Chapter 1011: 993 beggar eyeliner

Chapter 1011 993. Beggar’s Eyeliner

Originally, this group of gangsters with cheap tattoos on their chests had bad intentions, but their "bad intentions" did not go so far as to cause death.

 Novigrad is very prosperous and is the largest city in the entire north.

But precisely because of the large population and complex mix of forces here, corpse collectors can pull a cart full of corpses to dispose of them every day, and then receive Novigrad's municipal subsidy to make a living.

Murder, accidents, hunger, illness, and monsters hidden in the city can all kill people.

However, gangsters are not to the extent of beating strangers to death for just a few harsh words.

The most important thing is money. If you can get money, why bother fighting so hard?

But when Lan En pointed out certain things in a tentative tone, the eyes of this group of gangsters suddenly took on the ferocity of someone who was ready to kill.

There is no physical separation between this rich area and the area where the poor live, so when Lan En and Triss came over, they could actually see a few beggars on the street corner.

Like any beggar in Novigrad.

His eyes were sickly yellow, bloodshot, and in a daze.

The dirt and blackness on his body was so thick that even the mouthparts of mosquitoes could not penetrate it. The harsh life left their bodies covered with scars and sores.

"Do you know how difficult it is to wash blood, minced meat, and fat? You are such a bitch! Bah!"

No one pays particular attention to these beggars that are everywhere in Novigrad.

Finally he met someone who didn't recognize him.

“Now you want to kill us. Hmm, that’s funny”

Hands were drawn from their respective belts.

On the contrary, this group of gangsters only regarded Lan En as a "silly guy in a cloak", which made the witcher feel a little happy.

Typical gangster weapon.

Highlight a product that is cheap, durable, and will not hurt you even if it wears out.

There are also a lot of gangsters who don't even have enough to eat but block the road and rob the armed demon hunters.

There is nothing surprising that these gangsters dared to attack him.

Those who had problems with their legs and feet also made themselves a pallet using broken wooden boards and wooden wheels. Their disabled legs were entangled on it, and they used both hands to push the ground to move.

“It was just a matter of grabbing some money, but now I have to let this **** place see blood! I have to clean it up myself!”

“You, you think it’s funny? But I, I think it’s really bad luck!”

After all, people will always have baseless confidence in their own numerical superiority unless they have seen what a true strongman looks like.

The smell is very slight and should stick to it after a short period of contact.

The leading gangster's face turned ugly at this time.

Lan En took back his feet on the first floor of the stairs and turned around to face the gangsters head-on.

But when Lann passed by them, the witcher's senses could not help but smell the sour smell on their bodies.

There is a short stick covered with iron, a hand axe, a Weren long sword, and Novigrad, which is popular among gang thugs. In order to facilitate carrying and hiding, the Novigrad is a little shorter than the normal half-hand sword. Vigory's sword.

After cursing the increased workload with an ugly look on his face, the leading gangster waved his hand, and the younger brother behind him squeezed past him.

He also smelled the same smell on the gangsters who broke in.

Four or five people squeezed in regardless, and the cabinets, small round tables, and chairs in the room were all pushed over and crooked in the process, making a series of messy wood collision sounds and sharp table corner friction sounds.

There was also the crisp sound of wine bottles and fruit plates being thrown to the ground.

Lan En was standing at the top of the stairs. Before he could move, a feeling of the air being distorted came from around him.

A large black shadow occupied the corner of his vision.

It was a tall, despairing figure.

“Bang!”

The gangster leader didn't have time to react. After a loud impact, the side of his face was pressed against the wall of Dudu's house.

That huge palm covered his entire face and crushed him from the side, causing his face that was pressed against the wall to deform and twist. His skin was just a hair away from being worn out by the rough wall, and blood-red muscles appeared.

Just a little bit. A little bit that is deliberately controlled.

The threatening feeling of having his skull pressed back and forth in someone else's hands, jumping back and forth on the verge of being crushed, immediately frightened the gangster leader to death.

“Ah! Ah!”

He screamed, shouting uncontrollably. Psychological fear has taken over physical behavior.

Lan En grasped this point very well.

When the person in his hand was tired and gasping for breath, the pressure on his hand eased a little.

It is actually quite difficult to control this hand without crushing the skull.

“You said Dudu owes you money, so you are the one who got stuck with Dudu’s goods, right?”

Lan En said calmly under the hood.

At this time, the gangster leader has fully understood that what is under the hood is not a deformed or stupid person, but an efficient warrior and a calm killer.

So he panted and groaned with his hoarse throat, indicating that Lan En's statement was correct.

But Lan En wasn't done yet.

In addition to this obvious fact, he was also somewhat interested in these gangsters.

"You suddenly decided to kill people after I told you about your relationship with the beggar on the street corner. Before that, you didn't want the matter to get to the point of bloodshed."

Lan En asked further with interest.

“Is this considered your exclusive trade secret?”

Those who work in the underworld sound ruthless and sinister, but anyone with a brain who has been in the underworld for a few days should know this.

Being ruthless in this industry is just the basic requirement. If you really want to be successful and successful, you must have brains and power.

So knowing how to act appropriately and being able to look at your eyes are sometimes more useful underworld skills than fighting and cruelty.

When it is necessary to kill people, when it is necessary to see blood, and when it is enough to say harsh words.

If you don’t even understand the sense of proportion in these things, you will only be able to carry a razor blade and scream on the street for the rest of your life, and eat for nothing in the dumpling shops on the street.

 And there is no doubt that the person who was sent by their boss to collect the debts was the debts of a successful businessman like Dudu.

This kind of fat advantage cannot fall into the hands of mediocre people.

So even though this gangster leader looks like a fish thrown ashore in Lan En's hands, and he still stutters when he speaks, he is definitely not stupid.

Lan En’s words made him have to silence him here, so they had to kill people.

"Triss." Lan En turned around and asked, "Have you ever seen this kind of gang? Organizing beggars as intelligence sources to cooperate with thugs?"

Vizima's royal advisor has stopped his bad jokes at this time, but any man who has been injured in his life knows that the incapacitation caused by this kind of pain will not be relieved for at least half a day, and there is still no real damage left. Down.

So although the group of people on the ground are no longer tortured by magic, their eyes are empty and they are lying as if they are demented.

“No, I haven’t seen it.”

The red-haired witch also acted a little surprised at this time.

“I have never heard of gangsters recruiting beggars as spies.”