Novigri Market, the vegetable stall in the northeast corner, the baskets of vegetables were kicked into pieces, and okra, turnips, and potatoes rolled down everywhere, making a mess.

A man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks squatted in front of the stall, eating a watery white radish with a full of anger.

"Aunt Susie, the gang has given you extra gratitude yesterday. I have been lenient for one day. If I don't pay the protection fee today..."

Opposite the man, a middle-aged woman with a dish on her face was huddling in the corner, comforting the baby crying in her arms with a look of panic.

"I'll tell you directly. If you can't receive the money, brothers will become manic and restless. They don't know the importance of the attack. It's fine if they touch you. If you accidentally touch the little cutie in your arms, it will be too late to regret it."

"Boss Vincent, you have taken the money away long ago, and I can't take out a penny now!" The peasant woman looked up and looked at the man carefully, begging, "Please, let us go... Woo woo... the family can't stand the troubles of a few people..."

The areas near the vegetable stalls were basically emptied, and hawkers and marketers were spontaneously away. Occasionally, someone came over to take a curious look, and was immediately bombarded away by the gangsters.

The security personnel at the market also hid far away.

"The money for selling vegetables is gone, where are you going?"

"The business just started today, and you came to make trouble again. As long as normal people with eyes grow, they won't come to visit and nothing will be sold."

Another gangster rubbed his hands and looked at his accomplices, "If you can't sell it, don't sell it!" As he said that, he suddenly kicked the basket at the peasant woman, scaring the child to cry even louder. "Novigre Market is Boss Willy's territory. If you don't pay the fee, you are not qualified to come in and sell vegetables! Pack up immediately and get out of here... Are you more conscious, or are you asking our three brothers to help?"

The peasant woman's sob became louder and full of despair. She kept looking for help at the passers-by next to her. Unfortunately, only a few gazes of pity or gloating, and no one dared to lend a helping hand.

"Stop, three bosses, okay." An old voice suddenly came from behind the gangster. At some point, Old Moore walked to the vegetable stall, sighed, and looked at the embarrassed wife and children with deep pain flashing in their eyes. The clenched fists behind their waists relaxed dejectedly.

He originally wanted to fight the gangsters regardless of the consequences, but when things came to an end, he realized the consequences of impulse.

Behind the three gangsters is the Willy Gang, one of the four major gangs of Novigray. The gang boss is the legendary ruthless Alphonse Willy, who has countless blood debts under his command.

Old Moore knew very well that if he dared to resist today, the family would inevitably be implicated tomorrow, maybe it would be cut into a **, stuffed into a linen bag, and then he would be thrown into the water without realizing it.

"Oh, Old Moore, where did you go early in the morning? Could it be that you can have fun in the 'Spear Cave'? Leave your wife and children at the stall, aren't you afraid that they will run away with other men?" A bald and scarred gangster patted Old Moore's face with sarcastic eyes, making the latter's cheeks turn red and he lowered his head in discomfort.

"Boss Vincent, I...I'll go raise money in the morning." Old Moore showed an ugly smile, gritted his teeth and took out his purse, and handed over a crown in pain.

"Are you serving begging?" The gangster named Vincent snatched his purse, turned it over and took out another crown.

"I got two kroners in the morning? Old guy, the protection fee is ten kroners clearly marked, which is less than half!"

"But this is our entire property." Old Moore held his hands in front of his chest, "I have moved here for less than a year and have no other acquaintances in Novigre, so I really can't borrow much money. If the bosses think it's too little, they will be given a grace for two days. When we sell all the dishes in the dish successfully, we will have enough money to pay the protection fee..."

Old Moore's attitude was very low, almost nodding and bowing, "The money you take now is to treat me as a filial piety to the three bosses."

Another muscular gangster shook his head and looked at Old Moore with his eyes slanted, "Are you blind? Old guy? See clearly that there are three people here, two crowns are not enough to go to the tavern to have a few glasses of wine and eat a piece of meat."

"Either give me another money right away," the strong gangster grabbed Old Moore's face and pulled it hard to both sides, until it was red and swollen, and then slapped him hard, almost slapped him to the ground, "Or take your wife and children with you and get out of the market immediately."

Old Moore lowered his head and said nothing.

"Hey, Daniel, I've said several times, try not to beat the elderly, otherwise you will accidentally kill the person and the boss will have to wipe your butt."

Vincent's slight smile with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"Old Moore, your situation is not good at the moment. But for the sake of you being an honest person, I will give you a free advice and teach you how to make money..."

The man glanced at the baby boy with red lips and white teeth in the peasant woman's arms, and said with a smile, "As far as I know, in order to expand his 'begging troops', the beggar king is vigorously recruiting his subordinates. He is not disgusted by disabled people, homeless people, or children... Your children are very likable, and training should impress some women with excessive maternal sex. It is better to hand over the child to the beggar king for money."

The muscle gangster added, "If you can't bear it, we can do it for you!"

"Your wife can also go to a gold-selling cave like the 'Spear Cave' to work," another bald scarred gangster glanced at the peasant woman holding the child. "Although she is a little older, she is well maintained and has smooth skin. Maybe a wealthy person will like this one."

Old Moore's face changed drastically, and Susie, who was holding the child, had a blood-colored face for a moment.

Leave the child to the beggar king? Either become a disabled beggar child or trained to become a pickpocket.

Sell ​​your wife to the Spear Cave, even if he is a beast, he can't do it!

But the three gangsters in front of him looked like fakes.

Old Moore was sure that these three bad guys with pus flowing on their butts could do anything for money.

"Three bosses, can't you really leave me a way out?"

"Old guy, don't be ungrateful," Vincent cursed, "and do what we say, and everyone will be happy!"

Old Moore was silent for a while, and just when the gangster was about to lose patience, he suddenly spoke, his tone was in a low voice, "Three bosses, in the past six months, you will come to our vegetable stall to collect protection fees twice a month, while other stalls only charge once."

"We have never complained. Now half a year has passed. Do you think it's not enough?"

"The skin is itchy again. How dare you mention what happened half a year ago to me?" The gangster with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks suddenly became furious and kicked Old Moore to the ground with a sudden kick. A scream rang around him, but he turned a deaf ear.

Old Moore curled up on the ground, and he kicked his stomach hard again, making the other party hold his belly like a boiled shrimp and twitch. Vincent then stroked the other party's back nervously.

"Old Moore tells you the truth that the protection fee business in the market will be completely handed over to the butcher boss in the future, so we have to hurry up and improve the collection efficiency."

"And half a year is far from enough to repay your debts. Think about it, how did those two witch hunters break the rules of the gang in order to protect you and how much harm did they cause to their brothers?"

The man said fiercely in the tone of memories, a trace of fear and hatred flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but touch his left knee. He would never forget the two demon hunters from the Viper School, amber beast eyes and ghostly skills, beating more than 20 brothers all over the ground for teeth.

At that time, my knee was also scratched by the witch hunter's steel sword, leaving old wounds, and it hurts to death every time it rains.

And at that time, Boss Willy was busy competing for territory with the "butcher" and had no time to treat the two demon hunters, which made his subordinates suffer a secret loss and lose face.

This is why there has been constant difficulties in the past six months.

Torturing people to collapse is the boss’ favorite drama.

"Now that the witch hunter is gone, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with the gang?" Vincent's voice became loud and loud, constantly questioning, "Unless you have the ability to call out those mutants."

"Call!"

"Bang!"

"Tell you, those mutants have no feelings for each other, maybe they have completely forgotten you! Accept your fate!"

"Please stop beating!" The woman screamed and howled, the baby's crying intertwined, and the gangster couldn't help but laugh happily.

"By the way, old guy, I heard from other vendors that you have an old son, a mercenary?"

Old Moore bit his lips and struggled to get up from the ground. Vincent stepped on his back and fell down weakly.

Vincent smiled and said, "It's very good. If he comes to Novigre, he will be 'sorted welcome' from his brothers... By the way, share most of the debt for you, let me calculate, at least pay it back..."

The man pretended to pinch his fingers and concluded, "For life, haha! Your eldest son has to work for the great Alphonse for the rest of his life."

"You can't wait for that long, miscellaneous!" Suddenly, a cold and harsh voice came from the back of the neck, and Vincent shivered like an electric shock.

He froze suddenly, like a mouse who was facing a natural enemy, and his body was covered with an indescribable strong hostility.

He still had a playful expression on his face, but he couldn't speak or make any moves.

The next second, a severe pain suddenly came from the top of his head. The gangster felt a huge force that could not resist and grabbed his hair. He was dragged into the air and swung backwards. He saw a flash of tears away from the old Moore family and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Who? Let go... it hurts!" Vincent let out a pig-killing cry, then his eyelids leaped, and he glanced at the other two brothers in the gang, who were also dragged their hair with one hand and one by one by one by one, and were dragged close to the alley beside the market like a dead dog.

Take a few steps and moves as fast as the wind.

He looked up and his signature vertical pupils came into his eyes.

"Mutant?"

"Witchhunter! Ah!"

With a scream of unwillingness and fear, the three gangsters were dragged into the dark alley outside the market without any resistance in the blink of an eye.

...

Old Moore felt his body lighter, and came back to his senses from the severe pain. He opened his eyes and appeared in front of him a familiar face that seemed to be right and wrong. His eyes turned into a beast-like vertical vertical pupil, which was much more mature and handsome than he remembered.

"Cough, cough... are you... Roy?" Old Moore was incredible.

"Dad, Suzy, sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The young witch hunter took off his hood, hugged his slightly trembling body tightly, and helped him walk to the other side, hugging heavily around the woman whose eyes were red and whose bodies were trembling excitedly.

"I'm here, I'll never have to worry anymore."

"From now on, no one can bully you!" The witch hunter's eyes showed fierce light, "Emperor can't do it either!"
Chapter completed!