I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

On the other side, upstairs, the businessman Stanford did not flee the house.

Although he looked down on the robbers from the bottom of his heart, he was still very confident in the strength of Sam and others.

After all, they were the rare gods' protectors in this era. How could they be solved by any random invaders?

But when he heard the fierce fighting sounds coming from downstairs, Stanford couldn't help but feel anxious.

The battle lasted too long. Who was this invader who could fight with Sam, the god's protector, for so long?

Where did his actions leak out, and actually attracted the spying of such a powerful person? This really puzzled Stanford.

Whenever he was in a restless mood, Stanford would always have a desire to abuse, and he was eager to find a way to vent.

In the past, this desire was usually imposed on slaves, and the slave he gave the identity of his wife was in this position.

But because the acquisition of the orphanage some time ago was not going well, Stanford was so hot-headed that he threw the people to the bandits to enjoy.

Originally, he just wanted to teach them a lesson, but he didn't expect that these bandits were even more inhuman than he imagined, and they directly broke his "things".

There was nothing to complain about, after all, in his eyes, slaves were really just things, and if they were broken, there would naturally be other replacements.

However, in order to make room for these bandits to hide, the slaves and servants in his hands had been moved elsewhere, and it was difficult to find replacements now.

When Stanford thought of this, Vivi's face appeared in his mind. Compared with the so-called top slaves under his command, this girl who no one cared about was the best.

Stanford was interested in Vivi, but due to various restrictions, he couldn't take action directly.

I thought I could get something out of sending the bandits tonight, but I didn't expect that they were all good-for-nothings. They didn't bring anyone back after a long time, and they also attracted a troublesome enemy.

"Be patient for now... Wait until Sam gets rid of the intruder, and then let him bring the woman over in person. Pay more money, and you won't be afraid that guy won't want to work."

Stanford pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, clenched his fists and resisted his desire, and knocked hard on the table.

Somewhere under him was looking up fiercely, and before that he had to find a way to vent. Although he was very reluctant, he was afraid that he had to go to the Customs Street to have a look, even though he disliked the people there because they were dirty and prone to strange diseases.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Stanford was still struggling, but at this time his door was knocked.

When he came to his senses, he found that the sound of fighting downstairs had stopped, and Sam had finally gotten rid of the enemy completely.

When he thought about the mess downstairs, he couldn't help but have a headache.

With such a big commotion, the nearby residents might have noticed something was wrong, and they might call the guards in the city.

It was not easy to deal with the guards. Even though Stanford had established connections with them early on, it didn't mean he could do anything without worries.

"Come in, why are you knocking? How come I didn't know that you rude guys were so polite?"

Stanford said unhappily. These robbers often pushed the door in without saying a word.

Sometimes when he was doing things, it was okay to break in accidentally, and it would be embarrassing to be seen. As a result, these shameless robbers actually said they wanted to join in, which really pissed him off.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The person outside the door did not respond, and the only sound was still knocking.

"What do you mean? You must let me open the door for you? I really give you face!"

Stanford was getting more and more impatient. He really felt that Sam was getting too far.

He had to admit that the opponent's strength was far beyond his imagination. He had no chance of winning if he faced the opponent head-on. He was also embarrassed by the "lesson" he had just received.

But he knew that the opponent didn't dare to really attack him, and he had to give in to him in many things.

After all, without Stanford's protection, this group of robbers would soon be discovered by others, and then there would be countless bounty hunters eyeing their heads.

Even if Sam was strong, he couldn't stand it. The more bounty hunters he solved, the higher their bounties would be, and the more people would eye the bounties, which was completely a vicious cycle.

So no matter what, Sam would still maintain a cooperative relationship with Stanford, which was one of the few reasons Stanford had the confidence.

Dongdongdong! ! !

The only response to him was the knock on the door, and the sound became more urgent, making SamDenver frowned. If he hadn't been defeated, he would have punched the other person in the face.

"Come on, you lazy guys, it seems that I have served you too well, and you don't even want to open the door yourself."

Stanford walked over without any vigilance. Before he put his hand on the doorknob, there was a new movement on the other side of the door.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Stanford's door was kicked through. Stanford, who had just walked to the door, was kicked out as expected.

His body hit the wall heavily, his eyes widened with fear and confusion, and he didn't understand what happened at all.

Soon the broken door fell down, and a silver-white figure appeared in front of Stanford.

Elena, who had rushed upstairs, was covered in blood and stared at Stanford, who was sitting on the ground, with a cold face. The murderous aura exuded from his eyes was suffocating.

"You...you you you...how could it be you? Where's Sam? Where did that guy run off to?!"

Looking at Elena's familiar face that he had seen in the orphanage, Stanford never dreamed that he would meet her here in this situation.

He always had a feeling that this boy who was more beautiful than a girl was very strange. After all, every time he looked into her eyes, Stanford always felt that his neck was being strangled by her.

Especially now that the other party looked like he had just finished a big battle, the only battle that could be associated with it was the battle between Sam and the invader downstairs.

Now that Elena appeared in front of him alone, it was undoubtedly proof of Sam's defeat.

But how could Stanford believe this? The other party was just an ordinary orphan in the orphanage. It was impossible for him to have the so-called power except that his appearance was better than others.

Even Stanford had contacted Elena more than once. In his eyes, Elena should have always been a weak boy who could only hide behind his sister. It was impossible for him to have such a strong power.

Even if Elena was hiding his true power, his opponent was Sam, a human being protected by the gods. How could he fight against such a being? !