The weather was hot at noon, the air was filled with the smell of anxiety, and the tavern was in full swing. Many boring people came here to spend time, enjoy the sweetness of the ice-cold ale, and joke with the beautiful waitress.
The heavy oak table was full of people. People were gambling, drinking, and swearing. It was extremely noisy. Chebman, who was based in the tavern, was almost healed from his injury. He was shouting with a few people, and uttered obscene words casually.
There was no trace of hesitation, and no one around him dared to look at him.
Sitting quietly in the corner of the tavern was a strange human being wearing a cloak. His face was covered and his appearance could not be seen clearly. There was a glass of ale in front of him, which remained untouched. It was incompatible with the atmosphere in the tavern. Chebman was carrying a glass of wine.
Ping sat down next to the man and said with a smile: "Hey, where are you from? Are you so ugly?" The man didn't speak or look at him.
Chibman snorted: "Yes! Do you know the rules of the Snow Night Tavern? No one dares not to answer Master Chibman's questions."
The man still didn't speak and seemed very indifferent.
"Hey, if you treat me to ten drinks, I'll pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise..." Chebman immediately pulled out a sharp dagger from his arms and inserted it into the table. He smiled wildly and said, "Otherwise you will regret it."
The tavern owner quickly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Chibman, don't always harass the guests like this, why don't I buy you ten glasses of ale."
"Harassing the guests?" Chebman glared: "Did I short-change your drink money? Did I steal your things? Did I touch your wife's butt?"
Several of Chebman's accomplices laughed, and the tavern owner lost his temper. He shook his head with a pale face and said, "No, no..."
"Since there is no such thing, then what are you talking about? Get out of here! Damn it, there are people who are chirping when you bully a foreigner. I'm really not interested in that."
When it can be seen that Chebman is domineering here and no one takes it seriously. The Port of Kuzeskar is indeed a place where strength speaks. It is like a river and lake. Whoever has the most strength speaks louder.
Chebman suddenly lifted up the man's clothes and pushed him to the ground. The man fell limply, and he was probably just an ordinary guest with little ability.
"I can't even speak, and I don't feel pain. Could it be that I was born mute?" Chebman didn't have any sympathy at all. He kicked a few times, took out the man's wallet and opened it, only to find it was empty.
He didn't even have any coins, so he couldn't help but get angry and cursed: "Why are you drinking when you don't have money? Are you crazy?"
When the owner of the tavern heard about it, he hurried over and immediately lost all his thoughts of protecting the man. He yelled with Chebman: "***, you don't have money to drink liquor, are you going to die?" He punched and kicked him three times.
, kicked the man from the table to the door, the dust was all over his cloak, and his body was covered with footprints. But the man seemed to be so stoic that he didn't make a sound and just allowed them to beat him.
Shen Zhimo was very unhappy when he saw this situation. The martial arts in the Central Plains already had a chivalrous tradition of eradicating violence, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak. How could they not allow them to beat up a mute who had no power to fight back? He immediately stood in front of Chebman and sneered:
"Mr. Chibman, are your injuries healed?"
Chibman suddenly saw the black-haired young man who had seriously injured himself some time ago and had been unconscious for several days. He couldn't help but be startled. He took a step back, looked around at several of his accomplices who were drinking and watching the fun, and put the dagger on his side.
He put up a posture in front of his chest and said: "Saga! What do you want to do? I didn't go to mess with your blacksmith shop."
Shen Zhimo pointed to the man in the cloak and frowned: "What about this man? Why do you want to beat him?"
Chebman found that he didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything, and felt more relieved. He forced a smile and said: "He has no money to drink, so I help the boss teach him a lesson. Drinking without paying is an extremely bad behavior. There are no churches that often hold meetings in the pub."
That kind of free charity event. Locke, you say so?"
The tavern owner didn't understand the previous conflict between Chebman and Shen Zhimo, so he nodded and said: "Of course, drinking without paying the bill is equivalent to a robber! If you see it, you will be beaten up and let them remember the lesson."
"He just didn't bring any money, and he didn't fail to pay the bill." Shen Zhimo was very unhappy: "In fact, he is my friend. He just arrived at the tavern first. I was on the way over to treat him to a drink." He took out a handful of silver coins from his bag.
He threw it on the ground and said coldly: "Isn't this money?"
More than ten silver coins are enough to buy a drink for all the customers in the tavern, which is completely enough. The boss immediately changed his color and said with a smile: "Sir, I'm sorry, this is all a misunderstanding. Your friend should
Explain clearly..." He leaned down and picked up the silver coins one by one, holding them tightly in his hands, with a look of endless joy.
Shen Zhimo snatched the silver coin with his hand, and then slapped the boss violently. He knocked the boss over and rolled a few times before stopping when his back hit the doorpost.
Chebman's companions stood up one after another and grabbed the wine bottles and wooden sticks angrily. A group of them often drank for free, and in exchange, they were also responsible for the safety and calm in the tavern.
The boss's eyes were filled with stars and he was dizzy. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and said in shock: "Sir, what's wrong?"
"You injured my friend, now it's time to talk about compensation." Shen Zhimo helped the mute in the cloak, stepped over the boss, and said softly to Chebman: "Sir, please give me a way." Then he said rudely.
Pushing him to the side, he grabbed a companion by his hair and threw it away like a chicken, before Shi Shiran sat down on his seat.
The mute looked at Shen Zhimo with a very strange look. The eyes in the mask were glowing. He looked motionless and his fingers were trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was very excited and nervous. Shen Zhimo was a little strange. Was the mute scared out of his wits?
Chebman was about to resist and show off to his men, but the power in Shen Zhimo's hand surged like a tide, making him unable to resist. He almost fell down with the force of the push. He hurriedly stabilized his body, but his steps
Staggering, he was extremely embarrassed. The companion who was carrying the chick turned somersaults, his face turned red, stood up again, and smashed the wine bottle in his hand at Shen Zhimo. The other two who were standing close also started to attack, with wooden sticks and daggers.
Say hello to him.
Shen Zhimo sat on the chair, calmly and calmly, he instantly raised his energy and concentration, using less than one-tenth of the internal strength in his body, he picked up the Wudang Sect's secret skill "Chaos Ring Technique" with his right hand, and circled around the sticks.
, the wine bottle, and the dagger were all stimulated by his internal force, and they were unstable and rushed into the air.
The companion's mouth was numb and he didn't react. Shen Zhimo had already caught the fallen wine bottle and opened it on his head. The movements were done in one go, elegant and graceful. The gangsters were ignorant and thought it was natural. They could easily do it themselves.
.But if there are experts here, they should know the vision, hand strength, and direction involved. I don’t know how long it takes to practice to be able to do it with such ease.
When his companions took action, Chebman still had a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that that day was just an accident and that everyone could teach him a good lesson. Unexpectedly, the reality was not much different from what he expected, and he hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, hurry up
Stop, don’t offend Mr. Saga!”
The companion's face was covered with shards of glass and he was bleeding profusely. His condition was very miserable. Seeing this, the others no longer dared to move.
"Now, let's all sit down and drink. Chebman, according to your opinion, how much compensation should be appropriate?"
Chebman secretly complained that the gangster had little savings to begin with. He stole all his property when he was knocked unconscious by Shen Zhimo a few days ago, and borrowed money from a priest to treat the injury. He had no spare money, so he could only say awkwardly: "Sa
Mr. Jia, can you wait for a few days?"
"What about you?" Shen Zhimo turned to the tavern owner and said.
The boss carefully looked at the mute in the cloak and saw no obvious injuries. Seeing that Chibman was like a turtle, he could only sigh to himself about his bad luck and carefully replied: "Sir, can ten silver coins be okay?"
For a person, this is equivalent to a huge sum of money, which is not too big or too small. The boss couldn't bear to say anything because he saw his extraordinary magnanimity.
"Ten silver coins?" Shen Zhimo asked as if he couldn't hear clearly.
"Yes, it is."
Shen Zhimo unceremoniously grabbed the other gangster's drink, took a sip, and said, "Are you kidding?"
"Well, how much do you want?" The boss understood that he was being blackmailed, and looked at Chebman for help.