Chapter 1015: 997 is a talent

Chapter 1015 997. He is a talent

Huge body does not mean inflexibility.

Those who have seen Lan En’s current performance with their own eyes should have no doubt about this.

The huge black cloak can vaguely reveal the body of the person inside when it rolls in the air.

Strong, tall, and even beautiful.

And with such a strong and tall body, he is not as clumsy as an ordinary stupid person at all.

When Lan En flew through the air, the cloak on his body was rolled up by the air waves, and the sound of the fabric flicking and stretching was almost like an explosion of thunder!

“Hoola!”

Skechers himself didn’t even have the chance to take two steps back.

His pointed boots had just clicked back twice in the mud, and the huge black shadow had almost arrived in front of him.

The man in the sealskin hat had a crossbow bolt stuck horizontally on his neck. His body had not had time to collapse from blood loss.

“Why? For a gangster like you, you would actually say something like ‘even if it doesn’t cost money’?”

So like a bowling ball, the body that was thrown out hit the crowd of people gathered together.

He suffered from the same disease as the Nilfgaardian survivors on Sodden Mountain.

Lann’s hand stretched out his cloak and patted it. The outside of the steel-plated leather gloves was still stained with sticky blood.

After these four or five times, in this dirty little yard, apart from the prostitutes and tenants who were so frightened that they hid in the building, only Skechers was still standing.

The corpses flew out and killed more people

The cloak made only four or five explosions during its rapid movement, which meant that Lan En stopped and started four or five times.

Now his lips are trembling, and his Adam's apple is rolling up and down with difficulty.

“There’s only one problem.”

Then his skull was held in the palm of a big hand.

Skeech understood what this meant, and he spoke with depression and fear.

Skeech swallowed his saliva and continued stumbling.

This is to avoid punching through the opponent's body.

“The most important thing about Halfling Dudu Bibwit to us is not money. We didn’t expect to make much money from that batch of goods. What’s important is that he is the leader of the temple guards of the Eternal Fire.”

During the process of emergency stop and rapid start, the cloak on Lan En's body once again erupted with a thunderous explosion due to the stretching and flicking of the fabric.

After throwing out the body, he didn't stop even for a moment.

Like a flashing black shadow.

But it’s not over yet.

Let him go from a ruthless gangster who killed people until his eyes were as numb as a dead fish, to the mentally ill person he is today.

This is a corpse weighing about ninety kilograms. Although the muscles and fat have cushioning properties, it is hard to say what use this buffering capacity will have after Lan En throws the corpse out at such a speed.

But he didn’t agree to anything, “Just say it.”

His movements were very calm, but every time the cloak moved slightly and made a whirring sound, the body of the gang boss in front of him trembled.

Flashed in front of a thug, and then pushed his chest with his palm.

 Even if a human hits a wall at normal walking speed, it is enough to cause dizziness or a broken nose.

Lan walked up to Skechers and looked down at him condescendingly.

“It’s rare that you didn’t run around.”

“Because even if we run, we will never be able to outrun tens of thousands of Nilfgaardian soldiers, Your Majesty the Duke.”

Frances tried to calm down his tone.

"You recognized me." Lan En didn't look surprised.

“There may be many powerful mages in this world.” Francis cautiously saluted Lan En, and was vaguely relieved when he saw that he did not refuse.

"But I can't think of another warrior as powerful as you. Lord Lann of Cintra."

“It’s better not to say anything about a grand duke who doesn’t have a fiefdom.”

Lan En waved his hands indifferently.

"I actually have a good impression of you, Francis, even though you are the gangster I despise the most. Because on the way here, before you recognized me, you seemed to want to take me and Tris away from the horse. Take it out with your hands."

“Can you tell me what’s going on? These days, gangsters actually have good intentions?”

Lan pulled a chair from the ground for Francis. The bald man was sitting down in a flattered manner, with only his buttocks half pulled up next to the chair.

His wrinkled face mumbled twice and whispered something awkwardly.

Lan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise under his hood.

"What did you say?"

Francis thought that the other person really didn't hear clearly, and then thought about Lan En's strength value, so he took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

“I said, I don’t often help people either.”

"I can't help it, sir. I am a person who naturally likes to help others and like to be thanked. But I am in a mess, and I have to be ruthless to protect myself, so it takes me basically two or three years to adapt. For once, help others. You just caught up, and to be honest, I couldn’t help.”

At this time, in addition to the two people talking, even Triss, who was holding the magic light source, and Francis' younger brother hiding over there were surprised.

Obviously, he really controlled his noble impulses very well in this mud-like environment.

Lann’s hood moved up and down.

“I heard Marsh say.”

Lan En turned around and wanted to point out the gangster leader who had brought him here, but unfortunately, this gentleman had been killed in a volley of arrows just now.

Now he is lying limply on the ground, with a pool of bright red blood flowing out.

So Lan En waved his hands indifferently: "Who first came up with the idea of ​​using beggars and marginalized people in the city as an intelligence network?"

“This is exactly what I want to confess to you.”

Francis looked at Lan En’s face that was hidden under the shadow of the hood with anxiety.

"If I tell you all about this plan, can it save the lives of my brothers?"

Lan En shook his cloak, and a **** fist leaked out.

Francis swayed on his chair, and then his bottom was leaked out neatly.

About his concern and intolerance when passing beggars, prostitutes, and thieves, and then extended to how he realized how unnoticed and unappreciated these people were in the city.

How can they take advantage of this lack of attention and hear all kinds of secret conversations and plans on dark street corners? They are "invisible" observers on the street.

Few people in the city would be careful about their words in the presence of these haggard and humble wretches.

If Francis, like ordinary gangsters, never sees these people as human beings, then he will never be able to discover the potential of these people.

But he is not, so now he has discovered this power.

“It’s a talent.”

Lan En looked at Francis who was sitting stiffly, and after listening to his thoughts, he softly praised him.