And childish.

"Hey, killer!"

On the other side, a muscular man also took a step forward and tightened the gloves and bladed rings on his hands.

"Tanasir, Sogon, and Bolwyn—the three boxers who died at your hands, remember?"

Boxer?

Lausanne II frowned.

He found that he couldn't remember clearly.

These days, except for "work", he locked himself indoors most of the time. Only when he really couldn't bear it, he would look for - he didn't want to think about - the source of blood, usually picking those who were alone.

, a fierce-looking guy.

The monsters are responsible for the rest.

Looking at his appearance, the sturdy man smiled sadly.

"Of course you don't remember," the man said with sad and angry eyes, "Anyway, a boxer's life is cheap, and no one will feel sorry for him if he dies."

What's more, the strong man thought to himself that among them, Tanase was a sick fool who was doing black magic just to collect a dowry for his daughter who would refuse to recognize him until she died.

Suo Geng is an ex-convict. No matter why he got in, after he is released from prison, his life will be ruined and he will never be able to find a serious job.

As for Bolwin, he was dragged down by his father and although he did nothing, haha, he was no different from an ex-con.

They die and no one remembers them.

No one cares.

Emerald City doesn't care either.

Lausanne II was silent for a few seconds, then turned his eyes to the opponent's ring: "Are you a boxer too?"

"Yes, I'll hang out with Gutierrez," the sturdy boxer sneered, "but I won't do it now."

Fuck the Blood Bottle Gang.

The boxer thought to himself.

So many boxers died, and they didn't care.

They will only treat them as donkeys.

"What do the three dead people have to do with you?"

The boxer sneered and clenched his fist ring:

"Leave me alone."

Lausanne II frowned.

"I, I dig, I dig shit, I dig shit," the third young man who spoke looked foolish, spoke intermittently, and was carrying a rusty shovel. When he saw the look in Lausanne II's eyes, he shrank back.

"But daddy said, if you owe someone, you have to pay it back."

Lausanne II narrowed his eyes:

"What do I owe you?"

"I owe Boss Roger."

Roger.

Lausanne II had a thought in his mind.

The loyal leader of the Blood Bottle Gang.

"But a long time ago, Boss Roger's boss owed me money," Lausanne II sneered, "Who will pay me back?"

The stupid young man was stunned for a few seconds, panicking:

"Ah, he owes him, he owes you, I owe him, then I, I, I..."

He wrote "What to do" on his face, and after calculating in panic for a while, he timidly made up his mind:

"I, I'll pay him back first."

Lausanne II smiled disdainfully.

"With your virtue, your father is willing to let you come?"

The idiot was silent for a few seconds, then bowed his head in frustration: "Dad died while digging out manure."

"Boss Roger paid for the burial."

Lausanne II's smile slowly disappeared.

From the other direction, a strong female warrior dragged a spear and an injured leg, limping forward with difficulty.

Lausanne II thought she looked familiar.

"Dosalan fought you before." She reluctantly said, "You are better than Dosalan, much, much, much better."

Lausanne II couldn't understand what she said. It seemed to be the dialect of the peninsula in the southern part of the Eastern Continent, which was very different from the common language.

But this did not prevent him from seeing the fighting spirit in the other party's eyes.

No, it's not just the will to fight.

Even more decisive.

"Dandosa Lan came from the red soil and carried the hope of the whole village."

The female warrior grabbed her weapon, took a deep breath, and spoke in her native dialect that no one could understand.

Yes, she is the hope of the whole village.

Dosaran must earn money to repay the debt of Governor Hamble.

There are so many debts that even the village elders cannot count them even after exhausting all the resources in the village.

So Dosaran cannot retreat.

Whether it's reaching the top eight of the selection and getting a bounty.

Or kill it?

?A swordsman, get the bounty.

As long as that...

In the village, there is no need to sell the children to the governor to pay off debts.

"I don't know this country woman whose arms are thicker than her legs, and I don't understand her dialect," the sturdy boxer said, "but guess what, I like her."

Lausanne II looked around, looking at the group of "defeated generals" who surrounded him in front and behind, looking at the determined look in their eyes, and shook his head:

"You will die."

Many people laughed.

He doesn't have to repeat it a second time.

Because they have already rushed up.

No hesitation.

clang!

Lausanne II blocked the spear of the female warrior,

The scene was chaotic, but the outcome was clear.

Among them, there is neither a master who is superior to anyone else, nor one who is as good at battle formation coordination and on-the-spot planning as that Marius, nor is there any coordination or tacit understanding at all.

Purely relying on bravery...

Just to die.

The first one to die was the swordsman who came for the friend he pretended to be - what was his friend's name?

boom!

Lausanne II knocked the stupid boy's shovel away without any tricks, and with one backhand sword, he pierced the swordsman's fragile abdomen.

"That friend of yours is not worth it," Lausanne II said coldly.

The swordsman realized something. He let go of the sword with tears in his eyes.

His dull eyes stared at Lausanne II, his lips trembling.

"It's worth it." The swordsman whispered his last words.

Lausanne II was about to disdain to draw his sword, but at that moment, when he saw the corners of the swordsman's lips raised unconsciously and the smile of determination and relief, he suddenly understood something.

That Tate probably isn't worth it.

But love is worth it.

Lausanne II was stunned.
To be continued...