Episode 1 Martial Arts Masters Chapter 12 Coercion is Art
There was a loud bang at the door of the dormitory, and the dust on the door lintel fell. A slightly childish voice called: "Mr. Saga, someone is looking for you outside, the master asked me to call you!" Shen Zhimo woke up from his meditation,
Recognizing that it was Tang En's voice, he opened the door and asked, "What's all the fuss about?"
Tang En's head was covered with sweat, his face was flushed, and he was a little panicked: "First of all, sir, there are many people outside, looking for you by name. I recognize that they are all members of the Tiger Mercenary Group!" The mercenary group has a reputation as wolf-like.
Sihu, everyone will be frightened when they hear it. Even a child knows that nothing good will happen if they come to their door.
"Oh, I understand, stay here and don't run around."
Shen Zhimo stuffed his handwritten copy of "Thirteen Styles of Thousand Fantasy" under his pillow, closed the door, walked through the patio and walked into the shop.
Except for the sound of the stove whirring, the atmosphere in the shop was very quiet. Hamal and a stranger sat opposite each other. There were two glasses of cheap ale on the messy small table, but not a drop of it was touched. Old Hamal felt awkward.
His clothes were already wet with sweat. He looked around from time to time, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then looked like he was hesitant to speak. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and said nothing.
The man opposite is about fifty years old, wearing a gray robe, with the collar, cuffs, and front placket all embroidered with complicated and gorgeous patterns in gold. There is a ferocious saber-toothed tiger badge pattern on the left chest, and the tiger's forehead is obvious.
The word "king" is similar to the one I saw on Simon's badge some time ago. This man has a white beard, blond hair, not many wrinkles, a face as deep as water, and bright eyes. After a closer look, I can see that this man is extremely charming.
The momentum and the typical demeanor of a superior person came to his face. Hamar was as small as an ant in front of him.
There were more than a dozen people standing quietly outside the door of the blacksmith shop, with solemn expressions and straight waists. Among them were Simon and the thieves and cannibals he saw in the morning. It seemed that the Tiger Mercenary Group had found a place to sit inside.
He was their boss. No wonder Hamal was scared to death, civilians like this could never afford to offend the tyrannical mercenary group.
Shen Zhimo touched the beard that had been preserved for three months on his chin. Shi Shiran walked over, stood in front of the man in a dignified manner, looked at him condescendingly, and asked rather rudely: "You are looking for me? What's the matter?"
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The man smiled slightly, stood up and stretched out his right hand: "Dear brave man, Mr. Saga, I am Rachel Solomon, the leader of the Port Tigers Mercenary Group."
Shen Zhimo held hands with him and touched the "Laogong", "Shaoshang" and "Shaolao" acupuncture points on his palm. He suddenly felt that there was a kind of magic element in the leader's hand, which was dense and layered.
, rushing toward me, actually having the same effect as the internal force, I couldn't help but be surprised, and I also mobilized my internal force to compete with him.
Solomon was once a low-level magician at the Empire's Central Academy of Magic and Arcane Arts. Twenty years ago, he was ordered to fight on the front lines during the Third War of Warcraft. After the war, he was probably mentally traumatized. Instead of reporting back to the Academy of Arcane Arts, he went to
A mercenary group was formed in Kuzeskal Port. In the past twenty years, he relied on the mercenary group to collect many magic scrolls and a large number of gems. Although he did not go back for assessment, his strength has surpassed that of an intermediate third-level magician.
It is one of the most common things for two people to shake hands, but Solomon's heart was filled with huge waves at this moment, and he could not calm down at all. He originally wanted to use the wind magic that he had studied for a long time to test the young man's foundation, but he didn't expect it at all.
The young man's hand suddenly released a huge force that was neither demonic nor demonic. It was like an overwhelming force, rushing through his mouth, middle finger, and palm edge, almost tearing his hand into pieces. Every muscle was suffering from severe pain.
It was as if someone was holding tightly with pliers and pulling back and forth, and it was so painful that I couldn't bear to die. The magic power I had had long ago disappeared under the strong impact of this young man, and I realized that what Simon and others said was true.
Even though he has a tenacious personality and has never admitted defeat in his life, he couldn't help but consider the consequences of losing his right hand at this time. In desperation, he made a friendly gesture that showed weakness, let go of his hand first, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Dear Sarah
Mr. Jia, I have always heard of your name. There is nothing special to do today, so I came here to visit you. Anyway, we live not far away, so we are half neighbors."
Shen Zhimo had already squeezed out one-tenth of the internal energy that he had accumulated for a long time. If he persisted for one more minute, he would probably become weak all over. He begged for mercy on the spot. Even so, he broke into a lot of cold sweat, thinking about Fanbang's magic.
His tyranny was no less impressive than his internal strength. He won a superficial victory and tried hard to gain a firm foothold, not letting Solomon see his weakness. He said coldly: "Mr. Solomon, since you are here to visit, where is the gift? I don't know.
Is it rude to come to the door?"
Solomon's old face blushed slightly and said: "Since the neighbor is visiting, it would be bad to be too polite. As a gift, I will send it to you another day." The so-called visit is actually just a courtesy excuse. He came here first to make plans.
He wanted to teach this ungrateful boy a lesson, and he also wanted to use it for his own purposes. However, after a fight and two or three small talk, he gave up his previous thoughts because of the strength shown by this black-haired foreigner named Saga.
It can only be described as unfathomable, and he is unruly and unruly. He is definitely not an easy person to get along with. Simon also mentioned that an elf magician has not shown up yet. It can be guessed that there must be a greater force hidden behind them.
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Shen Zhimo didn't want to beat around the bush, he was always a man who said what he said straight away. He pulled out a long bench and sat on it, putting one foot up on it. With a fearless and ruthless expression, he picked up Hammar's glass of ale.
He raised his head and drank, and asked: "Solomon, did you come to your door because I injured your men? If so, you can leave."
Solomon was so angry that he was so angry that he thought to himself: "What a fierce temper! None of the nobles at the port dared to speak to me like this." But now he remained calm and said slowly: "Mr. Saga, you are right, I
I came here specifically for that matter and planned to negotiate a solution."
Shen Zhimo sneered: "What is there to negotiate? I have to decide on the market area. You are imposing excessive taxes and the tax costs are huge. It is unbearable for ordinary residents and it will be difficult to sustain development in the long run. Therefore, it should be managed and maintained by me. And
It's not you guys." Since his mastery of skills, Shen Zhimo no longer has to look at anyone's face. His strong character has made him develop a style of speaking without leaving any room. Even if his inner strength disappears and his advantage no longer exists, this habit will not stop.
Change..
As the old saying goes, a soft person cannot be a tough person. After all, Solomon is a prominent figure in the port. In front of his subordinates and lowly blacksmiths, how can he stand the naked provocation of Shen Zhimo, an unknown little character. He slapped the table and said: "
Mr. Saga, I admire your strength, but you must never forget who is the real master in the port. I come to ask you to respect your meaning, but don’t be disrespectful, lest you end up suffering the consequences.
What an unnecessary disaster."
"Mr. Solomon, how many wives do you have? How many children do you have?"
"I have a beautiful and kind-hearted wife, and two grown-up children." Solomon didn't understand the Chinese way of speaking. Seeing him suddenly change the topic, he thought he had given in and used commonplace words to cover up his inner cowardice after being intimidated.
He smiled and said: "They are my true love."
"Very good, what you just meant is that if I disobey your orders, then I will die an ugly death, right?"
Solomon tapped his fingers on the table: "Yes, you are very smart. If you are willing, join the Tiger Mercenary Group, and I will give you unimaginable glory and wealth."
Shen Zhimo interrupted him coldly: "You are wrong, let me finish your words for you. If I don't agree and insist on the market land, you can let me die well. Is that what you mean?"
Solomon nodded reservedly, smiling elegantly.
Shen Zhimo pointed to the door and said: "There are about a hundred members of the mercenary group. Simon and the others are the elites among them. Do you plan to let these elites teach me a lesson? Even if there are many people, I can't defeat it, but now I tell you something.
It's a good thing. I have learned, um, the skills of thieves, and I can easily escape from the siege of thousands of people. At that time, you can imagine what will happen to your wife and children under my bayonet. They will be bloody.
His head will be the place of my revenge."
Solomon was stunned for a moment. He thought about these words carefully and couldn't help but sweat dripping with cold sweat. His face turned blue and white. He only wanted to threaten and didn't really think about this issue seriously. In fact, Solomon had countless people at the port.
An enemy, but since the rise of the mercenary group, no one would dare to speak to him like this.
"If you still want to enjoy the sunrise and sunset with your family and have dinner together, I would like to advise you not to be arrogant. The mercenary group's territory is already large enough, so how about leaving the market to me?" Shen Zhimo continued.
: "It's better than this. I will cooperate with you sincerely to seize the dock area and put it under your control. You must know that the profit of the dock is greater than that of the market."