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Chapter 266 0265: Rescue

"Rooney Cannon, my name."

The strong man gave a thumbs up, pointed at his open chest, and introduced his well-known deeds and contacts in the port.

[He is assuring his employer. 】

Rooney spoke beamingly.

After bragging about himself, he left his seat, pushed open the door of the tavern, and walked towards the hustle and bustle outside.

Ken nodded to everyone.

They got up and left, and followed the waiter's guidance, walked through the hot and smelly vegetable passage, and went straight to the back door.

When I opened the door, I saw a few guys in thug costumes.

"Hey, who are you guys?"

The speaker has scars on the corner of his eyes, and he seems to be the manager of Wild Boxing. "This is not a place for you to vomit casually. If you are drunk or go wrong, please return quickly."

He waved his hand, indicating that onlookers were not welcome.

Langmingway stood up to block the two approaching boxers, and he showed the sword on his waist and the armor emblem under the cloak.

"Forehead."

The boxers looked at each other and asked the manager for help with their eyes.

Scarface turned around and hummed a few words:

"Hehe, Knight Commander Norlin, what's the point of coming here? Could it be that a wanted criminal has made a relationship with you?"

Lang Mingwei just wanted to speak.

Ken put his hand on his shoulder, raised his chin, and said towards the shadows of the alley, "We're looking for him."

The manager narrowed his eyes and his expression became tense.

He didn't get out of the way, but frowned and said, "Participation in the boxing ring is voluntary. No matter who has an accident, it has nothing to do with the tavern. After all, the benefits are directly proportional to the risks. No one can guarantee that they will be lucky..."

"Shut up."

Ken threw the bag impatiently.

The boxer quickly caught it, but found that it was not a hidden weapon or poison, let alone a product of magic alchemy.

[Item: Money Bag (Small)]

The fighters hand things over to those in charge.

The manager put his hands behind his back, his eyebrows flew wildly, but he kept his words honestly.

Ken said calmly:
"The friend on the ground is not my friend, well, at least not for the time being, you guys leave, no one here will hold the boxing ring accountable."

The manager tidied up the brass buttons on the vest.

He was just waiting for the doctor to come.

If you just let the trouble go like this, you might save a lot of medical expenses. When signing the agreement, the boxer contract included the clause "proper handling".

Ken folded his arms, laughed suddenly, and said:

"If nothing else happens, this guy is about to die. Don't you want... when he becomes a corpse, you will just stand next to him? It's not a good idea for the tavern."

The boxing manager laughed, but after a flash, he turned into a cold and heartless look.

He shook his head, pushed the door and left with two bodyguards.

Ken glanced at them completely leaving the back alley, then rushed forward, and before everyone could react, he was the first to touch the guy on the ground.

【Seriously Injured Boxer】

[Identity: Beast Tamer]

[Description: A down-and-out man with bad luck, was bewitched to participate in a dangerous duel when he was drunk. 】

Langmingway arrived later.

When he knelt down...

The animal trainer just spit out blood, and his chest was dangerously collapsed in several places. It seemed that the internal injuries were more serious than expected.

"Oh, this fist is really strong."

"Shut up, Lowndes."

Ken turned around and helped the animal trainer up, followed by the dim light, and continued to pour experience points into it.

He made Lowndes crouch down and carry the wounded on his back.

Everyone quickly left the streets and alleys, found a hotel where they could rest temporarily, and plunged in.

……

Ambera Ice Harbor, outlying camps.

Kuima and Lorgar rode wolves on the mountain path stepped on by their feet, and the team stationed nearby was very large.

But not at random.

The administrators of Ambera Ice Harbor divided the station into several areas.

The closer to the core area of ​​the port, the more expensive the price, but it is often only open to caravans or guys who can provide serious status.

If a team like Kenn's was mixed with troops and mercenaries, they could only live in the middle area.

Kuima and the others continued walking outside.

It was found that the more remote places were more chaotic, and the people stationed here were all criminals.

Every sentry guy was vicious, staring at the passing crowd with malicious eyes.

When Kuima and the others were dealing with stationing matters...

Driven by the tip, the port personnel in charge of the formalities once issued a kind reminder that the port administrator forbids looting within the jurisdiction.

If anyone dares to take a knife against the caravan entering the range, it will affect the taxes that the big bosses enter their pockets.

At that time, I will not be able to eat and walk around.

"Hey, look over there."

Quema reined in.

He saw some marauders drinking and gambling in front of the camp.

Lorgar squinted his eyes for a moment to observe, and the other party was soon noticed, and he stared back aggressively, driving the two of them away like chasing flies.

"Let's leave first, and then come back."

Quema drove the wolves forward.

He observes from the corner of his eye from time to time.

Lorgar also silently remembered the number of guards on the other side.

He can see that:
This team of looters is huge, earning a lot of money, even the minions have decent armor, and the amount of gambling money placed on the ground is also huge.

"What are we doing here?"

Lorgar had a hard time understanding.

Could it be that they are going to kill and steal?
Or is it just to guard against a looting group of this size.

Quima is about to leave the observation range.

He turned his head to Lorgar and said, "Pay attention to the gambler on the left, have you seen that guy in light armor and moccasin boots on his feet?"

Lorgar turned to look, nodded and said:

"Oh, it turned out to be cheating, and his accomplices seem to have noticed that some of them became angry, and the rest even sent out secret signals, intending to give him a hard lesson."

Lorgar looked at the shooter beside him.

He finished his observation and shrugged his shoulders.

Is it just to watch the tricks of the looters, or is the investigation operation too boring, and Quema wants to find a topic with herself?
Quima sighed.

He said: "Dagger, the dagger in the arms of this gambler comes from the Norlin Knights!"

Lorgar looked surprised.

He turned around to look again, and it was indeed familiar. It was a custom-made style under Lang Mingwei's command.

The Northern Territory doesn't like Southern Xinjiang-style knives, so there is no problem of imitation.

That being the case...

The looting group in front of them may be the culprit who attacked the Dragon Thorn Knights.

Could it be that the enemy Lang Mingwei was looking for so hard was camped next to him?
Lorgar spoke again.

At this time, Quema pointed his hand forward, as if introducing the scenery, when he pointed with great interest, he suddenly lowered his volume.

"We're being followed."

Lorgar narrowed his eyes and began to cooperate, pretending to be a hiker looking at the scenery.

(End of this chapter)