Surrounded by more than twenty beggars, these people knelt in front of Hawk and Link. Although their eyes were rather timid, they refused to leave.
The alley was very quiet. Hawk looked around at these beggars and frowned. "You just said that you hoped I could lead you to make a living. Why do you have such an idea?"
The middle-aged beggar said with a smile, "You two big shots have been hanging around here for a while. We watched you go from not being able to eat to being able to buy furniture and even a house. So I was thinking that you two big shots definitely have a way to fill our stomachs. We don't have any other skills, but we are obedient. As long as we can fill our stomachs, we are willing to do anything the two sirs ask us to do. "
The noise on the street came faintly from the corner of the alley. This group of beggars knelt on the ground, their expressions serious to the point of almost piety.
Link was somewhat moved. He looked at Hawk and seemed to want to say something.
But at this moment, Hawk suddenly sneered. He reached out and grabbed the collar of the middle-aged beggar who spoke, lifting the latter forcefully.
He then slammed heavily into the wall of the alley.
After a thud, the middle-aged beggar's face contorted in pain. He grabbed Hawk's hands with all his might, trying to twist them away so that he could come down from midair.
But he was just a beggar who didn't have enough to eat all year round. Hawk, on the other hand, was a professional. Although his level was very low, it was still not something a beggar could contend with.
From the moment Hawk lifted the beggar up to slamming him against the wall, these two movements were too fast.
By the time the others reacted, most of the kneeling beggars immediately ran away, and many others crawled up from the ground in fright and ran into the distance. Link, on the other hand, glared at Hawk.
He didn't understand why Hawk would bully a beggar, but as a good friend, he didn't ask too much.
The raised beggar's breathing became more and more difficult, and soon his face turned red. Hawk raised his hand with one hand and asked coldly, "Who taught you to say those words just now? You are a beggar, you can't say such organized words. If you had such skills, at least you would be able to eat your fill and wouldn't need to be a beggar at all. "
The beggar shook his head vigorously.
"You don't want to tell me, do you?" Hawk's expression was a little sinister. He raised the beggar and slammed it against the wall again.
After a thud, the beggar's face paled for a moment, then turned red. He began to cough violently, and then shook his head with even greater speed. His hands seemed to be trying to pry Hawk's hands apart.
"You still don't want to talk?" Hawk looked like he was going to hit the wall with the beggar again.
Hearing this, the beggar struggled even harder.
At this time, Link said, "Hawk, he might be choked by the collar. He can't speak or breathe."
"I know, I did it on purpose." Hawk threw the beggar onto the ground, and then half-squatted down. With a sinister smile, he said, "A beggar like you wouldn't be able to say something like that. Who taught you to say that? "
The beggar gasped for air while looking at Hawk in horror. When his body was no longer lacking in oxygen, he immediately sat on the ground and kicked his legs to move his body backward with all his might. Unfortunately, Hawk stepped on his calf and fixed him to the ground.
"Ah, my leg, I beg you, let go!" The beggar let out a miserable scream.
Hawk, however, was unmoved. He said coldly, "In the past two months, I have killed at least two hundred people, if not three hundred. Adding you to the list doesn't count as much. If you don't tell me who told you to come before me, don't even think about walking out of this alley alive. "
As he spoke, Hawk continued to exert force on his leg.
The beggar let out a miserable scream. One could even faintly hear the sound of bones cracking.
The middle-aged beggar wasn't the kind of person with a strong will. He immediately cried and shouted, "I'll talk, I'll talk, please let me go."
Hawk retracted his leg and looked down from above, as if he was looking down at a bedbug. "Speak."
"It was Captain Lucian of the city guard."
After the middle-aged beggar finished speaking, he stood up and ran. As he ran, he looked back. Seeing that Hawk wasn't chasing him, he ran even faster.
Looking at the beggar's fleeing back, Hawk's expression became increasingly gloomy.
The sun was scorching, but the atmosphere in the alley was somewhat chilly. Lynk sighed, stroked the long strands of hair on his forehead, and said indifferently, "What exactly does he want by having the beggars join us … Troublesome things come one after another. Let's change places to develop our development, Hawk. In any case, we have a few gold coins now. Let's hire a better carriage and travel to another city together. "
As he spoke, Lynk's voice became a little soft and expectant.
Hawk, however, shook his head. "I'm not happy. If we leave just like that, what difference is there between us and stray dogs?"
"But we seem to be targeted by the nobles." Lynk looked a little tired. "But I just want to be happy and play the game leisurely. I don't want the game to become a pure combat online game of endless killing."
"Lynk, you're too naive." Hawk shook his head. "Even if we go to the next city, our encounters will be similar to this."
Lynk pursed his lips and said with a weak expression, "But when we go to a new city, we can find a way to build a good relationship with the nobles. Just like Roland. "
Hawk froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
At this moment, Roland walked out from around the corner. As he walked, he said, "To be clear, I haven't built a good relationship with the nobles."
Both Hawk and Lynk were a little surprised to see Roland.
Seeing their expressions, Roland smiled and said, "I have something to ask of you, but I didn't expect to see such a good show."
Hawk put away his surprised expression and said, "Don't stand at the door, let's talk inside."
The three of them entered the house and sat down. Lynk served a cup of water.
Although it was in the game, Lynk seemed to have brought his habits from reality with him.
After taking a sip, Roland said, "Continuing from the topic just now, I haven't built a good relationship with the nobles."
Lynk sat on the side and said, "But you entered the Magic Tower."
"Spellcasters have special privileges. Although they aren't nobles, their status is very high," Roland explained. "And most importantly, the nobles aren't just targeting you. I should be within their range of attack too. It's just that they haven't taken any action yet."
Hawk and Lynk immediately remembered the banquet invitation. They both sighed.
Thinking of the name that was said at the end, Hawk asked, "Roland, what do you think of the name that beggar said just now?"
"It can't be ruled out that it's a strategy of killing two birds with one stone. If you take in those beggars, you'll be a burden. You have to take care of them, and if you don't do a good job, you'll be blamed, and they'll plant chess pieces around you. " Roland thought for a moment and said, "If you go straight to the captain now, it might be exactly what the mastermind wants …"
Hawk nodded. "That's what I think too … Damn, we have too little intelligence. We know nothing about the division of power in this city, the organization's territory, and so on. It's difficult even to make a basic deduction of the situation."
"It's actually not difficult." Roland smiled. "Why don't we beat them at their own game? How about you guys really go and organize those beggars? Of course, that batch of beggars just now can't be accepted. Anyway, both of you are from large guilds, so you should have some organizational and mobilization abilities. The beggars' intelligence abilities shouldn't be bad. "
"You mean, let's establish a beggar gang?"
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