Different from the calm and orderly perception of other cities, fighting in Liberty City is almost a common thing in the eyes of local players. After dark, riots are happening in every corner of the streets and alleys almost all the time. Hot blood or a one-sided beating, just like the battle taking place in front of Duan Qing at this time - pushing aside the crowds crowded around the pier and some of the onlookers who were joining in the fun, several strong men surrounding the center were also at this moment He was punching and kicking the man who fell to the ground. Some items that looked like wine bottles and a package of cargo from the dock were also scattered around the scene of the beating of the strong men. It looked like it was full of With a messy look: "Hit him! Beat him! It doesn't matter if he's killed!"
"Anyway, the lives of these adventurers are cheap." It seems that he is also the leader of the participants. One of the figures with arms folded and a thick felt hat on his head also showed contempt in the front of the beating range. : "'Thick Wolf' Walter dares to owe money. They have dealt with countless adventurers. If this guy hadn't been hiding in the Dongcheng Guild's territory, he would have been written down in that deal. On the list.”
"Don't you really think that those profit-seeking adventurer gangs in Dongcheng will always protect you, a loser?" Without stopping the punching and kicking, one of the strong men grinned bitterly. Another kick: "In the beginning, they may not let us touch you, a nominal member, for the sake of the gang, but once you are classified as a waste that is of no use to the gang -"
"No matter how they are dealt with, they will just turn a blind eye."
Another series of sounds of fists and feet piercing flesh and continuous screams then rose in the center of the crowd. Several of the onlookers began to shake their heads and disperse. The man in the felt hat who looked coldly at the poor man also greeted him. He tightened his thick clothes against the sea breeze, and then slowly came forward with an impatient look: "Okay, the beating should be almost done...hey."
"You still haven't paid back the money?"
He asked in the direction of the bloody figure that gradually appeared in the middle of the scattered strong men, and then lightly spat at the other party's silent response: "You guys search it, take as many as you can find." .”
"Where are these things?" He kicked twice without hesitation, and one of the thugs in black also pointed to the various messy items scattered around with an unhappy look on his face: "Look at how poor he looks... We can’t leave empty-handed, right?”
"It's just some broken wine bottles, how much are they worth?" Blowing his beard disdainfully, the man in the felt hat clasped his hands and glanced casually at the feet scattered on the ground: "You can pick them up if you want. Let’s go, it’s impossible for me to—well.”
"Speaking of which, these adventurers usually have several good-quality weapons and equipment on them."
Taking another look at the player lying motionless on the ground covered in blood, the man in the felt hat suddenly turned his slender eyes up and down: "If you can't find the money on him, then use his weapons to pay off the debt." Bar."
"But--"
"I know the rules of debt collectors like you. You generally don't kill the goose that lays the goose to lay the eggs. But look at this loser in front of you. Even if you keep these things for him, can he still go out to earn money to pay off his debts?"
"Instead of pinning our hopes on this scrawny useless chicken, it's better to kill him and eat him now... Hey, it's a pity he's a man." His face gradually became fierce, and the man in the felt hat pointed at the thugs around him. They waved their arms: "Rip him naked and sell the stolen goods on the black market. Your wages will come from the money sold. It's up to you whether you sell more or less."
I don't know whether they thought what the other party said was reasonable or felt the threat in the other party's words. The thugs looked at each other and finally rolled up their sleeves and started to pick off the adventurer lying on the ground. All gone. The cold wind that had already begun to enter winter also made the scene at this time the most miserable situation. However, the biting temperature still did not make the players who seemed to be seriously injured unable to move at all. The strong men who were counting the weapons and equipment then began to With a look of disgust on his face, he wanted to shake off the blood stains on it, but one of the strong men was shaking off the clothes, but suddenly there was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground: "-yo."
"There's actually a dagger hidden inside."
Looking at the long strip-like object that rolled to the ground and the sword tip revealed at one corner of the thick cloth that was wrapped in it, the man in the felt hat who collected the debt raised his eyebrows: "And it looks to be in pretty good condition. Woolen cloth."
He wantonly pushed away his men who wanted to pick it up. As he approached, the greedy light in his eyes began to grow brighter and brighter: "There is absolutely nothing wrong with my vision. This is something that is difficult to obtain even on the black market." Of high--"
Slowly reaching out and grasping one side of the sword hilt, the man in the felt hat wanted to lift it up in front of him to take a closer look, but failed to do so. The player who was lying on the ground motionless at this time was already He pressed his hand on the other end of the sword and used his weak strength to stop the other party from picking it up casually: "——Huh?"
"You're still conscious, hehehe." Wiping away the surprise on his face, the man in the felt hat gritted his teeth and laughed angrily: "How dare you resist?"
He flew up and kicked the opponent, and with little effort, he turned the opponent's almost naked body over. The blood splashed out together with the player's scream, and the hilt of the sword was pulled. But his hand did not let go: "...no...can't..."
"You bastard thing!"
Two more veins popped up on his face, and the man in the felt hat kicked him hard twice. The adventurer, who seemed to be almost dead, still didn't let this guy with much weaker fists and feet get what he wanted. The palm of his hand was still there. The blood and curses were tightly connected to the extremely sharp blade: "Poor! Trash! At this point, none of the treasures belong to you anymore - you guys! Why don't you come over and help! Give me - —”
He yelled and turned around, but the words he wanted to call his men to come forward to fight again were choked in mid-air. The strong men who should have gathered behind him were now shrouded in black cloaks. The man and woman below were forced to retreat further away, allowing these two strange figures that exuded an inexplicable terrifying aura to stand very close behind the man in the felt hat: "This - uh, Walter Sir’s representative, right?”
"You, who are you two?"
As if he couldn't bear the intimidation emanating from the two figures in front of him, the man in the felt hat hurriedly took two steps back: "I, we are collecting debts! This is a serious business! Even if we go to the city lord's palace, you can't accuse me. !”
"I know I know."
The tall woman shrouded in black robe did not speak, and the man shrouded in black robe also raised his hands: "I was just passing by, but now - how much does he owe you?"
"Ow, you owe me 300... no! 500 gold coins!" The outstretched fingers temporarily turned into palms, and the man in the felt hat, who looked a little flinching, answered with a wavering voice: "This is still the result of not counting the interest! If interest is included -"
Snapped.
A heavy falling sound accompanied by the pleasant sound of gold coins hitting the ground appeared at his feet. The black shadow in front of him then put away his throwing hand: "There should be a hundred platinum coins in here, the special certified version of Liberty City, which is enough." Let’s pay this debt.”
"You, don't look down on others."
The joyful eyes were quickly covered up by the greedy ones, and the man in the felt hat quickly retracted his action of reaching out to pick it up: "Although I don't know what the relationship is between you and this loser... and this debtor, but he is here The debts I owe are more than these. If you send us away so hastily today, we might be able to find out more debts tomorrow——"
"You can tell me clearly now how much debt he still owes." The man in the felt hat was interrupted again, and the man's voice under the black robe still sounded calm and gentle: "If a hundred platinum coins are not enough, I will There are many more. Paying back debts is a matter of course, and even adventurers should understand this truth."
"But I will ask him afterwards to check the debt between you." At this point, the mysterious black shadow changed the topic: "Adventurers have no reason to be taken advantage of casually. If I find out that you are deceiving me—— "
The breath of death passed in front of the very close nose, and the ground between the two people silently sank a little. The debt collector, whose felt hat was lifted off, revealing a bald head, also settled. He stared at the bottom of the pit that had been cut into an extremely smooth shape, and fled from this place with his livid face and lips slurping. Shaking his head and looking at the backs of the strong men who were also running away, Duan Qing, who took off his hood, also let out a helpless sigh. He bypassed the small pit dug by Fulla using space magic. , half-crouched down to examine the palm of the fallen man that was still holding the sword blade: "...Stop squeezing, it will bleed."
"...No...can't..."
"I'm no longer conscious."
No longer insisting on letting go of the opponent's clenched fingers, Duan Qing instead condensed streams of healing magic in front of his hands: "The healing magic system I master can only be used to restore blood volume, but similar to bleeding and serious injuries. The similar effects cannot be restored, after all, I am not a professional therapist... By the way."
He pressed the condensed magic energy in his hand onto the opponent's body, then reached out and took out a bottle of life potion from his arms: "Ling Bing is opposed to me continuing to produce this potion, but if it is used in this place, it can be considered as a waste. Can you hear it with...? Drink this first."
"Who are you……"
With the help of Duan Qing's strength, the miserable player, who was half-lying up with blood on his mouth and nose, raised his unkempt head a little: "You...why..."
"Stop talking." In order to save a lot of trouble, Duan Qing drank the potion in his hand calmly, and then while checking the other person's physical condition, he waved his hand and raised another windproof barrier around him. : "It's already like this, and you're still borrowing money from other people everywhere... No, that's not right. Judging from the look of that guy before, you are probably the one who was deceived."
"I haven't learned to make progress, but I have learned to drink." When the cold air no longer invaded the surrounding space, Duan Qing, who had leveled the opponent again, then casually threw the empty medicine bottle into the wine bottles scattered on the ground in the corner: "Don't you have the slightest idea of reviving your spirit?"
"You, you are -" Consciousness began to recover along with the disappearing wounds. The homeless man lying on the ground opened his eyes and looked at Duan Qing's face: "Who are you?"
"I'm...ahem!"
Duan Qing put the hood back in front of his face and pretended to be a ghost: "I am an ordinary traveling businessman, and the thread of fate has brought the two of us together again - ah, please don't worry too much, I won’t charge you for treatment.”
"You, you are the mysterious businessman?" After a moment of recognition with his eyes wide open, the player lying on the ground struggled to get up: "Why did you save me?"
"Because the two of us are destined." The curve of Duan Qing's mouth appeared vaguely at the bottom of the hood: "I even know your name: Xiao Hongchen, right?"
"What an impressive name."
In the dim light blown by the night wind, two mysterious figures, one tall and one short, looked at each other with the homeless man sitting on the ground. The man who had not yet wiped away the dirt and blood on his face struggled to He spoke, but in the end nothing came out: "..."
"I know what you want to ask. What you want to ask is how I know your identity and who told me."
Duan Qing, who seemed to sense some emotions from the other party's reaction, was the first to look away and then winked at Fula. The bright long sword that was previously fought over by the two parties was also affected by Fula's magical power. Under the influence, it broke free from the shackles of the cloth and gravity, and illuminated the area around Duan Qing a little: "The answer is the weapon in your hand: it seems to have had a relationship with me."
"This is the weapon our team leader left for me when I left the team." Xiao Hongchen slowly opened his answer and his voice became deeper: "When I left, the team leader didn't say anything. We were participating in the competition She didn’t ask for any of the weapons she received from the regiment when she was..."
"Even if you are in such a state of despair, you still have no intention of giving up." Duan Qing responded with a bit of satisfaction in his voice: "Very good, it's not in vain that I helped him."
"……What?"
"As a traveling businessman, we often get a lot of information." Facing the confused look of the homeless man sitting on the ground, Duan Qing took two steps back and nodded: "Just think of it as an extra bonus. , let me tell you one more news."
"The group leader you mentioned seems to be recruiting new members in order to participate in some competition."
