Sure enough, in just a few clicks, a group of uniformly dressed people walked in from the crowd of onlookers carrying a wooden board. The two people quickly lifted the dwarf, threw it on the wooden board, and then carried it away. .
The whole process went smoothly. It was obvious that this was not the first time they had done this, and they were very familiar with it.
But it seemed to Han Du that he was surprised and inexplicable. The death of a person was like a drop of water in a pond, and it was over without any movement? In fact, those on the patrol did not even wipe the blood on the ground, but let the rags and fine pieces of meat mixed with the bright red blood stay on the ground and slowly solidify.
The strong man shouted expectantly for a while. Seeing that no one came forward to hire him, he put away the sword angrily and returned to the tavern to continue drinking.
After watching the excitement, the others gradually dispersed and went about their own business. It was as if the scene that had just happened had already turned over and would no longer leave the slightest trace in the hearts of these people.
They should eat and drink. The person who just died is just a mayfly and will not make the slightest waves in their lives.
"Let's go too."
When Hader's voice came, Han Du suddenly came back to his senses. Glancing at the pool of solidified red on the ground, he sighed toward Zhu Biao: "Let's go."
Hader walked in the front, leading Han Du and Zhu Biao. Perhaps because of Hader's presence, although most of the people on both sides of the street focused on Han Du and his party, no one came forward.
As Han Du walked along, he saw people on both sides of the street, except for people doing their own things and people drinking and bragging. There were also many people who set up a target directly next to the street and continued to practice slashing and stabbing with swords and other weapons.
Seeing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Han Du looked a little unhappy, Hader explained in a low voice: "Practice on the street can not only increase their skills, but also allow employers to see their skills intuitively. In this way, their chances of being hired will be improved. It will be bigger and it will be easier to negotiate the price with the employer.”
Along the way, Zhu Biao was dazzled by the various exotic customs that were completely different from those in the Ming Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, it was not unusual for people to carry swords. Needless to say, many generals and soldiers returning home carried swords. Even some naughty scholars would hang a sword on their waist. Even if they couldn't swing it, they would still use it to show off.
As long as you are not carrying a bow, arrow, or armor, the court will not care about you.
Even the second generation of some noble families, such as Zhang Lei, would go out of the city to hunt with bows and arrows on their backs.
In the early years of Hongwu, the people along the coast of Ming Dynasty were robbed miserably by Japanese pirates. Lao Zhu's decree only said, "Whenever the Japanese pirates invade, the common people can hack them to death with knives." But this is to resist foreign enemies.
And like just now, killing someone in the street after a disagreement was a serious crime in the Ming Dynasty, and it was impossible for the government to let it go.
Just as Han Du and others were crossing the street, a scream suddenly came from behind.
Han Du turned around and saw a pro-soldier next to him holding the wrist of a ragged young man, and it was the young man who screamed.
"What's going on?" Han Du asked in a deep voice.
The pro-jun turned around and explained to Han Du: "Master Hou, this guy just reached out to the general's waist and wanted to steal the general's things." There was no money bag around the pro-jun's waist, only a revolver and a shock absorber. Thunder. If any of these two things were stolen, it would be a serious accident.
After hearing this, Han Du's face darkened. Seeing that the thief was still shouting, his expression was even getting more and more arrogant. Turning to Harder, he asked, "What is he talking about?"
The young man didn't understand what Han Du and others were saying, and was still roaring.
Harder's face didn't look good either. He glanced at the thief and quickly explained in a low voice: "He is saying that his hand was broken by us and he needs compensation."
compensation?
Han Du was stunned for a moment, then realized, isn't this just a case of porcelain? Could it be that there was porcelain here hundreds of years ago?
"What will happen if we don't compensate?" Han Du pondered, feeling that we could not encourage the bad habit of touching porcelain.
Hard shook his head slightly, "This is not a question of whether to compensate or not, but that we should not compensate."
Han Du looked at Hard in confusion.
Harder's face also darkened and he said: "This is not an ordinary thief. Ordinary thieves only look for lone people to attack. There are so many of us, and they won't get close at all. Who must have sent this spy?" He's testing us."
Han Du also suddenly woke up. Even the ferocious strong man did not dare to approach him and others. Where did this thief get the courage?
Looking up and seeing the thief's voice getting louder and louder, even looking smug, Han Du asked seriously: "What should we do?"
Hader's eyes were solemn and he replied in a low voice: "It's best to teach him a lesson and let him know that we are not easy to mess with."
Give me a lesson...
Han Du looked at the people around him with fierce eyes and ferocious faces as he looked at his group. Thinking about the pool of blood on the ground just now, he made a decision in his heart.
"kill him."
The pro-jun who was entangled by the thief had long been filled with anger. After all, no matter who was pointed at and scolded, he would not be in a good mood. After hearing Han Du's order, he unsheathed it without hesitation.
Everyone only felt a phantom flash before their eyes, and the sound of the knife just sounded, and was instantly suppressed by a force. Before anyone could react, the pro-soldiers had already sheathed their swords.
The thief's voice stopped suddenly.
The pro-jun didn't look at him again and turned back to his original position.
Han Du glanced around and saw that the people around him couldn't help but avoid looking at him.
"Walk."
The group of people left, and this time no one came forward to touch or obstruct Han Du and others.
After Han Du and others walked away, the thief still stood motionless. Seeing this scene, someone became bolder and shouted at the thief: "Cunning Jimmy, aren't you usually the talkative one? Why don't you say a word now?"
As soon as this person's words came out, the people around him suddenly became strange.
Only a few people looked solemnly, looking at Jimmy standing beside the street without saying a word.
In another tavern, a group of strong men were sitting inside. Their equipment was better than that of the strong men who killed people before. They were all wearing thick plate armor, covering their vital parts tightly.
A mercenary saw that the leader looked wrong and asked hesitantly: "What happened to Jimmy today? In the past, he would make a lot of noise even if nothing happened. Now he has suffered such a big loss, and how can he endure it?"
The group leader took a sip of the wine from the cup and sneered, "He's dead."
"Dead, dead?" The mercenary looked back at the thief and said doubtfully, "No, he is still standing there..."
Before the mercenary finished speaking, he saw a large cloud of blood spurting from the thief's neck. His whole body fell straight down and he picked up a large cloud of dust on the ground.
The mercenary's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and then turned back to look at the captain.
Unfortunately, his captain didn't pay attention to him at all, and stared directly at the thief's neck. He murmured to himself: "What a fast knife, what a sharp knife..."
The mercenary immediately recalled those people just now, and shrank his neck and no longer dared to inquire randomly.
...
Han Du originally thought that if he killed someone, he might be in trouble. After all, he and others are all outsiders. The city lord's palace can tolerate locals messing around, but it may not tolerate him and others.
But Han Du waited until Harder brought everyone to the gate of his manor, but there was no movement in the city lord's mansion. We even met a few people from the patrol team on the road, but no one had the intention to ask Han Du and others.
Han Du shook his head, sighing inwardly at the chaos of Hurumos, killing people in the street for no reason, and yet nothing happened.
Harder came to the end of the road and looked at a manor with pleasant scenery. He couldn't help but sigh. He paused, turned back to Zhu Biao and Han Du and introduced with a smile: "This is Hader's home."
Han Du looked at the manor in front of him. It was not small in scale and in a good location. It seems that I have really underestimated this Harder. It turns out that he was once a person of high status in Hurumos.
To be honest, after learning that the owner of the large manor in front of him turned out to be Hard, it was really hard for Handu to separate him from the man who cried bitterly in front of him and said that he had been kidnapped by pirates.
Harder is eager to return home. This time he went to sea, he has experienced too much and seen too much. Now he is physically and mentally exhausted, and he really wants to return home, the spiritual haven, to have a good rest.
He stepped forward and was about to shout when the door of the manor suddenly opened.
He thought his family knew he was back and opened the door to welcome him. As a result, after seeing the person, Hader's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted angrily in a deep voice.
Han Du couldn't understand the exchange between Hard and the other party, but just by looking at the confrontation between the two sides, he knew that something must have changed.
He turned his head and moved closer to Shi Si beside him, and asked, "What's going on?"
Han Du knew the importance of language communication. Since he was preparing to come to the West, communication could not rely entirely on Hader alone. Otherwise, it would be easy to be swayed by Hader. So Han Du brought a few people from the Shi family who understood the language here, so as to avoid being deceived by Hader. This Shi Si was one of these people. Even so, when they were in Ceylon, since the Shi family had no contact with the Ceylonese people, they all relied on Hader in their negotiations with the Ceylonese people.
When the people of the Shi family were in Old Port, they often acted as messengers between the Ming Dynasty maritime merchants and Western merchants, so of course they could not understand the conversation between Hader and that man.
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