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Anthony walked slowly into the hall and found a vacant seat in the corner, while the other three stood behind him like bodyguards.

"Are you sure they are here?" Anthony looked at the shouting crowd inside and said.

"Yes, my lord, the mark of light comes from here. They should still be here." A cloaked man behind him whispered.

"Well, it's really annoying that these cultists stay dishonestly in that stone city and dare to run around. Do you know who to deal with this time?" Anthony withdrew his eyes and asked with a frown.

"I don't know yet, but it must be a big man of a cult!" The cloak man whispered, "But with Lord Anthony, even their patriarch will definitely die!"

When Anthony heard this, he laughed and said, "If it hadn't been for the bullshit agreement, I would have led someone to flatten the stone city. This continent can only be a bright god!"

The doorman came back soon, took Anthony and others to the door of an ordinary room on the second floor and left.

"You guys go down and confirm their location and let me know as soon as possible!" After saying that, Anthony opened the door and walked in by himself.

The room is simple and clean. Unlike other rooms, there is a large window on one side of the room that can see the whole hall on the first floor. At this time, a red-haired woman is sitting on a chair and quietly looking at the bustle downstairs.

"Haha, Miss Jiawa, long time no see..." Anthony said with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" The woman named Jiawa did not turn her head and still looked at the fight downstairs, as if those rude people were more interesting than the handsome man with an aristocratic atmosphere behind her.

"Oh, we haven't seen each other for many years. You are still so indifferent," Anthony smiled and said, "Is Lord Vitas not here? I want to talk to him about business.

"What kind of business can you do? Are you going to let us help you hunt down some pagans? Now I'm the boss!" Jiawa finally turned around, and a angular face directly destroyed her softness, and her ice-like blue eyes seemed to freeze any feelings.

"Haha, you are always so smart," Anthony walked to the window with a smile and looked at the playful crowd downstairs and said, "How badly people live without the guidance of the God of Light. From here I see a group of lost souls..."

"Don't preach with me!" Jiawa interrupted Anthony coldly and asked, "Are you bored enough to purify my guests?"

"Oh, I don't have a list on Lord Vitas's territory, but I'm indeed tracking a pagan, and he happens to be here." Anthony saw Jiawa frowning and quickly continued, "Of course, I will never break Lord Vitas's rules, so didn't I come up to talk to you? According to your rules, I will pay, and you can find someone to solve it for me..."

"As long as you don't break the rules, you can do it yourself," Jiawa's words were cold and stiff: "Of course, you need to compensate for all the damage."

"Ha ha, my men have no strength with bare hands," Anthony laughed: "I need to hire some hands to solve the problem."

"Humph," Jiawa turned her head and looked down. After thinking about it for a while, she suddenly pointed to the table near the side and said, "There are all the best boxers there. You can negotiate the price with them yourself. As long as you don't break the rules of Ping An Inn, I won't care about you."

Anthony glanced at the table of the boxers and said with a smile, "Thank you. I'll leave immediately after doing something good. Oh, please say hello to Lord Vitas for me!"

When Anthony walked out of the door, his three men were already standing at the door waiting.

"Have you found it?" Anthony asked in a low voice.

"Yes, my lord," a man immediately whispered, "A cultist and several mercenaries are below."

"Well, that's good..." Anthony came downstairs again and chose a table not far from the empty platform.

"There are some boxers over there. Go and hire a few to deal with that pagan." Anthony looked at the group of silent boxers and said.

Looking at his men walking over, although Anthony had a smile on his face, he couldn't help scolding in his heart: "This bullshit place, if it hadn't been for the Vitus who had become Wusheng, I would have purified this dirty decadent land long ago, a group of damn sinners! Damn it!"

The ghosts were chatting, and the four boxers came to them with a calm face: "Some people don't like you. They pay us to teach you a lesson!"

The boxer's words made everyone frown, and even the stinger couldn't help but change his face a little. He was not afraid of these boxers. As long as he had a knife in his hand, he was not even afraid of anyone in this inn, but the rules in this inn were not to show weapons!

With fists and feet alone, Stinger is not sure that it will win these boxers who eat by fists and feet.

"Friend, is there any misunderstanding? We don't seem to have offended anyone." The horned eagle stood up and asked.

A boxer standing closer suddenly bent his legs and kicked high and slapped the horned eagle's face with a bang!

One foot! The other party only used one foot!

When everyone reacted, the horned eagle had fallen to the ground, and the unarmed horned eagle could not even make a move in front of these boxers!

The boxer just wanted to come up and make up a few more times, and a boxer behind him suddenly said, "If you pull it to the stage, we can't afford to pay for it!"

"Oh, they're going to kill us!" As the poison thorn spoke, he secretly touched his wrist. His dagger was always carried with him, but now he did not dare to take it out.

A lot of people came from several boxers and cast their eyes. At this time, they showed their weapons, which was simply looking for death, and they would immediately become the target of everyone's attack!

Neither the snail nor the knight are there, and there are only three mercenaries left at the table: the ghost, the stinger and the horned eagle. As for the old man Bock and Lyudmila, there is no need to mention their combat effectiveness.

The boxer who kicked the chamfered eagle grabbed the eagle's thigh, dragged him around and walked to the wooden platform. The slightly sober horned eagle lay on the ground covering his swollen cheeks and whining. He didn't know whether he was moaning or cursing.

"Wait!" The ghost suddenly shouted, "Put him down, and I'll go up with you!"

The boxer dragging the eagle turned around and looked at the ghost with a sneer. He didn't stop at all and continued to walk forward.

Another boxer raised his hand and patted the ghost on the shoulder with a contemptuous smile on his mouth and said, "None of you can escape..."

As soon as the poison stung gritted his teeth and wanted to take action, several people around him felt that there was a sudden breeze around him. The palm of the ghost patted and shot, and the ghost actually rushed out in an instant!

With a muffled sound, the boxer dragging the horned eagle back three or four steps before standing. At this time, he gritted his teeth and glared at the thin boy standing next to the horned eagle!

One of his arms has been broken, and there is no need to check it. The boxer will know that the arm he just used to block has been broken! This kid's kick is really fierce!

Agui looked down at the horned eagle on the ground. At this time, half of his face was purple, and the saliva and blood kept flowing out. The other party's foot obviously kicked his jawbone, otherwise he would not even be able to close his mouth!

"Do you guys want to kill us?" The ghost's anger suddenly rose like an explosion. The horned eagle was supposed to drink well with everyone, but no one expected to be beaten to death so quickly!

At this time, the hall suddenly calmed down. Whether it was talking or noisy, they curiously turned their eyes to the shouting boy. Only then did many people notice that several boxers were confronting these mercenaries. Especially the little mercenary standing next to the wounded, this roar made everyone understand the anger in his heart.

Inexplicably, all the unruly guys in the hall felt a trace of depression. This thin little guy was like a tiger at this time, which made people feel a cold threat!

Huh? Interesting..." The cold eyes on the second floor also fell on this thin body. Jiawa whispered with a little uncertainty, "It's actually the trend! Can you have your own momentum at such a young age?

Under the guidance of her martial saint father, Jiawa is already a legendary warrior who has mastered the air. Naturally, she also has a different understanding of the martial arts. If the air is the control of the legendary warrior's own body, it is a domineering expression. Generally speaking, the legendary warrior can release his own momentum, and she I didn't expect that the little mercenary below could also send a powerful force to deter the whole audience!

Although this situation is still very immature, it means that the little mercenary has begun to step on the threshold of the legendary warrior.