Chapter 1011 993 Beggar Eyeliner

Chapter 1011 993. Beggars and Eyeliner

Originally, this group of gangsters with cheap tattoos on their chests had bad intentions, but this kind of "bad intentions" were not to the point of causing death.

Novigrad is very prosperous and is the largest city in the entire north.

But it is precisely because of the large population and the complex and intertwined forces here that the corpse collectors can pull a cart full of corpses to deal with every day, and then get Novigrad's municipal subsidies to survive.

Murder, accidents, hunger, injuries, and monsters hidden in the city can all kill people.

But the gangsters are not to the extent of fighting strangers to death for just a few harsh words.

The important thing is money. If you can get the money, why bother to fight desperately?

But when Lan En pointed out certain things in a tentative tone, the eyes of these gangsters suddenly took on the viciousness of preparing to kill.

There is no physical separation between the rich area and the poor area, so when Lan En and Triss came over, they could actually see a few beggars on the street corner.

They looked just like any other beggar in Novigrad.

Their eyes were sickly dim and bloodshot, and they were lifeless and dazed.

The dirt and black wrinkles on their bodies were so thick that even mosquitoes could not bite through them. The hard life left them with scars and sores all over their bodies.

Those with leg problems made a tray for themselves with broken wooden boards and wooden wheels, with their disabled legs perched on it, and used their hands to push the ground to move.

No one would pay much attention to these beggars who were everywhere in Novigrad.

But when Lan En passed by them, the demon hunter senses inevitably smelled the sour smell on them.

And he also smelled the same smell on the gangsters who broke in.

The smell was very slight, and it should have been attached after a short contact.

"You want to kill us now. Well, that's interesting."

Lan En took his foot off the first floor of the stairs and turned to face the gangsters head-on.

It was no surprise that the gangsters dared to attack him.

After all, people always have unfounded confidence in their own numerical advantage when they have not seen what a real strong man looks like.

There are many bandits who can't even get enough food and rob the fully armed demon hunters on the road.

On the contrary, the demon hunters felt a little happy that the gangsters only regarded Lan En as a "big fool in a cloak".

Finally, he met someone who couldn't recognize him.

The leading gangster looked unhappy at this time.

"You, you think it's funny? But I feel bad!"

"It was originally a matter of robbing some money, now I have to make this damn place see blood! And I have to clean it up myself!"

"Do you know how hard it is to wash blood, minced meat and fat? You bitch bastards! Bah!"

After cursing the increased workload on his face, the leading thug waved his hand, and the younger brothers behind him squeezed past him.

Pulling out weapons from their belts.

There are short sticks and hand axes with iron on one end, the standard of Velen longsword, and the Novigrad longsword popular among gang thugs in Novigrad, which is a little shorter than the normal hand and half sword for easy carrying and hiding.

It highlights that it is cheap, durable, and you don't feel bad if it breaks.

Typical weapons of gangsters.

Four or five people squeezed in regardless of anything. The cabinets, small round tables, and chairs in the room were all pushed over and tilted in the process, making a series of messy wood collisions and sharp table corner friction sounds.

There were also crisp sounds of wine bottles and fruit plates being thrown to the ground.

Lan En was standing at the entrance of the stairs. Before he could move his feet, a feeling of distorted air came from his side.

Triss's hands were shining with the glow of chaos magic.

A small orange-red magic current dragged a track from her hands.

The gangsters first paused involuntarily, and their original fierce momentum also came to an abrupt end.

But now, the advantages of being in the underworld in a big city are reflected.

Novigrad has never lacked spellcasters. No matter how high the level of these spellcasters is, there are many of them anyway.

Some of them opened magic supply stores, some treated acne and diarrhea, and some held a crystal ball as if they could really see through the future.

For those who don't know much, there is no difference in sound and light effects.

After seeing it a lot, I am not so afraid.

This is the advantage of the Novigrad gang: they have no psychological burden when they attack the magician.

They all come to the city for money, so who is afraid of whom?

"Knock that witch to death first!"

"Don't let her cast a spell!"

"Fuck that witch bitch!"

A group of people chattered, and these gangsters knew the principles of magic better than the uninformed nobles in the northern countries.

They knew that the turtle-shaped stone could not make the spell ineffective, and they also knew that disrupting the magician's attention was the way to win.

But there is no doubt that these people have never seen a magician of Triss's level in their lives.

The witch with burgundy hair showed a malicious smile like a prank at the corner of her mouth.

Her originally open palm began to clench and close suddenly.

The magic glow that originally bloomed on the palm shrank a lot, but at the same time, it began to glow between the legs of the gangsters who rushed over.

"Uh ah!!!"*N

The short but violent scream only lasted for a moment.

Because the pain from the vital position was too sudden and intense, they were deprived of the ability to even scream.

His eyes were so wide that they seemed to pop out of their sockets, and the muscles in his neck were tense and the blood vessels were bulging.

The face looked like a cooked prawn, turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The thing in their hands fell to the wooden floor with a clatter in an uncontrollable twitch.

In the end, everyone could only maintain one posture while sucking in the air-conditioning: their body was curled up on the ground, their hands clamped around their vital parts, and they were trembling in pain.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Lan En couldn't help but smack his mouth when he saw it.

"I"

One or two steps ahead of his younger brothers, the gangster leader who had not yet rushed over had just pulled out the iron-clad short stick from his waist.

He also raised it over his head, ready to rush over and smash it down.

But in the blink of an eye, there was no one of his own standing in front of him.

At this time, if you are not a fool, you should know that you have kicked the iron plate no matter what.

His forward steps had not yet started, and there was not even a slight hesitation. His center of gravity immediately tilted behind him, and his steps were about to follow the center of gravity.

The wisdom of a gangster leader who works in the underworld in Novigrad is fully revealed.

But there are always limits to the wisdom of little people, especially in the face of forces that exceed the limits.

His escape movements were very skillful and decisive, but the moment after he activated his body.

He felt a burst of air rolled up by the object's extreme speed.

A large black shadow occupied the corner of his vision.

It was a tall, despairing figure.

"Bang!"

The gangster leader didn't have time to react. After a loud impact, the side of his face was pressed against the wall of Dudu's house.

The huge palm covered his entire face and crushed him from the side, causing his face to be deformed and twisted when it was pressed against the wall. His skin was just a hair away from being worn out by the rough wall, and blood-red muscles appeared.

Just a little bit. A little bit deliberately controlled.

The threatening feeling of the skull being held in someone else's hands and jumping back and forth on the verge of being crushed immediately scared the gangster leader to pieces.

"Ah! Ah!!"

he yelled, yelling uncontrollably. Psychological fear has taken over physical behavior.

Lan En grasped this point very well.

When the person in his hand was tired and gasping for air, the pressure on his hand eased a little.

It's actually quite difficult to control this hand without crushing the skull.

"You said Dudu owes you money, so it's you who got stuck with Dudu's goods, right?"

Lan En said calmly under his hood.

At this time, the gangster leader has fully understood that under the hood is not a deformed or stupid person, but an efficient warrior and a calm killer.

So he panted and groaned desperately with his hoarse throat, indicating that Lan En's statement was correct.

But Lan En wasn't done yet.

Apart from the obvious fact, he also had some interest in these gangsters.

"You suddenly decided to kill people after I told you about your relationship with the beggar on the street corner. Before that, you didn't want the matter to get to the point of bloodshed."

Lan En asked further with interest.

"Is this your unique trade secret?"

People who work in the underworld sound ruthless and sinister, but anyone with a brain who has been in the underworld for a few days should know this.

To be successful in this industry, being ruthless is just the basic requirement. If you really want to be successful and successful, you must have brains and power.

Therefore, knowing how to act appropriately and being able to look at your eyes are sometimes more useful underworld skills than fighting and cruelty.

When do you need to kill people, when do you just need to see blood, and when do you just need to say harsh words.

If you don't even understand the sense of proportion in these things, you will spend your whole life carrying a razor blade, whizzing around on the street, and eating for free in dumpling shops on the street.

And there is no doubt that the person who was sent by their boss to collect debts was from a successful businessman like Dudu.

This kind of fat advantage cannot fall into the hands of mediocre people.

So even though this gangster looks like a fish thrown ashore in Lan En's hands, and he still stutters when he speaks, he is definitely not stupid.

Lan En's words made him have to silence him here, so they had to kill people.

"Triss." Lan En turned around and asked, "Have you ever seen this kind of gang? Organizing beggars as sources of intelligence to cooperate with thugs?"

Vizima's royal advisor has stopped his bad jokes at this time, but any man who has been injured in his life knows that the incapacitation caused by this kind of pain will not be relieved for at least half a day, and there is still no real damage left. Down.

Therefore, although the group of people on the ground were no longer tortured by magic, they were still lying with their eyes blank, as if they were demented.

"No, I haven't seen it."

The red-haired witch also acted a little surprised at this time.

"I have never heard of gangsters recruiting beggars as spies."