Chapter 1015 997. He is a talent
A huge body does not mean that he is inflexible.
Those who have seen Lan En’s current performance with their own eyes should have no doubt about this.
The huge black cloak can vaguely reveal the body of the person inside when it rolls in the air.
Strong, tall, and even beautiful.
And such a strong and tall body is not as clumsy as an ordinary stupid big man.
When Lan En flew through the air, his cloak was rolled up by the air waves, and the sound of the fabric bouncing and stretching was almost like an explosion of thunder!
“Hoola!”
Skeech himself didn’t even have the chance to take two steps back.
As soon as his pointed boots clicked back twice in the mud, the huge black shadow was almost in front of him.
The man in the sealskin hat had a crossbow bolt stuck horizontally on his neck. His body had not had time to collapse due to blood loss.
Then his skull was pinched in the palm of a big hand.
Lan En, who jumped out, turned around, like throwing a discus in a sports game. Using the centrifugal force of turning, he pinched the skull of the corpse with one hand and threw the corpse out!
This is a corpse weighing about ninety kilograms. Although the muscles and fat have buffering properties, after Lan En throws the corpse out at such a speed, what use is this buffering ability? It's hard to say.
Even if a human hits a wall at normal walking speed, it is enough to cause dizziness or a broken nose
So like a bowling ball, the body that was thrown out hit the crowd of people gathered together.
The sounds of broken bones and screams began to burst out.
But it’s not over yet.
During the process of emergency stop and rapid start, Lan En's cloak once again erupted with a thunderous explosion due to the stretching and flicking of the fabric.
After throwing out the body, he didn't stop for even a moment.
Like a flashing black shadow.
Flash appeared in front of a thug, and then pushed his chest with his palm.
This is to avoid punching through the opponent's body.
But even so, the heart and lungs of the thug who was slapped on the chest by him during the sprint were basically broken.
The corpses flew out and killed more people
The cloak made only four or five explosions during its rapid movement, which meant that Lan En had stopped and started four or five times.
After these four or five times, in this dirty little yard, apart from the prostitutes and tenants who were frightened and hid in the building, only Skechers was still standing.
"Papa."
Lan En's hand stretched out his cloak and patted it. The outside of the leather gloves with steel armor was still stained with sticky blood.
It’s a pity that there is no dry sand here, otherwise rubbing it will be enough.
The courtyard fell into complete silence.
The people hiding in the house did not dare to interfere, but the thugs who came out in response to the gang boss's order were already stuck in the mud.
He was twisted and twisted, and his whole body was paralyzed as if he had no bones.
Lan walked up to Skechers and looked down at him condescendingly.
His movements were very calm, but every time the cloak moved slightly and made a "whistling" sound, the body of the gang boss in front of him trembled.
Superman phobia.
He suffered from the same disease as the Nilfgaardian survivors on Sodden Mountain.
Let him go from a ruthless gangster who killed people until his eyes were as numb as a dead fish, to the mentally ill person he is now.
Lan En only took less than five minutes.
Violence, oppression, and shocking images. After arranging the plan, it is not difficult for Lan En to destroy a person's will.
When Lan stood in front of Skechers, the boss who five minutes ago was suppressing his subordinates and telling the truth in the big house where the gang was stationed.
Now my lips are trembling, and my Adam's apple is rolling up and down with difficulty.
"There is only one problem."
Lan En did not talk too much nonsense.
“You just emphasized to Marsh: the important thing is the halflings. Even if you don’t need money, you still have to find the halflings.”
"Why? For a gangster like you, you would actually say something like 'even if it doesn't cost money'?"
"I told you, can you, can you let me go, sir?"
< br>Skeech said tremblingly.
"Say it, Skechers." Lan said in a gentle tone.
But he didn’t agree to anything, “Just say it.”
Skechers understood what this meant, and he spoke with despair and fear.
"The most important thing to us about Halfling Dudu Bibwit is not the money. We didn't expect to make much money from that batch of goods. What's important is that the leader of the temple guard of the Eternal Fire "
Skeech swallowed his saliva and continued stumbling.
"The leader of the temple guard asked us to capture Dudu Bibwit and give him alive. We are just a small gang and we have no right to refuse."
"The leader of the temple guards." Lan En chewed on this identity in his mouth, "What is his name?"
"Ritu, Ritu Manji. There is also a brother named Caleb Manji, who is also an officer in the temple guard. That's all I know."
Lan nodded under his hood. Head, and then no more Skechers was immersed in fear and tortured by fear.
His hands turned into fists and passed over Skechers' head at a speed invisible to ordinary people. Skechers' whole body, which had lost its head, was punched so hard that it spun in mid-air.
With a "bang", the gang leader died in a very different way from his men.
Now there is absolutely no living person except Lan En in this courtyard.
The prostitutes who were attached to the gang life, and the 'waiters' who watched the drug addicts taking narcotic powder, all looked at the tall cloaked man through the crack of the door in horror, like a sweeping nightmare. He re-entered the room where a round of crossbow arrows had been fired.
The lighting conditions were already worrying, and now even the candlelight in the room was extinguished by the chaos, but it was not dark now.
Because a supernatural light is emitting from the witch's hand in the corner, illuminating the room.
The tables piled up around Triss had several crossbow arrows stuck on them. The arrows penetrated into the solid wood, and the tabletop was broken up with wood chips and spikes.
But Triss was fine.
If you only want to protect yourself, then in this chaotic and dangerous situation, the warlock is actually not that easy to get into trouble.
This is also the reason why some warlocks will try their best to cultivate a few trustworthy high-end warriors.
The blood soaked into the creaking wooden floor, staining the wooden board darkly maroon.
Lan En stepped here again. Except for the sorceress, only a bunch of people in the corner were still alive.
Francis Belland's bunch.
The men behind the bald man saw Lan En coming in and no longer needed their boss to push them. They were like frightened little girls, squeezing into the corner.
This actually highlighted Francis.
The man pursed his lips, and his face with wrinkles was very nervous, but he could also see a forced calmness.
“It’s rare that you didn’t run around.”
"Because even if we run, we will never outrun tens of thousands of Nilfgaardian soldiers, Your Majesty the Duke."
Francis tried to calm down his tone.
"You recognized me." Lan En's performance was not surprising.
"There may be many powerful mages in this world." Francis cautiously saluted Lan En, and was vaguely relieved when he saw that he did not refuse.
"But for a warrior as powerful as you, I can't think of another. Archduke Lann of Cintra."
"As a grand duke without a fief, it's better not to say anything."
Lan En waved his hand indifferently.
“I actually have a crush on you, Francis, even though you are the gangster I despise the most. Because on the way here, before you even recognized me, you seemed to want to kill me. Take it out from Marsh's hands with Tris."
"Can you tell me what's going on? People who work in gangs are actually kind-hearted these days?"
Lan Enji. Francis pulled a chair from the ground, and the bald man was sitting down in a flattered manner, with only his buttocks half pulled up next to the chair.
He muttered twice with a wrinkled face and whispered something awkwardly.
Lan En raised his eyebrows in surprise under his hood.
“What did you say?”
Francis thought the other person really didn’t hear clearly, and then thought about Lan En’s strength, so he took a deep breath and spoke loudly.
“I said, I don’t often help people either.”
"I can't help it, sir. I am a person who naturally likes to help others and like to be thanked. But I am in a mess, and I have to be ruthless to protect myself, so it takes me basically two or three years to adapt. For once, help others. You just happened to catch up, and to be honest, I couldn’t help.”
At this time, except for the two people talking, even Triss was holding the magic light source. , and Francis’ younger brother hiding over there were all surprised.
Obviously, he really controlled his noble impulses very well in this mud-like environment.
Lan's hood nodded up and down.
"I heard Marsh say."
Lan En turned around and wanted to point at the gangster leader who had brought him here, but unfortunately, this gentleman had been killed in the volley of arrows just now.
Now he is lying limply on the ground, with a pool of bright red blood flowing out.
So Lan En waved his hand indifferently: "Did you first come up with the idea of using beggars and marginalized people in the city as an intelligence network?"
"This is exactly what I thought. Frankly to you.”
Francis looked at Lan En’s face that was hidden under the shadow of the hood anxiously.
"If I tell you all about this plan, can it save the lives of my brothers?"
Lan En shook his cloak, and a bloody fist leaked out.
Francis swayed on the chair, and then neatly exposed all the old bottom.
About his concern and intolerance when passing beggars, prostitutes, and thieves, and then extended to how he realized how unnoticed and unappreciated these people were in the city.
How can they take advantage of this lack of attention and hear all kinds of secret conversations and plans on dark street corners? They are 'invisible' observers on the street.
Few people in the city would be careful about their words in the presence of these haggard and humble wretches.
If Francis is like ordinary gangsters and never sees these people as human beings, then he will never be able to discover the potential of these people.
But he is not, so now he has discovered this power.
“He is a talent.”
Lan looked at Francis who was sitting stiffly, and after listening to his thoughts, he softly praised him.
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(End of this chapter)