he will be hung up due to poor care, but this is compared to his own life and future-

At this time, the thug who escaped by luck drove the carriage from a distance.

Rick nodded at him, gave him a smile of encouragement and reassurance, and walked over to the carriage.

Then, he took out the miniature telescopic crossbow from his bosom and shot the arrow, soaked in the poison of the cranberry grass, into the gaping mouth of the surprised thug.

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On the night Rick made that decision, which would never be known to the world, but which still profoundly affected the fate of the kingdom, the beggars of the sixth house, led by Tails, sat by the fire that had been made with great difficulty, and counted the day's harvest.

The woman in black gave eight coppers—no wonder she was so generous when she heard that her youngest son had recently died of typhoid fever. ”

"Milara, with her ears drooping, gave us all the copper that was left over from the grocery shopping - oh, there were only two. ”

With a smile on his face, Sinti counted out the coppers one by one and piled them up to the left-hand side, Tails nodded, grabbed a sharp stone, and drew two "positive" words on the ground.

"The skinny man in the highland boots wouldn't give him money, so Ryan and I taught him a lesson. ”

Kellett took out a card and looked at it with distress: "But he only has this card in his arms, but I don't know what it does." ”

"That's the National Research Association, the pass for the Bright Star Library, that's the SC area, five blocks from us," Tails said after examining the card, "The thin man must be a scholar from an out-of-town academy—I don't know if he's a philosopher or a scientist, but judging by his down-and-out appearance, maybe he's a literary scholar." ”

"Wow, Tails, you know the words on it!" both Kolia and Ned looked at Tails with adoration.

"How is that possible!" Tails shrugged, looking at the faint hope in the eyes of the two children, "no one has ever taught us to read and count—I only found out by looking at the insignia of the book on the back of the card." ”

However, Tails thought to himself that he was already teaching himself words, such as the words on the signs of "Sunset Bar", "Grove Apothecary", and "National Research Association", and his memories made him inexplicably respect and worship knowledge, and thus did not miss any opportunity to learn and accumulate.

To be able to sit freely at his desk and absorb the wisdom of his predecessors—Tails lifted his dusty hands, looked at the calluses that had been worn out prematurely from all day's work, touched his unfed belly, and sighed—what a blessing it was.

Tails no longer remembers the scene he crossed over, to be precise, those memories before the crossing were retrieved bit by bit with the gradual growth of the child Tails and the gradual formation of the brain.

His memories of the age of two or three were sparse and sparse, like a real two-year-old, with only a sticky blood-red (he didn't know why the color could be described as "sticky"), a black stone house filled with baby cries, and a scrawny woman—only later did he learn that it was Beth the "Black-Hearted Widow", a female leader who was responsible for raising the new toddlers in the Brotherhood.

Tails was sent to an abandoned house at the age of three, and it was then that memories of his past life began to become clearer, and the most flashed back to his mind was sitting at a desk, his eyes wandering between books and computers, or sitting in a classroom, discussing something with a dozen young people in different costumes (or a middle-aged or elderly professor).

But that's all illusory.

For four years, Tails struggled to keep the beggars in the sixth house alive during their lives of beatings, bullying, darkness, sin, and death for the beggars in District XC.

Compared to the graduate student in his previous life, who had a brain more developed than his body, his four-year career as a beggar gave Tails many new skills, such as sympathetic acting, unwitting pickpocketing, clever and quiet eavesdropping, and blaming rivals through street cooperation.

During this time, Tails also made many preparations beyond the realm of a beggar, such as establishing relationships with people from different classes ("different classes in District XC" or "different classes of inferior people"), secretly probing into the secrets of the Brotherhood, arranging several secret locations, and secretly hiding some inventory (at this point, Quaid is really not mistaken) and so on.

That's right, Tails is not ready to obediently accept the fate that this world has given him. He won't be a beggar who keeps to himself, he won't be a thug or a thief in the Brotherhood, and he won't be interested in staging any "gangsters" in Yongxing City.

He's going to run away.

Then, go live your life and be a free person.

At least more liberating than it is now.

Just take it one step at a time, and follow the plan he had made—Tails looked into the corner of the room, where there was an inconspicuous stone slab.

I could—

"No!

At this moment, in the seventeenth room next door, there was a sudden exclamation mixed with fear and panic.

Soon, Tails will learn the most important lesson he has learned since he crossed over, and that is: accidents always come suddenly.