Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 04 The World Is Cold
The remaining three people in Anthony quickly pulled out their knives, their eyes full of vigilance.
Shen Zhimo's inner breath was running rapidly, filling his limbs and bones, and he rushed forward like a tiger. He immediately launched a stormy attack. A Shaolin Scattered Flower Palm knocked off half of Anthony's gums, and his Dragon Claw hand hit the other man's chin. Kongtong
Pai Fantian kicked the third person with his flying legs. Every move was extremely lethal, tearing the skin in contact with each other. The blood fell down like spring breeze and autumn rain. The scene was very scary.
Anthony's face was more swollen than black bread, and he rolled to the ground. The knife fell somewhere, and he only had one thought in his mind: "Damn, he must be a natural-born berserker of the barbarian tribe." He turned to run away, but he tripped under his feet.
The hammer fell straight down and the elegant dog chewed shit, and could not get up again.
Hamar covered his wound and said: "Saga... stop fighting, we can't afford to offend the people of the Chamber of Commerce..."
Anthony interacted with his limbs, climbed out of the door, and said vaguely: "Yes, yes... Mr. Hamar, I swear that the Chamber of Commerce will never trouble you again. You can set the price yourself..." But in his heart,
Thought: "You will be dead when I find the magician!"
Shen Zhimo had already seen the ferocious light in his eyes and said with a smile: "Instead of letting others oppress me, why not oppress these idiots." He grabbed Anthony and threw him over. He fell next to the stove and hit the chopping board hard in his lower abdomen, almost turning his stomach.
come out.
As long as Hamar stopped him, he was seriously injured but unable to move. He leaned against the door and said, "Saga, let Mr. Anthony go, we will be in great trouble."
"It's beyond stupidity." Shen Zhimo said: "Escape from difficulties is an ostrich's thinking. You should make everyone who offends you tremble."
He grabbed Anthony's hand and placed it on the chopping board, holding the hammer high.
Anthony was frightened to death and broke into a cold sweat. He spoke much more clearly in desperation and begged loudly for mercy: "Dear Mr. Saga! I, I promise I will never come again. If you let me go, I can also give you a gift."
You have a lot of gold coins, enough to last you a lifetime!"
Shen Zhimo shook his head and said, "It's too late, I don't like cowards who beg for mercy." As soon as the hammer came down, the sound of broken bones resounded in everyone's ears, and everyone couldn't help but tremble. Blood and flesh spattered, and the originally intact palm
It has become a blur and can never be recovered. Even the Great Luo Jinxian has no cure.
Anthony opened his mouth wide and his whole body was trembling, but he couldn't scream out. The veins on his face were bulging and sweat was pouring out, showing that he was in extreme pain. After a moment of stalemate, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Hamar knew that the forces behind Anthony had formed a deep hatred with the Chamber of Commerce. He could not help but look gloomy, his hands and feet were cold, and he said dejectedly: "Oh, Saga, what are you doing? Do you think it feels good to leave your hometown?
, I’m afraid we will have to flee for our lives overnight..."
"Believe me, the lord of the port will also crawl at your feet." Shen Zhimo said.
Hamar suddenly felt a power of faith that was firmer than the Holy Light from his calm tone. He cheered up and said, "Okay, let's discuss it again. He also said just now that self-defense and counterattack are not enough to be sentenced to prison...
…Well……"
Shen Zhimo took out dozens of silver coins from several wounded soldiers and put them into his pocket. He said to the two people who were still conscious: "Get out of here. If you can't think about it, I'll be waiting for you here."
The two of them didn't dare to speak. They picked up the Orc and Anthony respectively and ran away in a mess.
Shen Zhimo used money to ask nearby neighbors to hire a low-level clergyman to treat the old blacksmith's injuries. It took him most of the night to set up the blacksmith shop.
The second and third days were calm, and no one dared to cause trouble. Hamal was worried, and discussed the escape with Shen Zhimo, but he couldn't leave the shop, so he could only lie on the bed and sigh as he caressed the wound that was gradually healing.
Shen Zhimo had nothing in common with him, so he comforted him a little and took ten silver coins to the market to buy food.
Since he came to this world, he rarely goes out. He usually works in the blacksmith shop. He has few friends and knows no one. However, the neighbors all know that the old blacksmith has taken in a strange stranger, so many people gather together.
Pointing at him.
The market at the port is always filled with a strong stench that makes people unable to open their eyes. The market is spacious and crowded with people, and the densely packed stalls can be seen endlessly. All aquatic products in the Kuzeskar area are traded here.
, there were water stains everywhere, and the ground was covered with shrimp shells and fish scales. There were shouts of hawking, and there was a dazzling array of goods, including aquatic products, spices from other continents, cloth, livestock, pottery, weapons, oil, and so on.
My eyes were dizzy, and I lamented that the mainland was rich in materials.
Standing nearby were a group of coolies waiting for work. They had dark and rough skin, flat noses and thick lips. They had been standing under the strong sunlight for who knows how long, and they did not feel sleepy. They still looked at each customer with expectant eyes.
There were horse-drawn carriages parked on both sides of the road, and coolies were constantly carrying goods inside. These were purchased by dealers and sold in nearby cities. Someone also brought a cart of fruit, which was sold out in an instant. It was obvious that the consumption level was extremely high and there was no need to worry about not being able to sell it.
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No wonder this place is a battleground for all forces. As long as you have the market in your hands, it will be a huge source of wealth, and you can even cut off the material supply sources of neighboring cities at strategic opportunities.
Shen Zhimo looked around, seeing various races mixed in the market. Not only humans, but also ferocious orcs, thick and short dwarves, and goblins who were like pets. He was the most ordinary one here, and he was not attractive at all.
People were paying attention. His eyes were like a torch. With just one sweep, he took in all the surrounding 20 meters. He didn't see any enemies. He felt slightly at ease. He found a fishmonger selling fresh black dolphins and squatted down by the stall.
, asked: "How much does it cost per pound?"
The fishmonger stirred the water in the big basin, causing the black dolphin to jump up. He shook his head and said, "I sell them no matter the pound, and I'll sell them for one silver coin a piece. If you want it, I'll give it to you right away."
Shen Zhimo frowned and said: "One silver coin? Too expensive." He used to be generous and generous, and it was common for him to spend a lot of money in restaurants. He was not a housewife who cared about everything, but the money was taken from the hands of the old blacksmith, and his family's life was difficult, so naturally he wanted more
Considering livelihood.
In this world, one copper coin can buy a piece of boss's black bread, and one hundred copper coins can be exchanged for one silver coin. The monthly expenditure of an average family is only twenty silver coins. The price of black dolphin does seem a bit expensive.
The fishmonger immediately glared and said: "If you don't want to buy it, please leave! You can't even afford the black dolphin, why are you asking for the price? There is no shortage of poor people like you here."
"Oh." Shen Zhimo wasn't angry either. He turned around to leave when he saw two men wearing bright leather armor and arrogant clothes approaching from the side of the road. They kicked the water basin and said, "Hey, it costs one silver coin to set up a stall. Please pay quickly."
Hand in. There are so many people today, I don’t know when it will be received.”
The water basin almost tipped over and two black dolphins jumped out. The fishmonger didn't dare to get angry and hurriedly picked it up and said with a smile: "Sir, we haven't opened yet today."
Another man said: "Oh, it turns out we are selling black dolphin, so I will charge one more silver coin."
Shen Zhimodao was a tax collector appointed by the Port Management Committee and stepped aside as he did not want to cause more trouble.
The fishmonger was full of grievances and cried out even more unjustly than Dou E: "Two noble knights, half the morning has passed and I haven't sold even a single fish. Where can I get money for you?"
"Don't have money? I've seen people like you a lot. I can't help you if I don't give you some advice." The first person went over and slapped him with as much force as possible. The slap was loud and bright, and the fishmonger was shaken by the slap.
The ground spun around, his cheeks were swollen, he was dizzy and at a loss.
The second person kicked over the water basin containing the fish. More than a dozen palm-wide black dolphins followed the water to the ground and struggled hard. There was a loud "crackling" sound and water droplets scattered in all directions.
"Ah, my fish!" The fishmonger immediately regained his energy, jumped forward, and held down a seemingly larger black dolphin with a more professional movement than a jungle hunter. The man was domineering and did not tolerate him.
To rescue him, he stepped forward and stepped hard on the back of the fishmonger's hand. The hardness of the antelope-horned suede boots with pointed toes and thick heels immediately deformed the unlucky guy's palms, making him unable to hold back. The black dolphin in his hand also bore the burden.
He couldn't bear the heavy pressure, his intestines were pierced and his belly was broken, and bone spurs were pierced into his flesh.
The sharp howl immediately drowned out other sounds in the market.
Many merchants turned away and couldn't bear to see this scene. Some indifferent guys whispered among themselves, vying to express their opinions.
Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "It's true that officials are so angry when they shout, and women are so miserable when they cry. They are all normal scenes in the world. But these onlookers are so indifferent."