Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1494 The Powerful Old Mage

As night fell, Luo Qiu walked alone on the streets of the town—suddenly, he realized that he didn't seem to be rushing back to the manor... In fact, he hadn't actually rushed anywhere before.

It's just because the maid is temporarily away, and Dazhe is also in the gap between dimensions... Nero is gone, and only Roya is left who sleeps more than wakes up.

In the manor, probably the only one who is awake is the artificial intelligence [Eve] left behind by the maid to deal with daily sundries...Nurse Ren is not even in this foreign country.

Luo Qiu found that he was not in a hurry to go back because there was no one in the manor waiting for him to go back.

The manor is the property of the maid, and Dazhe and Nero have even cleaned the manor very clean...it is spacious and bright, quiet and comfortable, but it...is not yet a home.

When passing by Mr. Smith’s restaurant, the door was still closed. It seems that Mr. Smith is still in the hospital with his wife who has not passed the critical period in the observation room.

Someone greeted Boss Luo in front of Mr. Smith's restaurant. He should be a regular customer of the restaurant on weekdays... But to Luo Qiu, it was obviously just a stranger who met for the first time.

He might also regard Luo Qiu as a regular customer here.

The residents of the small town seem to be so enthusiastic... Maybe it's because the small town is actually not big. In fact, everyone knows each other. Rather than living in the same city, it's better to say that they are all neighbors.

This old customer who was wandering around the restaurant door was probably really unhappy that he couldn't eat Mr. Smith's food today, so he managed to catch a person who stopped by the restaurant door, and came up and sent it without saying a word. invite.

"Hey! Brother, are you interested in having a drink with me? I treat you!"

Boss Luo took a look at the old man and the little Scottish skirt he was wearing, and finally politely declined.

"I'm sorry, sir, there are still people at home waiting for me to go back."

"Haha! Very good!"

The old man in a small skirt didn't mind, but said with a more appreciative look: "You really should cherish your family! Believe me, young man, this is the most correct thing in the world, and something you will regret later , there must be this item that has not been with the family well! God-bless-you!"

Nodding to the passer-by old man wearing a small skirt... Boss Luo kept this insight from life in his heart, and said softly to the old man, "I also wish."

The old man may not be able to distinguish the true meaning of the words [I also bless you]... He probably thinks that this is actually the meaning of [God-bless-you]... Or, it directly means this.

But he left apparently in a good mood.

Boss Luo left from the small restaurant and continued to walk on the streets of the town.He thought of Ren Ziling, so he picked up his phone, thought for a while, and then sent a message: Remember to eat lunch.

But in an instant, Nanny Ren, who was seven time zones away, replied with a long message.Luo Qiu lowered his head and read carefully, between the lines, it seemed that her voice gradually sounded.

Then he stopped...a group of people stood in the way and blocked him.

……

To be correct, the crowd blocking the road did not say who was deliberately blocking the way—they were just a group of passers-by gathered together out of curiosity: the melon-eating crowd.

Boss Luo put away his mobile phone, took a look, and found two young men with Asian faces, who were eating watermelons and watching... Passers-by formed a group, looking like A fight?

Many people even raised their mobile phones to shoot and upload - in fact, the fight is over.

Inside the crowd, there was only a bald man wearing a black robe... who was supposed to be wearing a jumpsuit, but for some reason he lifted it off. The picture of the young man lifting it up with one hand.

There are still a few motionless guys lying on the ground... Maybe they are the little young friend who was raised high?
Looking at such a picture, it is easy to think of such a small story.

A few young people who had enough to eat and had nothing to do wanted to have some fun. At this time, they suddenly met a funny guy in a black robe walking on the street with his face covered. The really boring young man stepped forward to provoke him. , and even lifted the opponent's hat.

A few buddies who thought they were kings turned out to be directly killed by the bald old man who thought they were bronze... and so on, so there was the current scene.

By the way, this bald old man in a black robe has a scorpion-like tattoo on his bald head.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go! Please let me go! I'm sorry! I'm just a child!"

At this time, the young man who was lifted up was crying and begging for mercy in horror... I don't know whose family he is, but someone in the crowd recognized him... The impression of the town's people is more enthusiastic, but also Once unfolded in front of Boss Luo.

It was the old man in a little skirt who talked a lot in front of the restaurant—he pushed through the crowd and came out.

"Hey, buddy." The old man in the little skirt stretched out his hand and put it directly on the shoulder of the bald old man in black robe, "Listen to me, you really don't have to argue with such a child. If they really offend you , then you have taught them enough lessons! Believe me, things are going on, and it will not be a pleasant thing... How about I buy you a drink?"

Hearing this, the bald uncle in black robe really threw the young man who was holding it high to the ground with a blank expression. After landing, the young man immediately kicked his legs to move his body quickly... He moved to the place where he was not on the ground. It seems that even if the idea of ​​fleeing was born, he didn't think about abandoning his partner just like this for the time being.

It's just that no matter how he shakes, the partner lying on the ground still can't wake up.

"Son, call an ambulance." The old man in a skirt frowned at this moment, then glanced at the bald man, pondered for a while, and grabbed the other's arm, and said with regret: " Sorry buddy, I think I can't buy you a drink for a while... You may be a bit hard, you see these kids are knocked out by you. Trust me, I know these kids, although they are naughty, I beat them a lot too... but I don't hit them this hard. You've committed a crime."

The bald man in the black robe finally had an expression on his face... He sneered, and with his backhand, he shook off the palm of the old man in the little skirt, and clasped the old man's wrist.

"No one can condemn me... lowly human!"

"What?" The old man in the little skirt was startled when he heard the words. He looked at his wrists that were tightly clasped, blinked his eyes subconsciously, and then frowned... He bumped his forehead hard and hit it directly. This bald man's nose!

Oh--!
Such an impact is painful to look at!Suddenly, there was such a gasp in the crowd!

The bald man in black robe showed an incredible look at this time.

He was probably stunned by the old man's head hammer, and a little bit of nosebleed suddenly flowed from his nose.

The bald man subconsciously reached out and touched his nose, looking at the blood stained on his fingertips, his eyes flashed with anger, and his suppressed and deep voice slowly sounded: "Ignorant mortal, how dare you... oh ——!”

Unexpectedly, the old man in the little skirt also seemed to have a violent temper. At this time, another head hammer came forward, hitting the bald man again.

"Are you sober? Dude! If you're not sober, I don't mind giving you a few more!"

"You... looking for death!" The bald man in the black robe made a cold voice at this time, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and opened his palm, facing the old man in the little skirt, "Under the scorching sun fire, Repent for the crimes you have committed... mortals!"

When the old man in the little skirt heard the words, his heart jumped subconsciously. It seemed that at this moment, he really felt an unprecedented fear-but he blinked his eyes, but nothing happened.

Indeed, nothing happened—only the black-robed bald man stretched out his five fingers, and spoke seriously... fast among the crowd like an embarrassing show!
"I am a descendant of the great God of War Ares! Flame between heaven and earth, punish the ignorant and ignorant mortals in front of me!"

The bald man in black robe opened his five fingers again, and then pushed forward... nothing happened.

"The heroic soldiers of ancient times... I summon you in the name of the descendants of the God of War Ares, why destroy the sinners in front of me!"

At this time, he grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, opened the five fingers of his right hand again, and pushed it forward... nothing happened.

"It contains the divine power of the ancient god... oh!"

The old man in the little skirt probably couldn't stand it anymore, and he didn't bother to use the head hammer this time. It was an ordinary uppercut, which directly hit the black-robed bald man's abdomen.

Don't look at the old man in the little skirt, but the thighs exposed by the little skirt are muscular. It is obvious that he has a long-term habit of exercising... This fist is probably not small.

"God of War, right? Ancient soldier? Divine power!" The old man in the little skirt directly strangled the black-robed bald man's neck with one hand, pressed down on his body, and punched him until finally The black-robed bald head was beaten to the ground, staring at the stars, and he looked like he couldn't get up, so he tidied up his messy little skirt and clothes, and hummed, "Crazy!"

Later, the ambulance came and carried away several unconscious young people, and then the patrol police from the town also arrived, handcuffed the black-robed and bald man who caused the accident, and brought them into the police car.

The crowd gradually dispersed, because there was nothing worth watching... Life is like this, things worth stopping for happen all the time, but they are very short... It is not the person I care about, Who wants to stop for one night for him?
"You bastard, don't cause trouble for me in the future! It's okay to study hard, and don't wander around the street at night!" At this time, the old man in the little skirt taught the only young man who hadn't passed out, and said with a hum: "Once upon a time you Dad is not as naughty as you!"

He didn't dare to talk back right now, so he could only keep nodding his head submissively.

"Let's go! Follow along to the police station to make a statement, I will accompany you, don't be afraid! But you need to tell the whole thing once, do what you want, and never be ambiguous! I will not favor you!"

"Know, know!"

Later, the patrolman came over and greeted the old man in the little skirt very politely, and invited him into a police car... It turned out that this old man used to be a policeman in the small town, but he had retired.

He is their former senior... I heard that he was indeed a bad tempered person before, but he also had a nickname called "Good Neighbor Uncle Pique".

After the police car left, even the two Asian youths eating watermelon left at some point... Boss Luo walked to the scene of the incident and waved his hand, only to see a sewer cover next to it come out, suddenly Something else slowly rose out.

It was a gray crystal for a while... The crystal probably fell into the sewer at some point.

Holding this crystal, Luo Qiu blinked it, then with one hand, as if nothing had happened, slowly disappeared into the streets of the small town at night.

……

"Name! Speak!"

At this moment, the bald man in black robe sat silently in the office of the small town police station, staring intently at the people around him—especially the old man in the little skirt who knocked him to the ground: known as [Good Neighbor] Uncle Pique's Uncle Pique.

These people are called Uncle Pique. They are very enthusiastic... But the bald man in black robe secretly suspects that this Uncle Pique in a small Scottish skirt may be some powerful old mage hidden in the world— —Otherwise, I would never be hit so easily!

It must be so!

The bald man even frantically recalled what happened when he met Uncle Pique in his mind—he suspected in his eyes that this unknown and powerful old mage must have murdered him secretly, otherwise he would not have become so weak !

He found that the divine power left by his great God of War Ares among his descendants was useless at all!His steel-like body was so easy for the old mage's fist to bleed out!
Not only that, he couldn't even summon the soul of the ancient soldier to fight for him - he turned into the most ordinary mortal!

Even, even the protection that the dark god lord imposed on himself has no effect at this moment... This, this world is too terrifying!

At this time, the police couldn't ask, so they had to look helplessly at Uncle Pique.

Uncle Pique shook his head, and sat down in front of the black-robed bald man with his legs apart, and said in a deep voice, "Finally, name, address, and contact information."

The bald man in the black robe was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Respected strong man, forgive my rudeness... Excuse me, who are you?"

Uncle Pique: "???"

(End of this chapter)