Qianye slowly grasped Young Master Zhao's outstretched hand, as if he was holding something in his clenched palm, both of his fingers were broken, but he still didn't let go. From between the severed fingers, it can be seen that it is a general-sized medicine bottle, and the label indicates a very common nerve soothing agent.
In the eyes of people with connections, this bottle of medicine is not worth a few silver coins at all. Perhaps this is also the reason why the murderer gave up taking it in the end.
But Qianye knew what the medicine was for.
This is the medicine Mr. Zhao bought for Qianye, it is used to relieve the symptoms of the blood of darkness attack. It was just because the other party was late in delivering the goods, so it was not delivered to Qianye until the end.
It's just that Qianye didn't expect that Mr. Zhao had his leg chopped off before he died, and he still didn't forget the bottle of medicine.
Qianye seemed to see Mr. Zhao standing up again, handed over the medicine bottle, and said proudly: "I, Mr. Zhao, never promise anything!"
The medicine has already been obtained, but now Qianye can no longer use it.
Qianye has been fighting for Young Master Zhao for some time. Every time he participates in a gambling battle, the reward he gets is one silver coin, and three battles can be exchanged for a bottle of medicine. Because virtual fighting is a technical job, the pay is higher than that of bloody fighting.
In the abandoned land, people who are not afraid of death are everywhere, but there are not many people who really know how to fight.
Such is the reality of Abandoned Lands, that people are constantly gambling with their bodies and their lives. But they won with their lives, and what they got was not worth as much as a piece of bread lost by those valve families in the middle and upper continents.
On the Eternal Night Continent, where there is no order and justice, Mr. Zhao, who promises what he promises, is completely different. On the surface, Qianye and Mr. Zhao are just a temporary employment relationship. In fact, Mr. Zhao has always treated him as a brother in private. This was also the reason why Qianye was willing to cooperate with him all the time, and secretly took several actions to protect him.
With Young Master Zhao around, forces from other regions would not be able to enter Lighthouse Town, and the people in the town could at least live a somewhat orderly life.
Mr. Zhao, the sheriff, and Qianye, they maintained the order in Lighthouse Town in black and white and gray areas respectively. Within the sphere of influence of Heiliu City, Lighthouse Town is a small piece of paradise, so more and more people live and live here. Even scavengers will try their best to come here to spend the night as long as the distance allows.
It's just that all their efforts were useless in front of the giant expeditionary force. It just moved the smallest little finger and crushed everything.
Qianye took a deep breath, only feeling a blood in his chest slowly boiling! He is unable to compete with the expeditionary army, but he can teach those accomplices and dogs a profound and eternal lesson!
Qianye said softly: "Master Zhao, give it to me, I have already received my reward."
As if by a miracle, Mr. Zhao's hand that had been tightly clenched suddenly loosened.
Qianye put the medicine bottle in his pocket and glanced into the room.
Here too, the two steel doors of the weapons cabinet were missing, leaving nothing inside. This was already expected by Qianye, and he didn't care about these ordinary gunpowder weapons.
He left Mr. Zhao's room and walked along the corridor silently.
When passing by the door of a room, Qianye suddenly stopped, and then took off the shotgun behind his back.
Voices came from the room, and one of them was Yan Hu.
"Thanks to Mr. Qi's help this time, I was able to sit in this position. From now on, if Mr. Qi has any orders, I, Yan Huo, will be in a hurry and will not hesitate!"
Another somewhat obscene and feminine voice said: "This guy surnamed Zhao and that kid named Qianye are too ungrateful and shameless! Are they just talking casually when they treat us as our young masters? Huh! What Mr. Zhao?" , but he’s just a ruffian, and he dares to call himself a son.”
Yan Huhu, who is also the leader of the gangster, laughed with him, and there was some embarrassment in his laughter.
The harsh voice continued: "You people, being able to rely on our young master and be a dog to him, I don't know how many people can't cultivate it! The young master throws a bone at will, and it's enough for you to eat a few Year! However, if you have other thoughts that you shouldn't have, hehe, don't blame me for saying ugly words first, then this Zhao's today is your tomorrow!"
Yan Hu said again and again: "Don't dare, dare not! I will do my best for the young master! Mr. Wang, it's getting late, shouldn't it be time to rest? You have taken a fancy to a woman in the town, and I will take someone to give it to you right now. You catch it!"
Mr. Wang sighed, and said, "The only one who has a taste here is Min'er. It's a pity..."
"Who made her bite the young master? The young master ordered her to suffer for seven days before she died. Today is the fifth night. Now she has already been made out of shape, so let's get another one."
The man hesitated for a moment and said, "Alright."
At this time, Qianye's icy voice suddenly came from outside the door: "There is no need to change people."
"who?"
"Who's out there?"
There was a shout in the room.
At this time, Qianye's perception greatly improved by the blood race physique played a role. Just listening to the chaotic footsteps, he outlined the situation in the room in his mind, as if he saw it with his own eyes.
One of the guards lunged straight for the door with a boldness bordering on stupidity.
Qianye put the shotgun against the door of the room and fired directly!
A big hole was blasted out of the thin wooden door. At such a short distance, the guard was also thrown backward by the huge momentum, his chest and abdomen were bloody.
Qianye kicked down the door, without even looking at it, he fired another shot into the room. The dense iron sand instantly covered most of the room, and there was a scream inside.
Behind that Lord Wang, jumped out a thick and big man, he was over two meters tall, and it seemed that even his head was covered with muscles. In front of him, Qianye, who was also over 1.85 meters tall, looked like a child.
There were dozens of blood spots on the big man's face and body, all of which were shot out by iron sand, but obviously this earthen double-barreled shotgun had no effect on him.
The big man roared angrily, rushed forward with big strides, raised a fist that was almost as big as Qianye's head, and slammed it hard into Qianye's face.
Qianye didn't dodge, and threw out the same punch, punching the big man hard!
Amidst the bone cracking sound, the big man's fist was obviously deformed, and even his arm was twisted to one side. With such a simple and rough punch, Qianye completely crushed his opponent!
Qianye kicked up, and an astonishing force burst out from his slightly thin body, directly kicking the big man into the air. The big man smashed through two walls with a bang, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Qianye clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Yan Hu, we met again. As for this gentleman, is his surname Wang?"
The Lord Wang that Yan Hu said was a middle-aged man, most of his hair was bald, and his huge belly looked very cumbersome. But it would be a mistake to belittle him because of his appearance. Such a guy actually has the strength of a first-class soldier.
"Qianye! Are you still alive?" Yan Hu exclaimed, subconsciously leaning against the wall.
That Mr. Wang was very calm. He lifted the table to block the flying iron sand just now, and his whole body seemed to be intact.
He said slowly: "You are Qianye? I have never met you, but I have heard of you. Our Young Master Qi is very interested in you. Originally, I thought you had escaped or died, so I put this here." Cleaned up and removed a few unsightly things. Now that you are back, I can make the decision and give you another chance to go back with me to work for the young master. How about it? You are very young and a talent. Only when you are a subordinate can you truly display your abilities. Otherwise, sooner or later, you will be like those dregs on the wasteland, who will do anything for a bite to eat. After you die, you will become the wild dog's dinner! Such a life, Is that really what you want?"
Mr. Wang talked in that soft voice, which was quite convincing.
"But I don't like some of your subordinates, such as this guy." Qianye pointed at Yan Hu.
Seeing Qianye like this, Mr. Wang heaved a sigh of relief instead: "If you are willing to do things for us, then he is of course useless. You can dispose of him as you like, and his current territory is also handed over to you to manage, how about it?" ? I can decide this matter!"
"No! No! Master Wang, this is not acceptable!" Yan Huo didn't expect this result at all, and jumped up in shock.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Hu, who seemed to be in extreme panic, suddenly pulled out his pistol, pulled the trigger viciously at Qianye, and yelled with a grinning grin: "Stinky boy, go to hell!"
The sound of gunfire and gunpowder smoke covered everything, and when Yan Hu emptied the bullet in the pistol, he saw Qianye standing there intact.
The corners of Mr. Wang's eyes kept twitching. He could see clearly from the side. Whenever Yan Huo pulled the trigger, Qianye's body would twist strangely, just avoiding the bullet's shooting trajectory. He has only seen this kind of skill in the military masters, which is also an important reason why the gunpowder gun can't do anything to the masters of the original force.
The magazine was empty, but Yan Huo was still desperately pulling the trigger. The bolt clicked and clicked in the air, as if it was sounding the death knell for him.
The continuous huge movement in the room finally alarmed the people stationed further away, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from the bottom to the top, from far to near.
Qianye stretched out his foot, and a pistol that belonged to the guard on the ground reached his palm, and then fired several shots at the wall on the other side of the corridor.
The partitions of these rooms are made of wood and iron, which looks a bit thin in front of the pistol. The bullets passed through the thin wall as if they had eyes, and shot at the people outside. The person who was shot screamed, jumped out of the railing, and fell heavily.
Falling from the height of a three-story building is an injury that will break a hand or a leg for an ordinary person. If it accidentally hits the neck bone, it will not survive.
Qianye fired five shots and shot down five people, and there was still one bullet in the pistol.
Without looking back, he swung the muzzle of the gun over his left shoulder, and the bullet accurately shot into Mr. Wang's arm, causing the latter to scream in pain, and as soon as he let go, a particularly heavy pistol fell to the ground.