Lower City District, Underground Street, Sunset Pub.
"You really should have gone to take a look the day before yesterday. It was really crowded … especially when the second prince appeared. I could not help but shout along with him — Hey, boy! Watch where you're going! "
A ten-year-old boy carrying a bag full of potatoes squeezed past the fat and fierce Edmund with a bitter expression.
Edmund snorted and turned his head back to continue fiddling with the food on his plate. "Hehe, you don't know, right? The new prince's name is Thales. It's exactly the same name as that black-haired rascal who always came here to freeload … Boy, why are you turning your head back? What does the prince have to do with you? Get back to work!
"I heard that the philandering Kessel wants to use his life to make peace with Eckstedt. Today, everyone in the market is talking about this. Everyone is filled with righteous indignation, saying that the suzerains of Constellation are all good-for-nothings who can't protect the country, and that the royal family has sacrificed too much for Constellation … Bah, that Jadestar Royal Family that only produces lunatics. You don't know, twelve years ago, I was in front of the palace gate …"
In front of Edmund was a young girl in tight trousers and a sleeveless coat. She was bored to death and was fiddling with her short brown hair. She leaned against the food delivery window between the front desk and the kitchen, looking as if she had nothing to live for.
The face of this nimble and valiant brown-haired girl twitched. She gritted her teeth and said,
"I say, before you tear it into pieces, are you going to give me that plate of steak or not?!"
Edmund raised his head with a furious expression.
He glared at the female bartender of Sunset Pub, Jala Charleton, and pushed the steak in his hand towards her.
Jala turned around and passed the steak to the timid little girl with a scar on her face outside the front desk.
Behind her, Edmund snorted. "What kind of attitude is this! I just want to have a chat with you … to enlighten you so that you can forget about that golden-haired, green-skinned heartless man … "
Jala rolled her eyes fiercely. Her delicate face was as long as the surface of a pen. She turned her head and replied angrily,
"Damn fatty! If you bring this up again, I will give your dream lover … "
"Hey, hey, hey!" The plump chef Edmund's expression changed drastically. He raised his chubby hand and slapped the delivery window twice.
"You're going to fall out with me just because of a disagreement? I'm just concerned about my cute niece's relationship progress. You know, the most important thing for two people is to have a common language. If a gangster bartender and a police officer get together … "
Jala could not take it anymore and punched the bar counter!
"Everyone, listen up!"
Jala shouted in a loud and gruff voice, attracting the gazes of all the customers.
"My forty-one-year-old uncle, the chef of Sunset Pub, Edmund Skorch, loves the woman he loves the most in his life …"
At that moment, Edmund sucked in a breath of air like a pet cat with its fur standing on end!
Before Jala could reveal the name, the fat chef roared with all his might, "That's right!"
"Stop —!"
Jala shut her mouth and looked at him with disdain.
She said disdainfully, "Single dog, coward, unrequited love."
Edmund glared at his niece dejectedly and said embarrassedly, "That's right.
"Um … There are no more potatoes. I'm going to restock …"
Sinti, who was carrying another bag full of potatoes, watched Edmund leave the kitchen with a puzzled expression.
'There are no more potatoes? Then what am I carrying … '
At that moment, a boy with his right hand wrapped in a piece of cloth stumbled in with a panicked expression.
"He-they-they're here!"
With a long face and a swollen head, Ryan pounced on the bar counter.
The poor child was hugged by the surprised Sinti.
Jala's expression darkened and she put down the rag in her hand.
Coria, who had just returned from delivering food, raised her head to look at the entrance and could not help but tremble.
With a pale face, she watched a dozen fierce-looking men dressed in black rudely push aside the customers who blocked their way and slowly walk into the pub.
The noisy pub instantly fell silent.
"Go to the kitchen."
Jala extended her hand to the side of her leg and calmly said to the three child beggars.
However, two thugs dressed in black walked out from the dozen of people. They looked hostile and blocked the entrance from the bar counter to the kitchen.
The three child beggars cowered and hid by Jala's side.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
Jala angrily asked, "This is Sunset Pub! This is not Black Street! Even Morris would not dare to behave atrociously here! "
However, the thugs were unmoved. They only walked to every corner of the pub with indifferent expressions, as if they were standing guard.
One of the thugs, who looked like a tough guy, took out a single-sided axe from behind his back.
Under the angry and fearful gazes of a few customers, his expression was cold as he swung the axe with one hand.
He chopped at a table.
* Bang! *
The huge force smashed the table in half and sent it flying.
Many customers covered their heads in panic, trying to block the flying shards.
The resolute axe man turned his head coldly and said loudly to the others in the pub, "The Brotherhood is doing business.
"The Brotherhood has business. Get lost."
The customers in the pub recognized the identity of these people and whose subordinates they were.
'Thunder Axe' Oschu, one of the thirteen generals of the Brotherhood.
They were the 'tough guys' who were in charge of smuggling arms across borders.
Many people stood up without hesitation and left the pub as if they were fleeing.
At that moment!
A silver bolt of lightning flew towards Oschu at an extremely fast speed!
It was a flying knife with a strange arc.
Sunset Pub's famous Wolf Limb Knife!
Oschu's expression changed. He swung his axe and knocked away the flying knife just in time.
* Ding! *
But Oschu's body trembled!
He was shocked to find that the flying knife had a strange power that vibrated and transmitted to his hand.
He could not help but freeze.
Oschu gritted his teeth to resist the tremor. 'What is this?'
An even faster slender figure had already grabbed another knife and was flying towards him from the bar counter at an extremely fast speed!
'Sniper Knife!'
It went straight for his throat!
Oschu's pupils shrank while he was still frozen in place.
He could not dodge it.
But the expected splatter of blood and flesh did not come.
Jala gritted her teeth and watched in disbelief as the knife she was supposed to cut into Oschu's throat was held tightly by a hand wearing an iron glove.
The owner of the iron glove was a middle-aged man with a face full of scars.
He stood beside Jala, and at the critical moment, he pinched the Charleton Family's Instant Kill Knife!
"I still remember that as a Charleton who gave up on his family's profession, you are just a useless ordinary class," the scarred middle-aged man said coldly. "If it were not for the 'Reversed Machete', you would not even have the chance to be a bartender here. The Brotherhood does not accept trash.
"But judging from the strange tremor on your knife, you have unknowingly become a supra class elite." The middle-aged man let go of the knife in his hand and snorted. "It seems that the killings and battles in Red Street Market have improved you. As expected, the people of the Charleton Family can only improve their skills by bathing in blood."
Jala took a step back with a face full of anger. She gritted her teeth and looked at the great enemy in front of her.
'Damn it.'
After Red Street Market, she had clearly improved so much.
She had reached supra class and mastered 'Strange Tremor'. But why was this guy able to catch her Instant Kill Knife?!
The remaining customers whispered among themselves and left dejectedly. One of them looked puzzled and wanted to argue, but he was immediately pulled away by another customer who knew the situation.
They recognized the middle-aged man with a face full of scars.
He was one of the Six Powerhouses of the Brotherhood. He was second only to 'Crownless Fist' Cenza in the arms smuggling business.
'Iron Heart' Shanda Roda.
He was also Quide Roda's father. 'Jala secretly gritted her teeth.
The customers did not hesitate and immediately ran away.
"You do not have to wonder why I could catch your knife. There is never a certainty in a battle. The so-called division between ordinary class and supra class is just a saying."
Roda, who looked ferocious because of the scar, snorted softly. He did not even look at Jala.
Oschu looked at Jala with a face full of indignation. He put the axe back on his back and pulled out a chair for Roda.
"Due to various reasons, it is very normal for people of the same class to be crushed by one side, or for people of different classes to be evenly matched."
Roda, whose face was full of scars, casually sat down on the chair. He crossed his arms and looked at the female bartender, who looked as if she was facing a great enemy.
"When I was young, I even saw a supra class swordsman. In a battle where the disparity in strength was so great that it was almost impossible for him to win …
… he killed two supreme class elites. "
'What?'
Jala's pupils shrank.
Roda looked at the shocked Jala and said with a smile, "That was the battle where the person I admired the most became famous. Faced with that kind of encirclement and that kind of enemy, I thought I was going to die there …"
"Until he raised his sword."
"So, from then on, I no longer believed in any absolute division of strength. Even supreme class elites could be killed like pigs …"
Roda leaned forward. There was a thoughtful and serious look on his scarred face.
"Then why is it impossible for my useless son to be killed by a few child beggars?"
Jala furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Roda in surprise.
'He.
'He really came …'
The three children behind her shrunk even more.
Jala subconsciously took a step to the side and blocked the three children. She raised the knife in her hand.
"Now, are you sure you still want to use your knife in front of me, little girl?"
Roda exhaled and smiled in satisfaction.
The female bartender glanced at Oschow and the dozen strong men around him from the corner of her eyes.
She knew that this was the elite team in the Brotherhood who were in charge of smuggling firearms.
She could not fight against them.
Jala gritted her teeth and stabbed the Wolf Limb Blade in her right hand into the table by the side.
'Damn it.
What should I do? '
"So, this is the original form of the 'Reversed Machete'?"
The middle-aged man with the scar looked at the strange curve of the Wolf Limb Blade. He used the iron glove on his right hand to rub the four rings on his left hand and said slowly, "The legendary assassin of the Brotherhood changed his weapon because of the creativity of a little girl like you. In just a few years, he even changed his nickname. How rare."
"I call it the 'Wolf Limb Blade'," Jala said coldly. She looked like she was trying to chase him away.
"What does it matter? No matter how famous the name of the weapon is, it doesn't matter." Roda laughed softly. "The key lies in the person who uses it. In your hands, this knife can only cut meat, but in the hands of the 'Reversed Machete', it can break through layers of defense and kill the previous Duke of Iris Flowers of Constellation."
Jala furrowed her brows and looked at the middle-aged man with the scar in front of her.
"Let's get down to business," Jala said coldly. "The old man doesn't like people interrupting his business."
Shanda Roda, a terrifying existence among the Six Powerhouses of the Brotherhood, sneered. "Do you think you can scare me with the 'Reversed Machete'?"
Jala did not answer.
But she felt a chill in her heart.
'The other party came prepared.'
"You know, I don't usually care much about my own son. I don't even know if he's a child born from a prostitute.
"Besides, he's a piece of trash." Roda snorted.
"That's why I don't really care whether he lives or dies." Roda raised his head and exercised the joints in his neck. "But since he took my surname and is working in the Brotherhood …
"In that case, I will not tolerate someone using his life to challenge my authority."
Roda's words were sinister.
"I can't tolerate someone who bears the blood debt of the Roda Family not receiving the punishment he deserves either."
Jala furrowed her brows.
She looked around her again.
'What should I do?
When will Edmund return?
What about the old man? '
"It took me some time to track him down to this place," Roda said flatly.
"I broke more than ten child beggars, and only then did I find out that the most suspicious murderer might be hiding in Sunset Pub."
Roda's gaze fell on the three children.
Coria was so frightened that she immediately cried.
Jala gritted her teeth and thought of Thales' words. She took a step forward and said loudly,
"They have nothing to do with your son's death! There's a missing boy, and he's the real murderer who killed Quide! "
Roda laughed out loud, and the scar on his face trembled. "I know. This brat with a broken arm also said the same thing. Thales, right? He has the same name as the new prince … Then the question is, where did he go? "
Jala took a deep breath and forced herself to forget about that night in Red Street Market. "You shouldn't have asked me."
Roda narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you protecting these three child beggars so tightly? Does Sunset Pub really need three child beggars who can't even lift a plate to operate? "
"That's my business," Jala pursed her lips and said.
Unexpectedly, Roda raised his eyebrows and nodded. "That's true."
While Jala was puzzled, Shanda Roda leaned back nonchalantly and waved at his subordinates.
"So, I guess you won't mind …"
"Leave all these runaways to me?"
Before Jala could react, Roda's subordinates stepped forward without hesitation.
Amidst the cries and kicks of the three children, the thugs coldly separated them and roughly carried them on their shoulders.
"Sister Jala …" Coria cried, but her mouth was covered by a thug.
Sinti's arm was held behind his back, and he groaned in pain.
Ryan only shivered and allowed the thugs to subdue him.
Jala glared angrily. "You …"
The agitated female bartender suddenly pulled out the knife on the table!
As her figure moved, the Swift Killing Knife, which had forced the bald Sven to surrender and beg for mercy in Red Street Market, was resolutely unsheathed.
Her target was Roda!
But before she could move the knife a foot further, Roda's body did not move. He stretched out his arm.
The gauntlet firmly gripped her knife again!
As if a mamba snake had its weak spot seized, Jala's swift figure instantly froze!
Jala looked at the indifferent Roda in shock. She felt as if there was a huge rock hanging on the knife in her hand. She had to hold it with all her might to prevent it from falling out of her hand.
At that moment, the female bartender's expression was extremely unpleasant.
'Impossible.
The Swift Killing Knife, which is known for its speed, ingenuity, and dexterity, was actually … '
"Don't force me, young lady," Roda said flatly. "We are both supra classes, but when it comes to fighting, I have a hundred ways to effortlessly defeat you."
Jala watched in disbelief as the Wolf Limb Blade in her hand was forcefully bent by Roda!
The gauntlet loosened and let go of the deformed Wolf Limb Blade.
But immediately after, the blade of an axe blocked Jala's throat.
"This time, you won't have a chance." Aoschok's eyes burned with fighting spirit.
Jala bit her lip and looked at the enemies who seemed to have the intention to surround her. She said angrily,
She said angrily, "This is Sunset Pub!
You are challenging the old man's authority! "
Roda stood up coldly.
"Listen up, young lady." Anger and hatred appeared in his eyes. "I respect your family name and the owner of this pub. This is why I have not touched a single hair on you. I have already shown my greatest friendship and goodwill, as well as my respect for the 'Reversed Machete'."
Jala raised her head indignantly. "But you can't —"
But Roda roared and interrupted her.
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Jala was stunned for a second.
With a ferocious expression, Roda walked in front of her and stared down at her. "Do you think I don't know that you are related to my son's death?
Hundreds of people saw him come to your pub, and you crippled one of his hands. "
'He knows?'
Under great pressure, Jala's breathing quickened.
"I don't care how he was schemed against." Roda exhaled and laughed savagely. "I only plan to get rid of all the people related to his death."
The three children continued to struggle and kick, but they gradually lost their strength.
Roda's scarred face twitched, and he said in a terrifying manner, "That's why I have been very lenient toward you. Young lady, you should go and see that Naer Rick!
"Lance said all sorts of good things for him."
Jala's heart trembled.
'Rick?'
"So, for the sake of our old friend," Roda straightened his clothes and revealed a ferocious smile.
"I only dug out one of his eyes and crippled one of his hands."
Roda's tone became indifferent again.
"Don't worry, I am not a murderer, nor am I a sadist.
I just have some authority to uphold. "
Jala lowered her head. Her heart was filled with bitterness.
'What should I do?
I don't have any ideas.
'If you were here, smart little brat.
What would you do? '
"Continue with your business. I will compensate for the losses here."
Roda turned around nonchalantly, stepped over the messy pub, and walked out of the door.
"Send my regards to Lord Reversed Machete."
Aoschow looked at the messy tables and chairs on the floor and nonchalantly threw down a bag of money.
"You are very powerful," Thunder Axe said with a cold expression, "but I will definitely be stronger than you."
The group left into the distance.
Jala stared at their backs in a daze.
Only the three children's cries and struggles were left in the air.
Jala clenched her fists and looked at the Wolf Limb Blade in her hand.
Her expression was one of struggle.
The hand that held the blade began to tremble.
The children's sounds gradually faded into the distance until they disappeared.
Jala lowered her head deeply.
* Clang! *
The Wolf Limb Blade fell powerlessly.
The female bartender of Sunset Pub's knees buckled.
She knelt down in the mess on the floor.
"Jala Charleton."
The bartender trembled and muttered weakly to herself.
"You're terrible."
Jala shut her eyes tightly.
She almost crushed the teeth in her mouth.
A few tears rolled down her cheeks.
'I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, brat. '
The tears fell on the floor.
'I couldn't …
'I couldn't …
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