Chapter 1011 993. Beggar Eyes
Originally, although these gangsters with cheap tattoos on their chests had bad intentions, they did not have bad intentions to the point of causing death. .
Novigrad is very prosperous and is the largest city in the entire north.
But precisely because of the large population and complex mix of forces here, the body collectors can pull a cart full of corpses to dispose of them every day, and then receive Novigrad's municipal subsidy to make a living.
Murder, accidents, hunger, injuries, and monsters hidden in the city can all kill people.
But the gangsters are not ready to beat strangers to death for just a few harsh words.
The important thing is money. If you can get money, why go to all the trouble to fight?
But when Lan En pointed out certain things with a tentative tone, the eyes of this group of gangsters suddenly took on the ferocity of someone who was ready to kill.
There is no physical separation between the rich area and the area where the poor live, so when Lan En and Triss came over, they could actually see a few beggars on the street corner.
No different than any beggar in Novigrad.
His eyes were sickly yellow, bloodshot, and in a daze.
The dirt and black crust on my body is so thick that even the mouthparts of mosquitoes cannot penetrate it. The harsh life left their bodies covered with scars and sores.
Those who had problems with their legs and feet also made themselves a pallet using broken wooden boards and wooden wheels. Their disabled legs were entangled on it, and they used both hands to push the ground to move.
No one pays special attention to these beggars that are everywhere in Novigrad.
But when Lan En passed them, the witcher's senses inevitably smelled the sour smell on their bodies.
And he also smelled the same smell on the gangsters who broke in.
The smell is very slight and should have stuck after a short period of contact.
“You want to kill us now. Hmm, that’s interesting.”
Lan En took back his feet on the first floor of the stairs and turned around to face the gangsters head-on.
It’s not surprising that these gangsters dared to attack him.
After all, people will always have baseless confidence in their own numerical superiority unless they have seen what a true strongman looks like.
There are many gangsters who block and rob heavily armed demon hunters without even having enough to eat.
On the contrary, this group of gangsters only regarded Lan En as a 'silly guy in a cloak', which made the witcher feel a little happy.
Finally I met someone who didn’t recognize him.
The leading gangster's face turned ugly at this time.
"You, you think it's funny? But I, I think it's really bad luck!"
"Originally, it was just a matter of grabbing some money, but now I have to let this damn place see blood! And... I have to clean it up myself!”
“Do you know how difficult it is to wash blood, minced meat, and fat? What a bitch!”
After cursing the increased workload with an ugly look on his face, the leading gangster waved his hand, and the younger brother following him squeezed past him.
Pull out guys from their respective belts.
There is a short stick covered with iron, a hand axe, a Weren long sword, and Novigrad, which is popular among gang thugs. In order to facilitate carrying and hiding, the Novigrad is a little shorter than the normal half-hand sword. Vigory's sword.
Highlight a product that is cheap, durable, and won’t feel bad if it wears out.
Typical gangster weapon.
Four or five people squeezed in regardless, and the cabinets, small round tables, and chairs in the room were all pushed over and crooked in the process, making a series of messy wood collision sounds and sharp table corner friction sounds. .
There was also the crisp sound of wine bottles and fruit plates being thrown to the ground.
Lan En was standing at the top of the stairs. Before he could move, a feeling of the air being distorted came from beside him.
Triss's hands shone with the glow of chaotic magic.
A tiny orange-red magic current dragged out a trail from her hand.
The gangsters stumbled involuntarily at first, and their original ferocious momentum also came to an abrupt end.
But now, the advantages of being a gangster in a big city are revealed.
There is never a shortage of spellcasters in Novigrad. No matter how high the level of these spellcasters is, there are a lot of them anyway.
Some of them open magic supplies shops, some treat people with acne and diarrhea, and some use crystal balls as if they can really see into the future.
For the uninitiated, there is no difference between sound and light special effects.
The more I see it, the less afraid I become.
This is the advantage of the Novigrad gang: when they attack mages, they have no psychological burden.
They all come to the city just for money, so who is afraid of whom?
“Knock that witch to death first!”
“Don’t let her chant the spell!”
“Fuck the fucking witch bitch!”
A group of people were chattering. These gangsters knew the principles of magic better than the ill-informed nobles in the northern countries.
They know that the turtle-shaped stone cannot invalidate the spell, and they also know that distracting the mage is the way to win.
But there is no doubt that these people have never seen a mage of Triss's level in their lives.
The burgundy-haired witch had a mischievous and malicious smile on her lips.
Her originally open palms began to be closed with virtual clenches.
The magic glow that originally bloomed on the palms shrank by a large circle, but at the same time, light began to appear between the legs of the gangsters who rushed over.
"Uhhh!!!" *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 even the ability to scream.
My eyes were so wide that they seemed to pop out of their sockets, and the muscles in my 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, each person could only maintain one posture while sucking in the air-conditioning: the body was curled up on the ground, with his hands clamped around his lifeblood, and then he was trembling in pain.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Lan En couldn’t help but smack his mouth when he saw it.
"I"
One or two steps behind the younger brothers, the gangster leader who had not yet rushed over had just pulled out the iron-clad short stick from his waist.
He was holding 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 have not yet started, and there is not even a slight hesitation. His center of gravity immediately tilts behind him, and his steps are 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 powers 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 that was rolled up by the extremely fast movement of the object.
A large black shadow occupied the corner of his vision.
It was a tall, despairing figure.
“Bang!”
The gangster leader didn’t even have time to let his brain 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 he was pressed against the wall. His skin was just a hair away from being worn down by the rough wall. Bloody red muscles come out.
Only a little bit. A little bit deliberately controlled.
The threatening feeling of having the skull pressed back and forth in someone else's hands, jumping back and forth on the verge of being crushed, immediately scared the gangster leader to pieces.
"Ah! Ah!!"
He shouted, shouting 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 you are the one 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 what is under the hood is not a deformed person or a big fool, but an efficient warrior and a calm killer.
So he gasped and groaned desperately with his hoarse throat, indicating that Lan En's statement was correct.
But Lan En wasn't done yet.
In addition to this obvious fact, he was also a little interested in these gangsters.
"You suddenly decided to kill people after I revealed your relationship with the beggar on the street corner. Before that, you didn't want the matter to develop to the point of bloodshed."
Blue Enrao 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.
Being ruthless in this industry is just the basic requirement. If you really want to be successful and successful, you must have brains and power.
So knowing how to do things appropriately and knowing how to wink are sometimes more useful underworld skills than fighting and cruelty.
When is it necessary to kill someone, when is it just a matter of seeing blood, and when is it enough to just say harsh words?
If you don’t even understand the sense of proportion in these things, you will only have to carry one for the rest of your life. The blade whirred on the street, and he was eating for nothing at the dumpling shop on the street.
And there is no doubt that the person who was sent to collect the debts by their boss is still collecting the debts of a successful businessman like Dudu.
This kind of fat job 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.
So although the group of people on the ground are no longer tortured by magic, they are still lying with their eyes blank, as if they are demented.
“No, I haven’t seen it.”
The red-haired witch also looked a little surprised at this time.
“I have never heard of gangsters using beggars as spies.”
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(End of this chapter)