Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Seeing Valery walking towards the door, Vika hurriedly caught up: "Are we really going to fight? We can climb through the window from the back and leave directly..."

Valery glared at him with disgust, Vika immediately closed his mouth, and then Valery said slowly:

"Why don't you fight? That Jeter and so on have sincerely extended an invitation to me."

The pirate's name was a bit long, and Esther didn't remember it.

If he invites you, do you have to respond? ? There are only two of us, but there are so many people watching from across the way! Vika screamed in her heart, but on the surface she just nodded and didn't say anything about running away.

Valery suddenly patted Vika on the shoulder: "Let me ask, does he have a reward?"

"Two hundred pounds."

Valery moved his fingers with regret and pushed open the door of the tavern: "Tsk, if I had known better, I wouldn't have promised Mr. Yan not to kill people."

On the street, the afternoon sun was shining brightly, like butter melting in the air.

As soon as Valery went out, he saw the pirates who were like a welcoming group on the street. The crew of the "Axe" surrounded the outside in twos and threes, occupying the passage near the tavern, leaving no option to leave through the door.

If Valery and Vika really escaped through the window behind the tavern, it would only make Levget even more cheerful, completely ignoring these two cowards and assuming that they were no threat.

Now Valery did not leave, but stood calmly surrounded by everyone. Levget couldn't help but lick his teeth, and his expression that he had previously been bragging to the people around him became serious.

Valery went straight to Levget, who was standing in the middle: "You've blocked the road."

"Yes, so what?" Levget raised his head, trying to look more disdainful.

Valery's peaceful expression was in sharp contrast to his: "It's very inconvenient."

"Hahaha! If you kneel down and lick my shoes, we might make a way out of it, Valery."

Esther whistled in her mind. This was a standard gangster villain speech, which made her even more enthusiastic about acting.

Valery raised his chin at the others: "So you are planning to wait for others to beat me before rushing forward to make your poor speech? You are not really worse than Vika, are you?"

Levget glared at Vika so hard that Vika immediately retreated to the door of the tavern. Vika planned to rush back as soon as he saw something was wrong. At least they didn't dare to do anything in Mr. Yan's territory. Thinking of this, Vika even winked at Valery.

But Valery didn't even look at Vika. He took off his cloak, patted it twice, rolled it up into a ball, and threw it to the bushes on the roadside. The red cloak hung crumpled on it, twisting inconspicuously, as if it had been blown by the cold wind.

If someone with cheap hands tried to touch it, Esther didn't care what happened to that person.

Levget glanced at the people next to him again: "Don't interfere, I'm going to show you how tough his mouth can be today!"

The rest of the people stepped back, leaving more space for the two of them, but two of them did not put down the guns they were holding.

"Actually, I'm easy to talk to. Didn't you also say that for the sake of death, I wouldn't beat you to death?"

When Valery said this, his eyes were particularly indifferent, and that alienating and unfamiliar feeling emerged again, making Levget feel faintly uncomfortable.

But this scene also reminded Levget of the many times when Andrew was alive, Valery's contempt and ridicule towards him behind his back, all of which were reported.

So Levget no longer suppressed the anger in his heart and raised his hand to punch.

The fist that made a crackling sound hit Valery's face hard.

The moment the opponent raised his hand, Valery lowered his tall body, allowing his lower body to stabilize his center of gravity, and swept out with his right leg.

Esther did not use her extraordinary abilities, and also deliberately maintained Valery's physical level at an "ordinary to strong" level, rather than her own true sequence level.

She knew someone was watching.

Levget changed his stance and blocked the blow with his upper arm. After realizing that the opponent's power was far less powerful, Levget even felt a little regretful. He could completely endure this strength.

It seems that this guy Valery was just lucky and never became an Extraordinary. Otherwise, how could he dare to hide himself in such a close combat?

So Levget's next punch came faster. He wanted to smash the indifferent face and make Valery show a look of pain!

This attack was dodged by raising his head, and Levget's fist instead punched. Valery raised his hands and held the opponent's arm.

Valery began to fall into a cycle of avoidance and defense. It seemed that he was having a difficult confrontation with Levget. In the eyes of others, he was completely at a disadvantage.

And Esther's eyes turned slightly, scanning Levget's whole body.

"Decipherers" know everything from the smallest detail, using observation and logic to break down all appearances and see through deeper flaws.

He punches quickly and reacts quickly, and his physical fitness is much stronger than ordinary people. He is an extraordinary person who has strengthened close combat. He hardly defended his flank, and even deliberately exposed it to guide me to attack there. Was he wearing something special? He tends to strike first with his right hand, and although his left hand is slow, he is prepared for defense and confrontation in advance.

Previously, he was very cautious about attacking his legs. When he raised his legs, his center of gravity shifted to the left and right, and his left leg had a weak point of being injured. He was breathing heavily and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. He had been provoked to anger by my well-timed dodge, which would make him lose the calmness to reasonably judge the situation.

Why does he always want to hit me in the face? What's wrong? envy? Valery doesn't look good either.

Under Esther's control, Valery's body was not damaged at all, although it was full of flaws. Levget's fists, elbows, and kicks all fell into the air.

Levget punched several times in succession, and the punching style was almost like a knife, but it happened at the last moment. Once faced with the most dangerous attack, the loach-like Valery would use various postures to dodge, with just a small margin every time.

The surrounding sailors were shouting and making noises. In their opinion, Levget would soon be able to beat Valery to the ground. Vika stood by the tavern and looked nervously at this place, his hand constantly pressing on the gun on his waist, and then moving away worriedly.

Even though in the eyes of others Valery was beaten and suppressed, Levget became increasingly angry and realized that he was the one being teased.

"Be serious! You bitch!" Levget grabbed Valery's arm with his right hand and pressed it down hard. The fist of his left hand made a sound of breaking the wind, and he still greeted Valery's face.

Levget heard Valery's calm and indifferent response:

"Okay, as you wish."

People who are watching the fun should have seen the same thing.

Valery suddenly broke away from his right hand and knelt on the ground with his knees centered around his waist. His whole body was bent almost backwards and bent under Levget's arms.

Levget's fists fell crazily, almost crushing Valery's arm, but he could only rest on Valery's raised arm.

The next moment, a heartbreaking pain came from Levget's leg, and his frantic eyes finally regained some clarity. The place where the gunshot wound once left his leg was accurately kicked.

The sudden pain in his muscles made Levget's left leg weak. He could no longer support his fists, and his whole body tilted downwards.

Valery did not retreat this time, but grabbed Levget's shoulder before he could react.

Valery raised his half-bent legs and threw him over his shoulder, causing Levget's back to hit the ground with a muffled sound.

Levget's reaction was not slow, he rolled over subconsciously.

But Valery's pursuit was as fast as him, and even at this moment, it was slightly faster.

The elbow that landed on Valery's chest and abdomen made his eyesight split. The sound of his ribs breaking and the strong shock to his organs prompted him to open his mouth and cough out a mouthful of blood.

Levget suddenly realized that the opponent had never tried his best and had no intention of fighting him seriously.

He had provoked, he had fought, and now he was lying on the ground.

When Valery stood up swinging his arms, his expression was still so indifferent, and his arms under the cuffs were already bruised.

After enduring so many Levget attacks, an ordinary person's arm would have been broken long ago, but Valery showed no reaction - as if he wasn't the one who took those punches.

not him?

Levget's pupils shrank suddenly and he stared at Valery's expression: "You, you really..."

Valery seemed to know what he was thinking. He bared his teeth. There was a gentle smile in his eyes that had never appeared on Valery's face. He squatted next to Levget's head and lowered his voice:

"I told you, 'Maybe we'll die too'?"

What gripped Levget's brain harder than pain was fear.

Valery stood up and looked around the group of pirates. Several of them were pointing guns at him. Valery raised his arms and made a downward gesture: "For Andrew's sake, I won't Kill him!"

Then Valery suddenly showed a bright smile: "But you can also remember - your new captain, a traitor who can't wait to enjoy the power but dare not face the old captain, can fall!"

"A traitor", then anyone can betray him.

Levget's face turned from white to red, and eventually became even paler. His breathing became violent due to anger, causing him to cough up more blood foam.

Valery walked towards the bushes, grabbed the red cloak and tied it around his shoulders again.

He observed the alley on the side of the tavern with the corner of his eye. The figure who had followed Vika and Valery for several hours left the scene sneakily.

At the window of the tavern, Mr. Yan was still holding the glass of wine in his hand. Seeing Valery's eyes turning, he raised his glass to him again. There was no appreciation or recognition in Mr. Yan's eyes, but a complicated cold light.

His eyesight is much better than those of the pirates, and he can easily see Valery's posture with ease. But Mr. Yan didn't like Valery's performance, including his final words that laid the foundation for those mediocre people's ambitions.

Levget's arrogance will not last long, and he will always live in suspicion of those around him.

No matter "what" Valery is now, it makes Mr. Yan even more wary.

Valery pulled up the hood of the red cloak and let his face sink into the shadows: "Vika, we should go."

"Oh, oh, here it comes!"