Chapter 2619 I Know

Tolerance is reserved for those who do good, not those who do evil.

Those who do good will feel grateful; those who do evil will feel resentful.

A grateful person will repay a drop of kindness with a spring. An angry person will kill someone even if he fights with hatred.

Since he was able to lead people to smash the door today because of the shame and anger of the past few days, if we let him live, after we leave, he will intensify his revenge on Zach and Florence's family.

Rather than regretting it too late, it is better to cut it off now.

Seeing that the serious-looking adventurers refused to escape at all, I didn't plan to give them any more chances.

The steps were even, the sword light was cold, and the black and red murderous intent was fluttering in the wind like a cloak, as if giving me the most mysterious and strange background with the murderous intent.

When I was only five steps away from them, one adventurer couldn't bear the chilling air. He loosened his fingers, turned around, and ran away, not even bothering to pick up the weapon that fell on the ground.

Ignore the escaping adventurers, because I promised that they can leave if they want to, but only before I go on a killing spree.

With the example, the remaining hesitant adventurers finally had the courage to run away, just like the first adventurer who escaped, they even ran away without weapons.

This move seriously hurt the leader of this group of adventurers. He steeled himself and grinned: "Do you think you can scare me with some special effects that fool people? Let me tell you, we are not scared! Along the way, we have experienced countless hardships and obstacles, and we have climbed out of the dead and survived several times, me and me."

I walked up to him slowly and looked at him with the coldest eyes, but the sword in my hand did not move.

I was looking at his attitude and decided to use his attitude to determine his life or death.

The leader was sweating coldly, and his eyes gradually changed from fierce and determined to cowardly and fearful.

There was a soft snap, followed by a muffled thud, and his weapon fell to the ground. He himself knelt on the ground, his eyes were distracted, his lips were trembling, and he murmured: "I, I, surrender, please let me go."

Ignoring the leader who had lost his fighting spirit, I continued walking towards the clown.

When the other adventurers saw that the leader had lost their sense of fighting, they would no longer have the courage to fight. They took off their helmets and armor one by one, held their heads in their hands, and squatted on the spot, with their heads and legs curled up, like quails that had just hatched. .

The clown was also frightened. He turned around and wanted to run away, but he tripped over something unknown and fell to the ground with a plop. However, he was so frightened that he couldn't get up no matter how hard he climbed. He had to kick his hands and feet and keep moving back. With.

But how can this inch-by-inch movement be faster than my even-speed steps?

When I walked up to him, I looked down at him coldly, then slowly raised the knife in my hand, while my eyes kept moving, thinking about where to strike with this knife.

"No. Don't kill me. Please, don't kill me."

The clown was so frightened that he widened his eyes and begged, hoping to be spared his life.

But I spared his life once, didn't I?

It's just that he couldn't grasp it.

Not only that, but he went even worse, repaying kindness with hatred!

This can't be tolerated.

Therefore, no matter how much he begs today, or whoever intercedes on his behalf, it is impossible to save his life, not even if Carter Horton comes!

Just as I was thinking, suddenly there was a hurried cry from behind: "Save one under the knife, save one under the knife!"

The sound was as rapid as a buzzing drill.

The clown's face instantly brightened up, as if he was having a flashback. He opened his mouth and shouted: "Dad! Save me."

Then, a red line appeared on his neck, clear and straight from left to right.

Then, the clown fell down with disbelief on his face and burped.

The voice behind him became extremely shrill: "Son, my son!"

I turned around and looked at the person who came coldly. He was a middle-aged man with bean eyes, a big nose, a square mouth and fat ears. He was slightly fat and dressed luxuriously. At first glance, he was an unusual town citizen.

The clown's father, who was coming at a fast pace, was startled by my gaze. He stopped immediately, his expression changed several times, and then asked in a gloomy voice: "Who are you? Why don't you listen to my advice?" ?”

"Does it matter who I am?" Staring at him coldly, I said word by word: "And why should I listen to your advice?"

The person who came was obviously irritated by me. He gritted his teeth and said, "I wonder why Quanzi has any grudge against you. Why do you have to do this?"

"There is a bit of grudge." I nodded slightly and said, "Your son was resentful and brought this group of people over to smash the door, which affected my rest. This reason is enough."

"It's just affecting your rest, so you're so cruel?" The visitor pointed his halberd at me and shouted angrily: "How vicious and barbaric! You have to pay the price!"

"The price? Oh, haha." I sneered: "If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that your son is pestering my fiancée, and you, the father, don't even care about it. I haven't even settled the accounts with you yet, but you and I The word theory comes with a price, is it funny or not?”

The middle-aged man was suffocated when he heard the words, and a flash of shame flashed across his livid face, but then he argued: "Young people, of course, have the right to pursue love. Besides, my son doesn't know that the girl has a fiancé."

"Hahaha!" After hearing his forced excuse, I couldn't help but laugh three times.

"Why are you laughing?" The middle-aged man's anger rose, and his eyes became fierce.

It can be seen that his status in this town is probably very noble. He is used to being arrogant. When he was suddenly interrupted, he suddenly became angry. If I hadn't seen a group of adventurers trembling around me like quails, they wouldn't dare to move. If you move, I guarantee, he will definitely rush over and slap me.

I didn't answer the middle-aged man's question. Instead, I looked up to the sky and asked loudly: "Who knows where his home is?"

Most of the passers-by pretended not to hear, huddled up in the corner of the street, and continued to stretch their necks to watch the excitement.

On the contrary, there was a child about ten years old running over with small steps.

Stopping and raising his head, he looked at me quietly, then twitched his nose and whispered: "I know."

This child was dressed simply, with patches in many places. Although he was shabbily dressed, there was a burst of energy in his eyes. I couldn’t tell what this energy was. Anyway, I could only feel anger and hatred. .

He probably has a lot of grudges with the middle-aged man.

Since there is enmity, it is easy to deal with. Although the enemy of my enemy may not be a friend, he may not be an enemy. Based on this reason, I think he will probably not deceive me.

Leaning down, I smiled and asked, "You know?"

"I know!" He twitched his nose again and said firmly: "I know! I know better than anyone in this town!"