Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 49

Rawls followed the voice to a narrow alley, looked at the three men and one woman opposite, and shook his head helplessly.

Except for the middle-aged man in his thirties who was obviously the head, the three men were still tall and wearing some tattered workers' clothes. The other two were yellow-faced, skinny and ragged.

And the woman who called for help was wearing heavy makeup on her face, and she couldn't tell her age, but she was obviously young, wearing an old glamour dress that was somewhat revealing. The stalwart and white greasy on the chest.

One of the thinner guys blew a loud whistle, indicating that the tall middle-aged man was hooked by a fat sheep.

The tall middle-aged man turned around. The man was thin and strong, with sunken eye sockets and a dark complexion. It was obviously not the appearance of the Loen people, but the plateau people, or the blood of the plateau people.

In the middle of the Northern Continent, at the beginning of the Honakis Mountains, is a plateau with a dry climate. Most of it belongs to the Kingdom of Fenepot, the west is attributed to the Republic of Teas, and the east is occupied by the Kingdom of Loen.

The aborigines are thin and savage but brave and good at fighting. For a long time in the past, it has been one of the most troublesome problems for the three countries. However, with the improvement of gunpowder weapons and changes in the form of warfare, these plateau people finally recognized the reality and thoroughly yield.

A large part of them left the plateau, entered Backlund, entered Trier, entered Feneport City, entered various prosperous cities and ports in the Northern Continent, some became workers, and some became the fresh blood of local gangsters , Dare to fight and dare to kill, not afraid of big things.

It seems that I fell into a trap, but these guys don't know that they have caught an Extraordinary. No, these guys don't even know that there is an Extraordinary.

The middle-aged man with sunken eye sockets looked at Rolls carefully from beginning to end, saw the obviously expensive three-piece suit on Rolls, nodded, and then asked:

"You're not from the Eastern District?"

Rawls was taken aback, glanced at his clothes, sneered, and looked at the middle-aged man with interest:

"Does this have anything to do with what you are going to do?"

The middle-aged man frowned, pursed his chapped lips, and did not answer Rawls's question:

"Hand over your cash and valuables, we won't do anything to you, and keep your clothes for you."

The thinnest guy looked at the middle-aged man:

"Boss, the clothes on this guy are worth at least tens of pounds, and we have a lot of money to **** it!"

The middle-aged man glared at him, then pointed at him and said to Rawls:

"You also heard what he said, hurry up and hand over the money!"

The thinnest guy was stunned by his boss, and immediately stopped talking. Then he took out a knife from his arms and pointed at Rawls, saying:

"Do you hear me, or I will stab you to death!"

Seeing that he took out the knife, Rawls jumped forward, grabbed his right hand holding the knife and lifted it up, shrank his body, made a fist with his left hand, and punched the rib of his right armpit.

A "click" sounded, and I didn't know how many ribs were broken.

The bombarded left fist immediately turned into a grab, grabbed his waist down, squeezed his right hand hard, with a "crack", the wrist bone shattered, the knife fell, and the right hand slipped down his arm, grabbing his right shoulder .

The left and right hands exerted force at the same time, lifted the skinny man directly, and smashed the other skinny fellow who rushed over. The two of them suddenly rolled like gourds, one could groan, and the other, who was bombarded by Rawls in the ribs, vomited blood. I don't know if I can still live.

Rawls felt a little warm on his forehead, and when he wiped it with his right hand, he saw the blood on his hand, which should have dripped onto his forehead when he lifted the guy up.

Rawls didn't feel fear, only felt a surge of excitement, clenched his right fist, twisted his neck, and regardless of the middle-aged man who wanted to speak, he rushed forward and kicked the inside of his left knee. .

The middle-aged man who was hit **** his left knee immediately lost his balance, fell to the left, and fell heavily on the ground.

Rawls took a "fill shot" with his right foot and kicked it on his lower abdomen. Due to the severe pain, the middle-aged man's body instantly bent, like a prawn struggling on the ground.

Shaking his head, he rushed too hard just now. Although the "volley" was completed, it was not strong enough.

The potion's power seems to have digested a little, and it seems that a chaotic place like the Eastern District is suitable for barbarians.

Rawls sighed, squatted down, wiped the blood in his hand from the middle-aged man who was constantly rolling on the ground, then got up and untied the top two buttons of his shirt. The range of motion just now was not very big, but it was still a little restrained.

The heavy makeup woman wearing an old gorgeous long dress had already run 20 to 30 meters. She looked back from time to time, and then fell to the ground with a "pop", got up and continued to run.

Rawls suddenly remembered the line from the Star Lord's movie, "Don't be stupid, sister-in-law, I don't kill women, so let's go!"

"Hahaha"

I couldn't help laughing out loud~www.mtlnovel.com~ Rawls shook his head, turned around, and stood awkwardly where he was.

A short-statured woman in the opposite distance frowned and looked at Rawls with disgust.

At most, she was in her early 1.5 meters, with some baby fat on her face, delicate and soft facial features, but her eyebrows and eyes didn't seem to grow, and she was quite green. Although he has messy, shoulder-length yellow hair and wears traditional knight training uniforms, he has an indescribable majesty and believable charm.

"Hello, did you also hear the call for help? That's not good, it's too dangerous for a little girl! Let's go home quickly!"

Rawls rambling aimlessly, he already knew by his height, appearance and active area that the opposite might be in the eastern part of Backlund, in the working class, and in many gangster organizations, they are all well-known. "Arbitrator" Hugh Dilcha.

But the scene just now was really perverted, and Rawls felt embarrassed for himself in retrospect. As a result, it is obvious that he is right now, but he can't say anything else.

"Arbiter" Hugh Dilcha keenly noticed that this guy with an extremely unfriendly height should not be an ordinary person. Although she just followed from a distance, the actual distance was not very far. She was at most one day later than this guy. minutes.

But now the three of them are already lying on the ground, two are still responding, and the other is silent. Especially the middle-aged man with sunken eyes, he is half of the plateau blood and is a Zimange. Although only an ordinary member, the blood of the plateau people allows him to fight more than ordinary people.

Hugh Dilcha remembered that his friend Fors Wall, a well-known salted fish writer, laughed at him for lack of brains on weekdays, sneered inwardly, and kept the majestic opening on his face.

Chapter end

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