Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 179: Surprise

This beard is a bit like a curved hook, and the section outside that connects the street is a row of doors in the residential backyard, about five or six fans. But after a bend, there was a dead end more than twenty meters long, and on one side, with the exception of a closed iron door, the rest were three meters high, chaotic stone walls. Obviously, the skinny guys took this dead end as their home, and there should be a lot of bad things they did here, because after they brought Claude here, they weren't as nervous as the pedestrians noticed.

Claude was thinking about how to clean up the five guys, and the two guys behind him, who were supposed to hold him with a knife, were just teenagers, sixteen or seventeen years old, who walked into this dead end and relaxed their guard because he didn't resist. Though he still had the knife in his hand, it was no longer against Claude's waist, but about a foot apart, and the tip of the knife slanted towards Claude, but that was no longer a threat to Claude.

These five guys must have never been to school, otherwise they have had physical fights in China, the horn power two classes will know that when you hold a weapon less than half a foot long and a foot far from the enemy's body, you are not dangerous enough to the enemy, teaching these two classes in minutes will make you understand this. It's just that teaching has to be careful not to hurt students when demonstrating, and now Claude has absolutely nothing to worry about.

As for the skinny men who jumped up and down like clowns and the two seemingly human beings beside him, who actually stood at a loose pace and floated, Claude didn't take it personally, and he figured out how to make a few holes in them with magic arrows. Being able to forcibly abduct people on the streets to force themselves to trade, it seems that these bastards have some roots in White Wood City. It's just a shame they ran into themselves and kicked the iron plate.

The skinny man is still drinking: “Quickly take out your wallet and sign this agreement. Kid, today is cheap for you. You can buy this box of excellent white root powder from me. Looks like it's your lucky day...”

The two big men next to him laughed with a silly cleft mouth and didn't understand that they were in bad luck. Instead, they looked at Claude with a playful look, as if Claude was the fish they had placed on the felt board.

Claude was getting ready to do it, and suddenly his ears moved, and his sensitive hearing made him realize that there were more than a dozen people walking and breathing around this dead end. It's just that the closer these people get to this dead end, the lighter they put it, and the slower they breathe, as if they were afraid to be spotted by the dead end, but slowly surround the dead end.

What's going on? Claude's heart startled to stop the magical charm array of magical flying arrows on the Six Mans in the running meditation space. Life in White Wood City is unfamiliar, and one must never discover one's magic. But in that way, I can only compete with these five guys.

The skinny performed for half a day, because Claude ignored him, just looking at him cold and angry: “Third, go get his bag off and search him for where he left it. If he dares not be honest, give him a thigh..."

“Okay, Second Brother.” The young man named Lao San was the one in the street who asked if the thin man had made Claude, and it seemed that he was also the fierce and spicy Lord. Around the age of sixteen and seventeen, precisely at a stage when the heavens and the earth are unknown and lawless, even if committed, they will be sentenced to minor punishment. As long as it wasn't a homicide, a little blood or some minor injuries were usually carried around by that skinny guy.

So this big guy called Lao San directly stabbed the knife in Claude's thigh. For him, all he had to do was make a hole in the other guy's thigh. If he bled out, how could a hard-headed guy cry in his arms and beg for forgiveness? At that time, if he wanted to clean it up, he would have to peel his skin off today...

The knife in his hand was actually made of iron bars, less than ten centimeters long, triangular, very sharp. Such a knife is not easy to cut, but it is very slippery to stab. This young man named Lao San is also a little famous in White Wood City. Most people know that he is a mad dog under a skinny man. He is young and his hands are harsh. He likes to poke holes in places with a lot of meat on his body.

Because Claude didn't resist, this old man didn't put Claude in his eyes. The big white man was so tall, but he was so weak. When he begged for forgiveness, he had to step on his face with his feet. Who told him not to grow after he was fifteen years old? Everyone else ran one year tall and one head, he was still so short...

But after stabbing this knife out of his hand, I didn't expect this big man who was about to be stabbed to suddenly retreat. The old three eyes without any preparation looked at the knife he stabbed out almost rubbed the other man's thigh and stabbed him empty. His body couldn't help but lean forward. He rushed to the top of his head when angry. He was about to open his mouth and scold: when you dare hide! However, a fist suddenly grew larger in front of him, black in front of his eyes, the whole face door suffered a heavy blow, the feeling of pain had not reached the nerve terminal, and he heard a crisp sound of "Kaba", and the nasal beam bone collapsed.

Claude hated the guy's hand black and he hit him hard. Not only did he hit him hard in the face, but he grabbed the arm with the knife with his backhand, twisted it, and then he flipped it, and then he shouted, and he put the knife in the kid's lower abdomen. It looked like this guy named Lao San stabbed himself in the stomach with the knife.

These changes, the rabbit fell, almost at the end of a blink of an eye, and the skinny guy in front and the two big guys around him, and the other guy with the knife behind Claude, didn't react at all to what happened. They only saw the third man stabbing this foreigner in the thigh with a knife. They all looked at him with a smile. They thought that the young man from outside would soon kneel on the floor with his thigh and beg for forgiveness. This has happened several times...

Then this young man from outside dodged for a while, and then the old man stabbed the knife into his stomach, his face was full of blood, and there was no air coming out of the ground, and people didn't know.

Claude certainly wouldn't let go of the other guy with the dagger behind him, he just hit him in the heart of the guy with his left elbow. Who told this guy to put it too open, his heart and chest were completely unprotected, his hands drooped, he held the dagger obliquely, and he was close. Claude just twisted his elbow and hit the center nest with accuracy. This guy immediately dropped his dagger. He fell down on the ground with a bad heart and twitched. His face was red and his breath was wide open, but he couldn't breathe...

The thin man still had a smile on his face, but his eyes looked at everything that was happening in front of him in horror, and his two men fell to the ground like this, and life and death were unknown, and the young man from outside seemed to have not moved a few times. At this moment, the whole face of the lean man is twisted into an abstract painting. His mouth is laughing, but his eyes are almost creepy with horror. He knows that he has won the grand prize...

“Blow, blow the guard post, scream, call me two, uncle...” I finally got a word from the thin man's mouth. I saw Claude smiling and walking towards him. The thin man backed off in a panic, commanding the two big men around him to resist forward, and as he reached into his pocket with his hands busy and feet looking for something: "You. You stop first. Stop him, I, I blow. Blow the guard post...”

The little box of so-called superb white root powder in the hands of the lean man and the deal had long been thrown on the ground, and the white powder in the carton was poured all over the floor.

Two big guys rushed over, the first one with fists split from top to bottom, this is another amateur practitioner of eight punches, don't understand what a straight line between two points is closest. Claude had a straight punch, then came first. The man's fist was still halfway empty, and Claude's fist had kissed his face.

“Pfft!” Big man's face twisted, a bite of blood sprayed out, and a few teeth in the blood water.

Generally, if a fight fails to hit a critical mass, it will hold off for two or three minutes, even if it falls downwind. The same was true of the big man, whose "Ow...“ screamed painfully, holding onto the hit cheek in his left hand and poking his right hand straight in front of him, blocking Claude's continued offense.

But it was nothing for Claude. He looked in his left hand, grabbed Dahan's right wrist, and went back to the area. Dahan's entire body was brought here by Claude's strong force. He twisted his body and pushed his right hand. This was the most standard exemplary action in the corner class. Dahan was pulled out of the ground, and his left hand waved in a panic in the middle of the air, and then he fell like a broken sack on a rock-split ground. This is like a fish landing on the shore, bouncing on the ground, but can't climb up.

Another big man saw his own companion so bad, he didn't have the courage to jump on it, but backed off. And then the skinny guy finally pulled a copper whistle out of his clothes pocket and blew it dead in his mouth.

The sharp whistle echoed in the dead end.

“You, wait, I, our boss's second uncle will be here soon, he, he's a patrol cop, you, you wait, go to jail...” The rest of the big man heard the whistle blow and finally got the courage to point at Claude again.

Claude left his mouth open, no wonder the skinny man gathered so many bastards to find outsiders in White Wood City to forcibly buy and sell. Turns out there was a second uncle who was a patrol officer behind him. It is conceivable that, if ordinary civilians met the thin group, they could only swallow their teeth into their stomachs and could not provoke them, and would be arrested for injuries by the patrol police who subsequently arrived even after the rebellion.

Claude was not worried about himself, however, when he suddenly discovered the benefits of enlistment. For civilian children, in this war age of queuing up for shooting, soldiering means that it is easy to get on the battlefield and become cannon dust. It is also for this reason that the Kingdom of Ovilas has adopted a pioneering military recruitment policy, linking military service to the acquisition of national identity, while caring for and favouring the treatment and status of soldiers.

Since receiving the conscription order, Claude has ceased to be a civilian and, more precisely, he is now a paramilitary. This is also why he was not challenged to undergo identity checks for patrol police and security guards at the gate of the city. Sometimes a lot of civilians are even ordered to open their bags to check for contraband, and Claude doesn't need it. Those patrols and soldiers who find him going to Blue Feather Corps for officer training are simply stamped on the passes, and sometimes wish Claude well along the way with an enviable tone...

Even if that skinny uncle was a patrol cop, he would never dare take Claude to jail. Delaying the Royal Army's journey and making arrests on false charges, he wants the whole family dead together, doesn't he? Especially since the Blue Feather Corps has always been short guarded, you should know that Claude is not an ordinary recruit. At the very least, after his training, he is a sergeant. Although he is the lowest ranking officer in the army, it is also related to the face of the Blue Feather Corps, and not a White Wood City patrol can shoulder this responsibility.

Another wave of response from the guard post came from afar, and the sound was fast approaching the dead end. The thin man and the rest of the big man were relieved at the same time, and the thin man hated to say, "You're done, I'll find someone to entertain you in the cell. ”

Claude ignored the verbal threats of the skinny, at which point he was more concerned about the people who had just snuck in, what they wanted to do surrounding this dead end, targeting themselves or the skinny one?

The whistle stopped at a dead end, but it was doubtful that no one had come in for half a day. The skinny man has come to the corner of this dead end, and he says to the rest of the big man, “Keep an eye on him. Don't let him get away. I'll get my uncle. ”

The skinny guy turned around and ran out of his way. He just turned around and didn't know what he was hitting. “Ouch” followed by a “bang” clap.

“Get back!” A loud voice said, then the lean man covered the reddish left half of his face and stepped back into the dead end. His whole body trembled because the top of his chest was a short flare that lit the fire rope...