As he cursed loudly, this short and fat middle-aged man, who called himself Ferocious Tiger Kornet, pulled out a shiny tiger-headed dagger from his waist and swayed as he walked towards Connor in a swaggering manner.
Looking at this drunk guy who was still full of foul language, Connor wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, he felt pity for this guy. Until now, this guy still didn't know who he had offended and what kind of despair and horror he was going to face.
Just when Cornet, who called himself "Fierce Tiger", was three meters away from Connor and was about to stab Connor with his dagger, Connor, who was disguised as a scar-faced man, suddenly stood up and punched him in the face!
"Ah!"
After a muffled sound of a fist colliding with flesh, a blood-curdling shriek rang out from Uncle Beckenbauer's tavern. This guy, who was swaggering around with a dagger and clamoring to kill Conall, had already thrown away his dagger. His pair of fat hands covered his bleeding nose as he staggered backwards. After taking a few steps back, he finally tripped over a chair and fell heavily to the ground.
Just as Connor was about to give the short and fat middle-aged man two more punches, his mental strength unexpectedly discovered seven or eight strong young men dressed in black holding clubs and machetes. They seemed to have heard the news and rushed out from the back of this Uncle Lotito's bar. They were about to rush into the bar lobby where he was now.
Perceiving this scene, Connor looked at Cornet, who was immersed in pain, with great interest. It seemed that this fat guy was quite a character. After being beaten up by Connor, there was still someone who came to save him. It seemed that Connor had accidentally found a breakthrough in finding the local H Gang in Saspede from this guy called Cornet.
About ten seconds later, this group of strong young men rushed into the lobby of the pub with weapons and surrounded Connor and Cornet, who was bleeding profusely under his feet.
Seeing this group of people, Cornet, who was lying on the ground and covering his nose, seemed to have found his backbone. While covering his bleeding nose, he continued to yell at Connor fiercely, "How dare you hit me, Cornet? You bastard, you're dead! I'm going to stab you bit by bit …"
Connor's eyes flashed with a trace of impatience when he saw that the short and fat middle-aged man was still clamoring on the ground. He kicked the short and fat middle-aged man's stomach heavily. The short and fat middle-aged man, who was clamoring, fainted from the pain after receiving such a heavy blow.
Seeing that Connor had knocked out the short and fat middle-aged man lying on the ground, the group of young men who were surrounding Connor with sticks in their hands seemed to be enraged. They exchanged glances with each other, then picked up the sticks and machetes in their hands and attacked Connor together.
It could be seen that these young thugs were strong and well-trained. Their teamwork was also very good. Not to mention ordinary people, even an official Knight would find it difficult to defeat them. Unfortunately, their opponent was Connor Ferguson, an official Magus who had experienced hundreds of battles!
Connor didn't even need to use any magic. Relying on his knightly foundation, he knocked them all down in a few seconds with just a few punches and kicks.
Seeing that this unfamiliar scar-faced man had actually dealt with this group of thugs so cleanly, the onlookers in the tavern, who were waiting to watch a good show, were all shocked. Everyone looked at Connor with fear in their eyes.
Under the fearful gazes of the crowd, Connor wiped off the blood on his palms as if there was no one around. He then prepared to drag the unconscious short and fat middle-aged man out of the tavern. Reason told Connor that since this Cornet was so savage, and could even make a group of well-trained, young and strong thugs rush out to save him after being knocked to the ground, there was no doubt that he was related to the local H Gang. Moreover, it seemed that he was very likely to be a leader. The only question was whether he was a big leader or a small one.
In his heart, Connor had already sentenced this short and fat middle-aged man to death for daring to scold him. However, before he died, Connor felt that it was still necessary to squeeze out the last bit of value from this person, so that he could contribute to his search for Firo in Saspede!
Just as Connor was about to drag this short and fat middle-aged man out of the tavern, a tall and mighty red-haired young man with an extraordinary aura walked down from the second floor of the tavern. He coldly said to Connor, "Put Cornet down. Our boss wants to see you!"
Seeing this red-haired young man, who could already be considered a knight, appear, Connor's mental strength had already sensed that there were people secretly observing him from the second floor of the tavern. He immediately sneered coldly in his heart. He slowly turned around and sneered at the red-haired young man, "Who does your boss think he is? If he wants to see me, do I have to go see him?"
Hearing that this scar-faced man in front of him actually dared to insult his boss, the red-haired young man immediately flew into a rage. He was about to pull out a short knife from his waist, intending to give Connor a vicious stab or two. Unfortunately, before he could unsheathe his knife, a man of ordinary stature, wearing a formal blue suit, and wearing a smile on his face, walked down the stairs from the second floor of the tavern. He slightly stretched out his hand and stopped the red-haired young man's actions.
The onlookers surrounding Connor and the red-haired young man in the tavern seemed to know who this man in blue was. Fear surfaced in their eyes as they involuntarily began to retreat, wanting to get as far away from this man in blue as possible. Some of the more timid ones had even quietly slipped away from the tavern.
This man in blue seemed to be the boss that the red-haired young man had mentioned. Seeing him appear, the red-haired young man, who was flustered and exasperated a second ago and was about to draw his knife against Connor, immediately restrained his emotions like a mouse that had seen a cat. After fiercely glaring at Connor, he quietly stood beside this man in blue who had suddenly appeared.
"My name is Handanovic. May I know how to address you, my friend?" After glancing at Connor, who was disguised as the scar-faced man, and at the unconscious short and fat middle-aged man, Cornet, who was in Connor's hand, this man who had suddenly appeared, who was Desilio, smiled at Connor and said, "My name is Desilio.
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