Crown of Silence

Chapter 97 Mantis stalks cicada

In the downtown area, in the messy market, there is the smell of rotten vegetable leaves and stinky ditches.

The boy stepped on the mud and looked back at the mess around him: "Brother, is your memory reliable?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. I remember it's in this area!"

Charles nodded with great confidence: "Go a little further and turn a corner and you'll be there!"

"You said this ten minutes ago. The last time you said this, we were still on the street... and then we walked to this damn place!"

Ye Qingxuan was full of regret and felt deeply pained.

"But this is Avalon, Junior Brother!"

Charles patted his shoulder vigorously: "It always has so many surprises! Oh, I think this radish is quite cheap, why don't we buy some and stew it?"

"At this time, can we do business first? How cheap can radish be... Oh, it's really cheap. This big pumpkin is not bad! Boss, give me two pounds, how much is your cabbage?"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were attracted by the vegetables, and he skillfully bargained with the aunt on the stall. Finally, after a lot of arguing, he let the stall owner give him two eggplants.

In the end, he bought so many things at almost half the price, and Ye Qingxuan's mood became better. He picked up a lot of things with satisfaction:

"I'm so lucky today. Senior Brother, you've been drinking so much recently, and I can stew a soup for you to wake you up... Damn, where are you, Senior Brother?!"

Until now, he realized that when he turned around, his senior brother had disappeared!

"Boss, have you seen where the guy who was with me just now has gone?"

Behind the stall, the burly auntie rolled her eyes lazily: "Just now when you were buying vegetables, it seemed that a little girl in red clothes waved to him, and he left..."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan almost vomited blood, and couldn't help but want to roar: Charles, you bastard, are you going out to pick up girls or to lead the way!

Soon, he had to worry about another thing when he set out on his journey again.

In the downtown area, in the intricate and sewage-filled alleys, he looked around at the scene that seemed to have been seen not long ago, and finally found out:

I was lost...

In the silence, he heard a faint sound in the distance.

It seemed that someone was coming.

——

"Here we are, sir, here we are!"

Outside the alley, the sloppy homeless man smiled in an extremely flattering way.

He rubbed his hands enthusiastically and looked at the person in front of him. The man in a black robe stood at the entrance of the alley, staring into the distance.

Under the scorching sun, his face and body were hidden in the heavy hood and robe, emitting a chill from the inside out, like a ghost, which made people feel scared.

"Are you sure?"

A hoarse voice asked under the hood.

"For the sake of money, I dare not lie."

The tramp whispered beside him, "He went in here, I saw it with my own eyes. A white-haired oriental kid, no doubt!"

His expression was full of awe, "Besides, you are a big shot, and everyone in the lower city knows that if you want to make a living, you must not offend Mr. Professor."

"That's best."

The man named Professor nodded, and his voice was like the friction of bones: "Otherwise, you'd better worry about whether you have the life to spend all this money."

In the cuffs of the robe, a pale and thin palm stretched out. Just like a dead person, there was a kind of paleness that had not seen the sun.

Seeing that palm, the tramp's eyes became eager again. His eyes fell on the stack of green bills held between his two fingers, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Seeing the stack of money, the tramp couldn't help but grin and giggle: that was a large bill issued by the church, a whole stack, all with a face value of one thousand pounds...

The bills were tied into a roll with a hemp rope, and as the professor threw them out with his fingers, they rolled and fell to the ground.

"You can roll now."

The professor waved his hand and walked towards the alley without looking back.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

The tramp pounced on it like a hungry dog, picked up the bills on the ground, and couldn't wait to count the amount, laughing excitedly.

"I'm rich, I'm rich!"

His dirty fingers tightly grasped the bills, his eyes were fanatical, and he put these cute little treasures into his pocket.

But when he raised his head, he was stunned.

There was a pair of feet standing in front of him.

He looked up in surprise and saw a cane decorated with silver and gems, held in a clean and slender hand.

The index finger of that hand wore a huge ruby ​​ring with a family crest embedded in the gem.

As if preparing to go to a banquet, two cufflinks inlaid with broken diamonds on the cuffs of the exquisitely crafted dress reflected a restrained and luxurious light.

"Professor, why are you so anxious? Why not have a chat?"

The man holding the cane spoke, and the voice had an elegant tone, sounding gentle and calm, like the advice from a friend.

The man wore a top hat, supported his cane, and was well-dressed. His handsome face was wearing a polite smile, full of the hypocrisy and arrogance unique to Sicilian people.

If it was just like this, it would not be enough to make the tramp scream.

But behind the young man... was a group of thugs holding sharp knives and iron bars. Those burly men appeared in the alley without a sound. Their eyes were gloomy, full of arrogance and ferocity, and they looked at him with a mocking smile, as if they were looking at a clown.

In the whole Avalon, only this group of thugs would dress so distinctively.

Those guys were all Sicilians!

"Black, black, mafia..."

The tramp finally reacted and screamed as if he had seen a ghost. As the young man let go of his hand, he collapsed on the ground and crawled back in a hurry: "I, I, I..."

The young man had no interest in what he was doing, but just waved his hand, signaling him to get out quickly. The tramp crawled back on the ground in fear, and when he crawled far away, he stood up against the wall and ran away without looking back.

He didn't even dare to take the bills and money that fell on the ground.

In the alley, only the professor surrounded by the thugs and the young man who led the thugs were left.

"Looks like I'm surrounded?"

The professor didn't realize that he had been surrounded just now, just staring at this group of "friends" with ill intentions.

"Nice to meet you, Professor. I am the second son of the Luso family. You can call me Lorenzo. The Eagle of Palermo - Lorenzo."

The young man touched his chest and saluted in a gentlemanly manner, but when he looked at the professor, his eyes were full of mockery: "It's just that the legendary "venomous snake" actually jumped into someone else's trap without any warning, which was really unexpected."

"Lorenzo? Is he Shultz's son?"

Under the hood, the professor looked at the young man, as if he had expected it: "Your speed is beyond my expectation. I thought the first to come here were the Indians."

"In fact, they were the first to arrive."

Lorenzo shrugged and looked behind him.

Behind him, under the feet of the Sicilian thugs, red liquid was flowing.

The warm blood extended from another alley and finally flowed into the open sewer.

Several burly men who were still cleaning up the scene dragged two incomplete bodies into the sewer, watching them flow with the muddy water and roll away in the darkness.

It was obvious that the first Indians who arrived had been dealt with by this group of Sicilians.

The ambush that was originally set up was destroyed by a quick and swift raid before it could take effect.

At the back, a fat corpse still had a look of astonishment on his face. One of the Indian leaders, Shahrukh, was hacked to pieces.

He died silently.

-

"It seems that I underestimated you."

The professor retracted his gaze from the sewer: "It seems that you are well prepared. Do you want to be like those Indians? Stay here and catch everyone who wants to have a share... Do you also want that kid?"

"You want to delay time?"

Lorenzo saw through the professor's thoughts, shook his head and smiled: "It's useless, we have cleared all the nearby hundreds of meters.

Now, Mr. Professor, you'd better understand.

Although we are enemies, I am willing to let you leave here safely and intact because you have given us advice. What do you think of this proposal?"

"Really? Then I have to thank you for your mercy."

The professor said lightly. "It's just that I'm afraid I can't get out."

"Are you worried that I'll break my promise?"

Lorenzo frowned, his eyes cold, "I'm the second son of the Luso family. Keeping my word is the principle my father taught me. Sicilians never break their promises. For the sake of the ghost hand, as long as you promise not to interfere in this muddy water, I'm willing to let you go."

"Idiot."

The professor sighed.

"--Do you think I'm talking about you?"

Lorenzo was stunned and was about to say something, but his face changed.

In an instant, he felt the sound of the earth shaking.

In silence, the blue bricks under his feet were shaking, as if a hammer was hitting the ground. At both ends of this alley, heavy footsteps came.

That kind of footsteps, like the friction between iron sheets and stones, with a sharp sound and sparks. In the alley, Lorenzo looked up in astonishment and looked to both sides, as if he had seen a nightmare.

At both ends of the alley, there was a flash of iron light.

That was the color of heavy plate armor—plate armor!

"Fuck."

When Lorenzo came back to his senses from the shock, he couldn't help but curse.

-

Just when they were caught off guard, the group of burly men in iron armor appeared from the corner.

It was as if the hungry wolves that were supposed to appear on the battlefield had taken the wrong path and came here. Those fully armed burly men were covered in heavy armor, stepping in uniform steps, like a legion marching!

In their hands were dragging iron axes and two-handed swords, and the heavy iron cut the stone bricks, leaving a hideous and sharp sound.

But this is not a battlefield! This is Avalon!

But why would a group of heavy infantry appear here? !