In the lower city, in the messy market, there is the smell of rotten vegetable leaves and stinking ditches.
The young man stepped on mud under his feet and looked back at the mess all around him: "Brother, is your memory reliable?"
"Don't worry, don't worry. I remember it's right here!"
Charles nodded with great confidence: "Just walk a little further and you'll be there just around the corner!"
"You said this ten minutes ago. The last time you said this, we were still on the street... and then we came to this damn place!"
Ye Qingxuan looked remorseful and felt a deep pain in his balls.
"But this is Avalon, junior brother!"
Charles patted his shoulder vigorously: "It always has so many surprises! Oh, I think this radish is quite cheap. Why don't we buy some and make soup?"
"At this time, can we get down to business first? How cheap can radishes be... Oh, it's really cheap. This big pumpkin is not bad! Boss, give me two kilograms. How do you sell the cabbage here?"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were attracted by the vegetables, and he skillfully negotiated the price with the aunt at the stall, and finally asked the stall owner to buy him two eggplants after much deliberation.
In the end, after buying so many things at almost half the price, Ye Qingxuan's mood became better, and he hugged a lot of things with satisfaction:
"You're really lucky today. Senior brother, you've been drinking so much lately, and I can still make some soup to wake you up... Damn it, senior brother, where are you?!"
Only now did he realize that as soon as he turned around, his senior brother had disappeared!
"Boss, did you see where the guy who was with me just now went?"
Behind the stall, the tall and round aunt rolled her eyes lazily: "Just now when you were buying groceries, there seemed to be a little girl in red who waved to him, and he left..."
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Ye Qingxuan almost spat out blood and couldn't help but want to yell: Charles, you bastard, are you going out to pick up girls or are you leading the way
Soon, he had to worry about another thing as he started his journey again.
In Xiacheng District, in the intricate alleys filled with sewage, he looked around at scenes he had seen not long ago, and finally discovered:
I'm lost...
In the silence, he heard a faint sound coming from a distance.
It seemed like someone was coming.
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"We're here, sir, we're here!"
Outside the alley, a slovenly homeless man smiled extremely flatteringly.
He rubbed his hands together enthusiastically and looked at the person in front of him. The man in black robe stood at the entrance of the alley, staring into the distance.
Under the scorching sun, his face and body were hidden in the thick hood and robe, exuding a chill from the inside out, like a ghost, which was terrifying.
"you sure?"
A hoarse voice asked from under the hood.
"For the sake of money, I would never dare to tell any lies."
The tramp whispered next to him, "He just entered here. I saw it with my own eyes. A white-haired oriental kid, absolutely right!"
His expression was full of awe, "Besides, you are a big shot. Everyone in the lower city knows that if you want to make a living, you must not offend Mr. Professor."
"That's best."
The man named Professor nodded, his voice sounding like bone fragments rubbing together: "Otherwise, you'd better worry about whether you have the life to spend all this money."
From the cuff of the robe, a pale and thin palm protruded. Like a dead person, there is a kind of paleness without sunlight.
Seeing that palm, the tramp's eyes became eager again. His eyes fell on the stack of green money orders held between his two fingers, and he couldn't move away.
Seeing the stack of money, the tramp couldn't help grinning and smirking: That was a large money order issued by the church, a whole stack, all with a face value of one thousand pounds...
The money orders were tied into a roll with a hemp rope, thrown out by the professor's fingers, and rolled to the ground.
"You are dismissed."
The professor waved and walked towards the alley without looking back.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
The homeless man pounced on it like a hungry dog, picked up the money orders on the ground, counted them eagerly, and laughed with excitement.
"I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich!"
Clutching the money order tightly with dirty fingers, and with feverish eyes, he put these cute little treasures into his pocket.
But when he raised his head, he was stunned.
A pair of feet stood in front of him.
He raised his head in surprise and saw a cane decorated with silver and precious stones. The cane was held in a clean and slender hand.
The index finger of that hand wore a huge ruby ring with the family crest embedded in the gem.
As if preparing to go to a banquet, on the cuffs of the exquisitely crafted dress, two cufflinks set with diamonds reflect a restrained and luxurious light.
"Mr. Professor, why are you in such a hurry? Why don't we have a chat?"
The man holding the cane made a voice. The voice had an elegant tone and sounded gentle and calm, like advice from a friend.
The man was wearing a top hat, holding his cane, and was well-dressed. There was a polite smile on his handsome face, full of Sicilian hypocrisy and arrogance.
If that were the case, it wouldn't be enough to make the homeless man scream.
But behind that young man... was a group of thugs armed with sharp knives and iron rods. Those burly men appeared in the alley at some unknown time, silently. Those eyes were gloomy, full of unruliness and ferocity, looking at him with a mocking smile, like looking at a clown.
In the entire Avalon, only this group of thugs wore such distinctive costumes.
Those guys are all Sicilians!
"Black, black, mafia..."
The homeless man finally reacted and screamed as if he had seen a ghost. As the young man let go of his hand, he collapsed on the ground and crawled out backwards in a mess: "I, I, I..."
The young man had no interest in what he was doing. He just waved his hand and told him to get out. The homeless man crawled backwards on the ground in fear. When he was far away, he stood up on the wall and ran away without looking back.
I didn't even dare to ask for the money order and money that fell on the ground.
In the alley, only the professor, surrounded by thugs, and the young man leading the thugs were left.
"It seems I'm surrounded?"
The professor didn't realize that he had been surrounded just now, he just stared at this group of "friends" who came with bad intentions.
"First meeting, Mr. Professor. I am the second son of the Luso family. You can call me Lorenzo. The Eagle of Palermo - Lorenzo."
The young man stroked his chest and saluted in a gentlemanly manner, but when he looked at the professor, his eyes were full of mockery: "It's just that the legendary 'venomous snake' jumped into someone else's trap without warning. It was really unexpected." ."
"Lorenzo? Is he Schulzi's son?"
Under the hood, the professor looked at the young man, as if he had expected it: "Your speed is beyond my expectation. I originally thought that the first people to come here were the Tianzhu people."
"Actually, they were the first ones to arrive."
Lorenzo shrugged and looked behind him.
Behind him, at the feet of the Sicilian thugs, there was red blood flowing.
The warm blood extended from another alley and finally flowed into the open sewer.
A few burly men who were still cleaning up the scene dragged the two mutilated bodies and threw them into the sewer, watching them roll and disappear into the darkness as the turbid water flowed.
It was obvious that the Tianzhu people who arrived first had been eliminated by this group of Sicilians.
The originally laid ambush was destroyed by a crisp surprise attack before it had time to take effect.
At the very back, a fat corpse still had a stunned look on its face. One of the leaders of the Tianzhu people, Shah Rukh, was cut into pieces with random knives.
Death was silent.
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"It seems I have underestimated you."
The professor looked back from the sewer: "It seems that you have been prepared. Do you want to be like those Tianzhu people? Stay here and catch everyone who wants a piece of the pie... Do you also want that kid?"
"You want to delay?"
Lorenzo saw through the professor's mind, shook his head and smiled: "It's useless, we have cleared everything within a few hundred meters nearby. Now, Mr. Professor, you'd better be clearer. Although we are enemies, look Because you have given us advice, I am willing to let you leave here safely and intact. What do you think of this proposal?"
"Really? Then I have to thank you for your mercy."
The professor said calmly. "It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to get out."
"Are you worried about my betrayal?"
Lorenzo frowned, his eyes were cold, "I am the second son of the Luso family, and my fathers taught me that I will keep my word. Sicilians never break their promises. For Guishou's sake, as long as you promise If you don’t get involved in this muddy water anymore, I’m willing to let you go.”
"idiot."
The professor sighed.
"—You think I'm talking about you?"
Lorenzo was stunned and was about to say something, but his expression changed.
For a moment, he felt the sound of the earth shaking.
In the silence, the blue bricks beneath my feet were shaking, as if a hammer was hitting the ground. From both ends of this alley, there were heavy footsteps.
The sound of footsteps was like the friction between iron pieces and stones, with a sharp sound and sparks shooting out. In the alley, Lorenzo raised his head in shock and looked to both sides, as if he was seeing a nightmare.
Just at both ends of the alley, there was an iron light flashing.
That's the color of heavy plate armor—plate armor!
"damn it."
When Lorenzo recovered from his shock, he couldn't help but cursed.
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Just as he was unprepared, a group of burly men wearing iron armor appeared from around the corner.
It's like the hungry wolves who were supposed to appear on the battlefield took the wrong path and came here. Those well-armed, burly men were covered in heavy armor, walking in uniform footsteps, like a legion marching!
Dragging iron axes and two-handed swords in their hands, the heavy iron tools split the stone bricks, leaving a ferocious and sharp sound.
But this is not a battlefield! This is Avalon!
But why would a heavy infantry team appear here? !