The warden who guards the witches

Aiden moved his wrist slightly. These refugees posed no threat to him. He didn't even need to use a gun, let alone the divine words. He could easily deal with them with his martial arts and black magic.

Now he has begun to feel that his combat skills are much more proficient than before.

In the past, he only had the memory and combat skills of his predecessor Aiden. Even if he occasionally practiced, he still had no experience and combat reaction comparable to his predecessor Aiden. This can't be improved by practice, but only by actual combat. Only by experiencing the life-and-death struggle can the body and mind adapt to the rhythm and state of the battle.

Since he started working as a prison guard, he has experienced more events in the past six months than in the previous few years combined. Although he didn't fight many times, every time he fought, he felt that his body's memory was gradually awakening. Aiden can clearly feel that these combat skills are becoming more and more handy, which is more or less a good thing.

"How credible do you think your words are now?" Aiden waved his cane in front of the beggar, "Are you really not an assassin sent by anyone?"

"No, I just... we just had a brain twitch for a moment... Please spare me..." The other party shouted incoherently.

Aiden also thought so. He couldn't think of any force that would be stupid enough to send such a scumbag to deal with him.

It seems that it is really just an occasional crime. These refugees are just horny and don't think so far ahead.

He is a "weak woman" who is alone in pursuit of a person involved in a mysterious incident that the government is investigating. He also agreed to run to a deserted corner alone in the middle of the night without any care. The beggar didn't even think that such a woman could be very dangerous. There are witches in this world.

However, if everyone in the world can think things so clearly, there will not be so many criminals in prison. Aiden has seen all kinds of strange prisoners, and their reasons for committing crimes are also different, including some weird ones. Some people may hurt or kill people just for a look, a joke or an inexplicable suspicion in their hearts, while others may commit a serious crime that is enough to put them in prison for most of their lives for a little profit.

In comparison, the actions of this group of people are slightly more logical, but they are just blinded by desire.

When he agreed to the appointment, Aiden was not worried about the other party setting a trap. The most difficult situation is that the other party is involved in the resurrection led by Mr. Bloody Clothes. For example, Mr. Bloody Clothes, who senses the approach of his enemies, begins to use the power of the cult to search for suspicious people.

With Aiden's current power and combat ability, unless Mr. Bloody Clothes comes in person, he can still deal with it if he is just a believer of the cult or an agent.

On the other hand, if he captures one or two believers, he can also interrogate the intelligence within the cult, which is an opportunity.

So when he found out that the other party was just a group of ordinary hooligans, Aiden was actually a little disappointed.

Aiden raised his cane again and aimed at the beggar's knee. He had no intention of showing mercy to such people. In his current situation, it was not convenient for him to send them to the police, but he didn't mind personally "slightly" punishing them so that they would not dare to do the same thing again for a period of time in the future.

Seeing that he was about to become a cripple, the beggar exclaimed: "He was in the yellow tent with garbage piled by the pond!!"

"Huh?" Aiden stopped, "Say it again."

"I didn't lie to you, that man really came! Really!" The beggar's voice was crying.

"This time I heard another lie, it's two legs." Aiden said coldly.

"Okay, I heard it from other companions... They said that the 'financial sponsor with a dog' came to the pond and looked for the garbage collector Tabers." The beggar answered, covering his cheek where his teeth had fallen out.

"Companions..." Aiden realized something and turned to look at the other people lying on the ground, "They?"

"Yes, yes, our territory is the eastern avenue and the eastern residential area, and Tabers and the others... are in the square." The beggar explained.

"So you are not acquaintances at all, but two gangs in this refugee camp?" Aiden understood a little, "Just to trick me to come here?"

"Yes." The beggar subconsciously dodged Aiden's sight.

"Who told you, I want to confirm with him." Aiden said.

"Hmm..." The beggar tried to identify his companion lying on the ground in the dark, raised his finger, "The one in the torn cloak."

Aiden grabbed the beggar's collar with one hand, dragged him to turn around and look for the refugee lying on the ground, covering his arm and groaning - he had his upper arm broken by Aiden.

The beggar was surprised that a woman who looked so thin could have such strength. He didn't dare to breathe and could only stagger to keep up.

"Stop yelling." Aiden kicked the refugee lying on the ground, "Answer me, is it true that the 'financial sponsor with a dog' came to the refugee camp?"

"Huh?" The other party hadn't reacted yet, but when he saw the man who beat him up like this holding a lantern and looking down at him with indifference, he immediately quieted down.

Aiden repeated it and picked up his cane to emphasize, "I don't want to repeat it for the third time."

"Yes, yes. That man would give money to us when he saw us, and he brought a dog with him. We all remember him!" The other party answered hurriedly, "He lives in the red house in the East Residential District. That day, he gave us some money and then found Tubbs, the rag collector."

"When did it happen?"

"The day before yesterday... No, it seemed to be last Saturday? Sorry, I, I can't remember clearly, let me think about it..." The other party was a little anxious.

"Enough." Aiden said calmly.

Judging from this reaction, it should not be a temporary lie. Professor Dodge really came to the refugee camp to find someone.

"Very good." Aiden grabbed the beggar's collar and forced him to stand up, "Take me to find the garbage collector... Wait, he won't be as stupid as you?"

He realized that he looked like a weak woman now. The skin chosen by the goddess of vengeance for him looked pretty in the eyes of ordinary people. There might be more than one group of people like this beggar in that camp.

If there are more ignorant idiots targeting him, he doesn't mind dealing with another wave of scum, but it is a waste of time to investigate like this.

"Uh..." The beggar hesitated.

It seems that he has to let others realize that he is not someone who can be messed with.

"Turn around." Aiden ordered the beggar with a lantern.

The beggar turned around tremblingly, with blood on his lips.

Aiden observed for a moment, then suddenly raised his cane and punched the man in the nose.

"Ugh!!" The beggar covered his face in pain and couldn't say a word, blood oozing from his fingers.

"Smear the blood on your face, apply more, and wail more when you leave later, and act weaker." Aiden took out a gun and pointed it at the man, saying coldly, "Let's go now, you go in front."