The brawl between the four of them started very quickly and was almost finished within a few minutes.
A strong man stood panting in front of Zhao Qian.
He looked at the man with his arms folded, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Let's go."
The man nodded.
This is what power brings.
"Baka, baka."
He stepped hard.
Zhao Qian calmly crushed the two leg bones of the short man under his feet.
A sound of broken bones resounded in the quiet alley, accompanied by the muffled groan of the short man on the ground.
The two people who were paralyzed on the ground took a breath of cold air and were frightened.
One of them had just a dislocated hand, and the other had lost all strength.
The other fell to the ground, with less air coming in and more air coming out.
Some things are more useful than threats.
Just like Wu Zhenyu in Young and Dangerous said, "When you come out to hang out, you have to be trustworthy.
If you say that your whole family will die, then your whole family will die."
"Don't come here."
A gangster said as if he was begging as he watched Zhao Qian walking towards them.
He moved as hard as he could.
But he was unmoved.
"Ah" several blood-curdling screams sounded in the alley. it's all over.
The strong man walked in front, Zhao Qian followed behind, and walked away.
The two people in the alley listened to the distant footsteps, but they could do nothing.
Zhao Qian walked behind the gangster in front of him.
As he walked, more and more homeless people, street warblers and people who went out to play at night became more and more on the street.
There are gentlemen wearing top hats, silent coachmen in black, and there are more stalls on the street that are not available during the day.
Although Edison's electric light greatly increased the time that people could use, in the eyes of some gamblers, there is no night and day in this world, only winning and losing.
"Is it here?"
Zhao Qian asked the gangster next to him while standing in front of an exotic and ancient tavern.
Just the gorgeously dressed women greeting guests in front of the store would eclipse the homeless people on the street, not to mention the loud shouts of people inside.
The wine, sex, money and candlelight were more like a pile of ruins in Zhao Qian's eyes.
None of this bullshit is compared to your own life.
Whether he is standing here now or many years later in the modern era, some of humanity's primal drives seem to have never changed.
What has changed is just the packaging.
"Take the money here and go find a wandering warbler.
I hope I don't see you tonight."
He grabbed a handful of coins from his hand, including a large franc.
"Yes, sir."
The gangster said in a flattering tone.
He took the coins with a slight smile, lowered his head, and an inexplicable and unattractive light flashed in his eyes.
With a humble look on his face, he walked quickly in the opposite direction without daring to look back.
Just as he turned around and walked into an alley, a strong hand strangled his neck from behind.
He felt suffocated and wanted to scream.
The gangster struggled with his hands and feet, but Zhao Qian held him down with his other hand.
The two of them looked like old friends who had been joking for many years, and at this time, the burly gangster's face was red because he couldn't breathe, like a drunk person.
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Except for the pain on his face.
"What's wrong, my friend, go find a place to vomit, and then drink again."
Zhao Qian forcibly dragged the guy away, talking nonsense.
An uninformed person would think that two drunkards were reminiscing about old times.
Feeling that the person in his hand gradually became silent, Zhao Qian placed the body in his hand in this alley.
Let him sit half-slumped on the ground with his back against the wall, looking like a drunken man who couldn't find his way and fell asleep.
He walked out of the dark alley without any pressure.
He didn't show any panic, and was no different from the people on the street.
He straightened his clothes again.
The somewhat familiar sound sounded in my ears.
"Your strangulation caused 50 points of damage to Old Jack's men."
"Old Jack's men's current health points are -10."
"Death at Old Jack's hands."
"Milestone: As a murderer, you have killed a total of 1,100 innocent civilians.
You still need to kill 99 innocent civilians to obtain the title of murderer:" Okay, it's time to get the clues.
Zhao Qian raised his head and glanced at the sign of the tavern above his head, and walked towards the tavern.
The waiter standing in front of the door opened the door for him, and he walked in.
Taverns in the 19th century, especially when social classes were still very distinct.
This kind of tavern may be much better than some places, but it still doesn't change the fact that this is not a place where the upper class would come.
The air was filled with the smell of stinky feet and sweat mixed with the smell of wine burps.
Gamblers were excitedly playing poker or throwing dice into the dice clock at table after table.
There were a few people drinking and talking quietly on the other side.
Zhao Qian stood in front of a table.
He frowned and looked at the crowd for a while before looking elsewhere.
The smell here was not unbearable, and he had smelled even more disgusting smells.
"A glass of ale, mate."
Sitting on a chair next to the bar, Zhao Qian tossed a coin on the table familiarly, like a regular customer who came here often.
But the bartender who was wiping the glasses still bluntly exposed the strange foreigner in front of him.
"For outsiders, it's 5 centimes a glass."
He said calmly, as if he was convinced that the guy in front of him had no relatives or friends here.
Obviously, the most primitive method of remembering people is ubiquitous.
Zhao Qian just sat there without throwing out more money.
"I'm not here to drink.
I'm new here."
"Oh, what is that?"
The bartender continued to clean the transparent wine glass, unmoved.
In fact, he has already received countless guests who want to cheat their lives and drink wine.
"There's something wrong with Roger's shoelaces."
"What?"
The bartender stopped what he was doing, and under the candlelight, his beard became clear.
His face was expressionless, as if he was checking whether there was something wrong with a word of the person in front of him.
"I want to see old Jack."
Zhao Qian said.
Seeing the expression on the man in front of him, he was somewhat sure that the strong man had not lied to him.
Ordinary people rarely see the boss of this area.
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The bartender lowered his head and carefully arranged the cups in his hands, as if he was doing something great.
His mouth opens and closes, and to outsiders it looks more like he is humming some tune for his own entertainment.
"He doesn't have time now."
"What" "Bang" Gunshots rang out on the second floor of the tavern, causing the noisy tavern to suddenly become quiet.
It was the sound of a flintlock gun.
Although this kind of weapon has been eliminated by the military in recent years, many people who are nostalgic still use it.
"Hagrid, the Trousers Gang are no one's lackeys."
A powerful roar came from a room on the second floor, making everyone who heard the voice owner feel his anger.
What's more, before that, he fired a shot.
Look, the bartender gave Zhao Qian, who was sitting next to him, such an expression.
Offering a large amber glass bottle to top up the glass in front of him.
It seemed to tell him that old Jack was very busy.
He sat on a chair and took a sip of wine.
Something is wrong.
If someone was killed, someone should be asked to dispose of the body.
But Old Jack didn't, and it was eerily quiet up there.
This seems a little weird.
According to ordinary people's thinking, the body should be disposed of as soon as possible.
During this period, the corpses of dead people were almost equated with infectious diseases.
Or there is an explanation that his opponent is not dead yet
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