Crown of Silence

The heads collided, and the crisp sound of bones colliding at that moment stunned everyone, as if they were knocked down by an iron bar!

His forehead cracked, and the spreading pain caused Ye Qingxuan's body to twitch. While being held hostage by the two men, he suddenly raised his feet and kicked Martin's face with all his strength.

"**..."

Before Martin could finish his words, the mouth he had just opened was sealed again by this violent kick. He staggered back under the heavy blow and fell into the stinky ditch.

Paul and Lei were stunned. They turned their heads in surprise and saw the angry eyes of the young man. Blood remained from his forehead and fell into his eyes, as if it was about to turn the black pupils red.

Immediately afterwards, they felt the young man stomping his feet vigorously, like a hammer hitting his toes. In severe pain, they released their grip and Ye Qingxuan broke free.

"Come and see who is the bitch!"

Three people were fighting in the same place. Ye Qingxuan picked up the vegetable box on the ground and hit their faces with all his strength, ignoring the fists hitting him.

As Paul and Ray fought back, he heard screaming from behind.

Subconsciously, he turned around and saw Martin looking ferocious. He had climbed up from the ground, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were so angry that he was mad. In his hand, the dagger suddenly stabbed towards the young man's heart!

"go to hell!"

Ye Qingxuan only remembered to protect his arms in front of his chest. The dagger cut a cold crack from the back of his hand, and finally penetrated deeply into the vegetable frame.

Bang!

The vegetable frame was broken, and vegetables and raw meat fell all over the floor.

Paul and Ray were stunned. They did not expect that Martin would really dare to kill someone.

Martin also froze in place.

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As if waking up from his rage, Martin finally understood what he had just done. In the silence, he looked down at the dagger in his hand in shock, and saw the blood marks on the back of Ye Qingxuan's hand, his face turned pale.

"me……"

He muttered, backed away, and said incoherently: "I didn't... I just..."

His hand could barely hold the dagger, and it fell to the ground with a clang, defeating his last courage.

"I got around you this time, bitch, I won't let you go!"

He staggered back and fled. Paul and Ray hesitated for a moment, then got up from the ground and left after Martin. They were already frightened and almost knocked over by someone at the entrance of the alley.

Outside the alley, Vito, who was pulled in by Old Ferrer, stared blankly at the blood on the ground, and the two packages of sausages in his hands fell to the ground.

Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground silently, looked at the wound on his hand, and after a long time asked softly: "Do you have a bandage there? I'm afraid it's hard for the priest to explain..."

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"Okay, this should be fine."

In the alley, Vito helped Ye Qingxuan wrap up the wound on the back of his hand: "You don't know how to fight, why don't you run away. If you fight three people by yourself, are you mentally ill?"

"I originally planned to escape."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I don't know why, but I suddenly became very angry."

"Ever since you were a child, when did you not ask for my help in a fight? At least be more careful in the future. If you hadn't been able to dodge quickly, you would have died here just now.

"

Vito made a gesture: "It's like pulling out the plug in a bathtub. The blood was drained before it could be sent to the church."

"Feel sorry……"

"Can't you say anything other than sorry?"

Vito threw two packages of things into Ye Qingxuan's arms: "The good things I got today, take them back and make up for them."

"Did you steal the bag again?"

"It's called work."

Since Vito left the church, he has been living on the dock. The people there have dirty hands and feet and often steal things from passengers or cargo ships. After being discovered, there was naturally nothing to say, and a severe beating was inevitable.

"Don't worry, I secretly took two sausages out of a whole box and no one noticed."

Vito took out his knife, cut a section and fed it to Lao Fei, then threw more than half of the sausage into Ye Qingxuan's arms: "A rare good product from Wales, one box can be sold for two silver coins. Take it back and give it to The priest gives it a try. This way he will also believe that Vito will be successful in the future.

"You won't go back with me?" Ye Qingxuan asked, "The priest has always wanted you to come back."

"I……"

Vito was silent, and soon he shook his head: "I'm not going. If I messed up so badly, the priest would be angry if he saw it, right? Besides, with a 'good boy' like you here, after a long time, He will no longer remember me as a troublemaker."

"What are you talking about?"

Ye Qingxuan was a little angry, but Vito got up and waved his hands with a smile: "You know I can't speak, so don't be angry. I have something else to do tonight. Is it okay for you to go back to the church alone?"

He helped Ye Qingxuan up from the ground, patted Lao Fei on the back, and motioned him to follow his master home.

In the silence, he watched his friend drift away, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

He stared down at the dagger on the ground, and his green pupils were dyed red by the blood.

Like a wild beast.

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The night gradually rose, and on the quiet streets, Martin wandered in the alleys, his face full of depression, and he did not dare to go home.

"Brother, what should I do?"

His lips pursed, and he looked at Paul with fear in his eyes: "Father has already said that we are not allowed to trouble him. If he finds out..."

"Don't be afraid, father will not let anything happen to you."

Paul's eyes were gloomy and he spat: "It's just a beggar's words, no one will believe it."

"No one saw it. Even if he said it was you, we can still say he was slandering." Lei said, "Don't worry, I'll go find him tomorrow and he will shut up."

Paul pinched his knuckles, recalling the time he was beaten on the ground by that kid, and his eyes became ferocious:

"He'd better be sensible and don't say anything. Otherwise, even if something goes wrong, no one will stand by him."

"But……"

"Didn't Father say that? The mayor will step down in two days, as long as he is elected as the mayor. Who would offend us because of a foreign bastard?"

Paul said coldly: "You will go to the Holy City in two days. When you come back as a musician, how do you want to play with that bastard? It's not just a matter of words? Even the priest can't protect him."

After hearing about the Holy City, the fear in Martin's eyes dissipated, as if he had received a real guard of honor, and his fearful eyes became calm. He raised his hand and stroked his bruised chin, his eyes becoming increasingly ferocious.

"I will repay him well." He murmured hoarsely: "How dare he do this to me..."

Ray and Paul exchanged glances, grinned, and patted Martin on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we will take good care of him while you are away."

"Let's go."

Paul put his arm around Martin's shoulders: "You are going to the Holy City the day after tomorrow. Mother asked the servants to prepare your favorite dish. She also has a lot to say to you. Don't let a bitch who doesn't understand current affairs delay you. Good times for you.”

Martin nodded and laughed,

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"It's nice to have a family."

Behind the scenes, in the dark alley, someone said quietly: "Even if something terrible happens outside, you won't be afraid of anything when you get home.

Because you still have a good father. "

"Who is where?!"

Paul turned around suddenly: "Get out!"

"I'm sorry, did I delay your good time?"

In the alley, a thin figure walked slowly with a hoarse voice: "Think about it, in the warm candlelight, the family is happily enjoying the meal on the table, and the long legs under the maid's skirt... In such a scene, even I feel that no matter what the mistake is, it can be forgiven.

After all, what’s better than precious family ties? "

"you wanna die!"

Paul and Lei's expressions became ferocious, they rolled up their sleeves and walked towards the alley, but the figure did not retreat or be intimidated by their expressions.

Instead he sped up.

In an instant, like a spring that was stretched to the extreme, he rushed into Paul's arms from the darkness, and then stabbed Paul in the abdomen with his iron-fingered fist.

At that moment, his body had a subtle downward trend. This is a rare skill in street fights. At that moment, it was like the whole weight of the body was pressed on this punch. Even a thin man can break two wooden boards with such skills, not to mention that the person who comes is not as thin as he looks!

For a moment, Paul rolled his eyes and bent down involuntarily.

"Hey!" The figure sneered, raised his hand, and mercilessly hit the back of his head with an iron finger, like a hammer hitting a bell. With a muffled sound, Paul fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the man stepped on Paul, jumped at the stunned mine, and knocked him to the ground with one kick. Then two more kicks were added, causing him to completely fall to the ground.

In just a few seconds, the two people fell to the ground.

The figure gasped, kicked again, spat on the ground, wiped the corners of his mouth, and finally raised his head.

In the dim moonlight, www.ansh. His pale and cold face was illuminated, and his green eyes were like wild beasts.

"V-Vito!"

Martin was stunned. He subconsciously stepped back and finally recognized who this damn guy was.

"I didn't expect you to recognize me? I thought everyone had forgotten my name after we went to the pier..."

Vito laughed softly, but there was no joy in his laughter.

"Don't come over here!"

Martin staggered back and groped around.

"Are you looking for this?"

Vito pulled out a dagger from his arms, with dried blood still on it. He looked at Martin's astonished face, laughed softly, and threw the dagger to him: "Here you go."

The dagger rolled in the air, drew an arc, and landed at Martin's feet.

Martin subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but then, a black shadow pounced on him. Immediately afterwards, the hand knife slashed across his throat, almost breaking his Adam's apple.

The strong feeling of suffocation made him fall to his knees, and then someone pulled his hair and pulled him back into the dark alley.

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

Martin struggled on the ground and struggled to make a sound: "Is it because of that bitch? I can give you money...I will give you as much as you want..."

"Need not."

A voice responded coldly: "I like to get it myself."