Chapter 121 Victim

Soon, Clark, who was thinking wildly, and even the spear, became vain and weak, without any murderous intention.

I sighed, took the opportunity to grab the spear body, pulled hard, took the spear out of his hand, and threw it aside.

He was as if he was stupid. He didn't even move to pick up the spear. He just stared at his hands in a daze.

"Do you want to fight again?" I put away the knife, took two steps back, and asked.

Clark didn't react, like a clay puppet, he just kept looking at his hands, which were also trembling.

Seeing his appearance, I felt very bored and said impatiently: "Just tell me, will we fight? If we fight, pick up the spear and let's continue; if we don't fight, call someone to investigate." What are you looking for?"

Charles, who was on the side, was very frightened when he saw Clark being defeated so lightly. When he heard me calling him, he let out an ah, and then said cautiously: "My name is Charles."

"Yes, that's Charles. Tell him to give me his breastplate."

My voice was loud, but Clark always stood there, motionless, seemingly not even listening to what I said, and just twirling his hands as if he had a cerebral thrombosis.

"Hey, I'm calling you, the one with the blond hair!" I frowned and shouted at Clark.

"How could it be possible? How could it be possible?" Clark kept repeating this sentence as if he was mentally ill.

"Hey, you should say something back."

"How could it be!" Clark suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened with countless bloodshot eyes, full of violence and madness!

"How could I lose to you, to someone like you!" Clark roared at me like a crazy fighting cock.

"Hey, let me tell you, are you sick here?" I raised my hand and pointed at my head.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Clark turned aside, picked up the spear that fell on the ground, picked up the tip of the spear, and killed me.

This time, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the spearhead danced faster and faster, but it also became more chaotic - he had lost his mind.

"It's really stupid to fight if you can't beat me." I said while using the sword to deflect the stabbing attacks one by one.

However, Clark, who has lost his mind, is like a machine that has lost control. As long as his physical strength is not completely exhausted, he will never stop this crazy attack.

After four or five minutes of fighting with swords and spears, Clark's offensive finally weakened, and became weaker and weaker. Within a few moves, he was sweating profusely and panting. You didn't need to look to know that his physical strength was about to be exhausted. Exhausted.

Finally, when Clark's spear tip was bounced away by me again, he no longer had any strength, and even his crazy eyes became weak.

With a clang, his spear fell to the ground, and then his body fell down weakly.

"It's unnecessary." I said, looking at Charles with sharp eyes, and walked towards him step by step: "Can you return my breastplate to me now?"

This time, Charles didn't retreat or run away. Instead, he stood there with frightened eyes and his legs trembling continuously.

Just when I was less than two meters away from Charles, a swordsman wearing heavy armor forcibly tore a hole in the crowd of onlookers and walked over with great style.

This man is very burly and has blond hair. However, unlike Clark, his appearance is not handsome. He is ordinary at most. There is no vanity in his eyes. Instead, he has a domineering look, which is similar to the one he was attacked by me before. Clark, who was knocked down in an understatement, is completely different. At first glance, he looks like a veteran adventurer who has been on the battlefield.

His walking pace was not fast, but he was very steady. He wished he could leave a footprint with every step he took.

Behind him were two adventurers, a man and a woman. The man was wearing a white priest's robe. He was very thin and tall, with a lingering smile on his face; the woman was quite pretty. , but with a frosty face, wearing a magic robe. The robe bifurcates from the thigh down. Every time he takes a step, more than half of his white thighs will be exposed, attracting the attention of onlookers.

I turned to look at Charles. This guy no longer looked at me, but turned to stare at the person. The fear in his eyes not only did not dissipate, but increased a lot.

"My name is Harold, and I am the captain of the city defense of Ai Rui City." Harold didn't even look at Charles, but turned to me and said, "Why are you fighting here?"

"He took my breastplate. I came to ask for it from him," I pointed at Charles and said.

"Is that so?" Harold turned to Charles.

"No, I didn't take it!" Charles choked, refusing to admit it.

"Do you have any evidence such as an IOU or a contract that can prove that he took your breastplate?" Harold turned to me and asked.

"There is no evidence." I shook my head: "But there is one witness."

I shouted to Mi Lulu: "Catch your uncle, I need help."

Milulu responded and was about to go in to catch Patch, but was stopped by Harold: "Even if we find witnesses, there is no way to prove that what he said is true. What I need is evidence, like a contract." Something like that.”

"Uh" I was in trouble and scratched my head: "Mi Lulu, go ask Patch if there was a loan contract or anything like that when the breastplate was taken away?"

Mi Lulu responded and walked in. After a while, she came out and shook her head at me.

"I'll give it to you. I didn't sign such an important thing. I'm convinced." I groaned helplessly. I turned to Harold and said, "I don't have any evidence."

"Then there's nothing we can do," Harold said, "Everything must be based on evidence. Without evidence, I can't help you."

"You're so unlucky." I spat and said to Charles, "I'm telling you, try not to let me run into you in the future, otherwise I'll beat you every time I see you!"

Charles was obviously frightened by my words. He pointed at me tremblingly and said to Harold: "Ha, Sir Harold, look at him, he is threatening me!"

Harold ignored him completely, but stared at me. When he saw me turning around to leave, he said, "Wait a minute, please stay, we still have some accounts to settle."

"What debt?" I scratched my head: "I don't remember owing anyone money."

"It's not about money." Harold pointed to Clark lying on the ground and said to me: "You defeated the captain of the city defense team in Ai Rui City. I need an explanation about this."

"What's the explanation for this?" I argued, "Besides, he was the one who made the move first, and I'm still the victim!"