The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

The crisp sound echoed, and the expected death did not come.

The man's eyes widened in horror. In front of him, a simple, pure black cane stood quietly, and traces of arrows could be vaguely seen on it.

Who?

He even held a cane to block the arrows that were rushing?

Everyone looked at the man who appeared suddenly in astonishment.

He was wearing a pure black gold-encrusted gown, highlighting his nobility, but the toothed hem also faintly revealed a trace of sexual violence.

He was a bit taller than normal people, giving people a sense of oppression. Under the wide brim of the top hat, a strange smile was outlined on the cold face unique to the northern Slavs at this moment.

"Good evening, everyone."

He pressed his top hat and greeted everyone politely.

"Did I hear just now... Does anyone want to be a good person?"

"who are you?"

Sveck immediately moved the crossbow in his hand, aiming at this strange guy who suddenly appeared.

The thugs under him also raised their weapons and gradually surrounded him with fierce expressions.

"Don't be nervous, everyone, I'm just an ordinary citizen passing by."

The tall figure in the dress pointed the ground with his cane, beckoning everyone to relax like a gentleman.

"You can call me... well, let me see, call me... Bruce Wayne."

The smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider, as if he had thought of some interesting idea.

"Well, citizen Bruce, Bruce without superpowers, sounds like a perfect fit for me."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Swick's finger gradually squeezed the trigger of the crossbow, and asked sharply.

"Is it possible that you are with this coward?"

"No, no, didn't you tell me? I was just passing by."

The man who called himself Bruce... that is, Mu En, didn't seem to see the crossbow that was on the verge of being activated, and he still looked leisurely. Surrounded by the mob, not only did he not have the idea of ​​escaping, but he even pushed aside the machete that was close to him, and grabbed it. The shoulder of a thug is as affectionate as a long-lost friend.

"However, I do have a small question that I would like to ask this kind gentleman."

"question?"

Swick frowned.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't talk so much, if he dared to disturb the mouse, he would just kill it and throw it into the sewer.

But he really couldn't see through this man who appeared suddenly, so he still kept his vigilance, and it would be best to solve the problem without violence.

"what is the problem?"

"I want to know, your boss, Mouse King Sam..."

call out--

The ear-piercing sound of breaking wind interrupted Mu En's words.

He tilted his head slightly, pressed the top hat on his head, looked sideways at the arrow that brushed his cheek and nailed to the wall behind him, and sighed regretfully.

"Why can't people just finish talking?"

"Kill him!"

Swick widened his eyes and shouted loudly, "Boss said that anyone who dares to ask about his whereabouts during this time will be killed!"

"As expected of Rat King Sam, who is rumored to have more than a dozen shelters, and even sleeps in three different places in one night. This vigilance is really admirable."

Mu En kindly patted the shoulder of the thug beside him, and asked softly:

"Is not it?"

"Damn it, go to hell!"

But the thugs obviously couldn't feel Mu En's gentleness, so they directly clenched the machete and chopped towards his neck.

"So, I have always hated violence."

Mu En sighed again.

"But why do you all want to force me to use violence?"

Fingers move.

thunder.

In the horrified sight of everyone, half of the arm of the thug closest to Mu En exploded directly, spreading into blood mist.

And in the scarlet mist, the man who called himself Bruce, a common citizen, whistled and picked up the machete on the ground.

weighed.

"Well, Elizabeth is used to it, and I feel that other weapons are rubbish."

He shook his head in displeasure, then flipped his wrist and stabbed it into the neck of the thug who wanted to attack behind him.

Like a leisurely stroll, so natural.

"But it's good enough."

"Kill him! Kill him! Come on with me!"

Sveck roared with red eyes, the crossbow in his hand was wound up, and he aimed quickly.

calm.

Be calm.

He is alone, and he can beat a dozen of me in seconds.

As long as he can hold back, with the power of the magic crossbow, he can be shot into a hedgehog in an instant!

"Ah, by the way, can you answer one more question for me?"

At this moment, ordinary citizens pulled the knife out of the man's neck, gracefully dodged the splash of blood, and turned their eyes to Swick again.

"Ten seconds divided by ten, what is it?"

Ten seconds divided by ten?

Are you testing children?

"Of course equal to one." Swick replied subconsciously.

"is it?"

After getting the answer, Mr. Bruce, an ordinary citizen, suddenly stopped, pressed his top hat tightly, and murmured softly, ignoring the thugs rushing behind him.

"Then... one."

In an instant, as the voice fell, in Sveck's constant aiming sight, the man suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

Then, accompanied by screams that sounded almost at the same time, countless blood mist rose in the field, like a gorgeous flower from the other side, slowly blooming in this endless night.

[WEB] 111. Gambling

"Now, can you tell me where the Mouse King is?"

After a second.

The scarlet flowers bloomed, and then disappeared into the mist of night with the breeze.

The "ordinary citizen" who seemed to have never done anything, stood in the blood all over the ground, still kept holding his top hat, polite, elegant, and calm, and asked Swick with a smile.

Like a lost gentleman, just asking where to go next.

But at this moment Mu En's smiling face, in Swick's eyes, seemed to be a demon from hell. His face was pale, and tremblingly raised the crossbow in his hand, aiming at Mu En's eyebrows.

However, the trigger that would easily take someone's life away with a light pull, at this moment, seemed to be welded to death by molten iron, and remained motionless.

"You... who are you?"

"Hey, how many times do I need to introduce you? I'm just an ordinary citizen passing by."

Mu En approached calmly, pushed aside the crossbow, and looked down at Swick's terrified eyes.

"Sir, I am patient, so this is the last inquiry."

His smile gradually faded, and a ruthlessness appeared on his deep face.

"...Sam the Rat King, where are you now?"

"I……"

Swick pursed his pale lips.

Can't say it, Swick, can't say it.

You are the confidant of the Mouse King!

You are his right-hand man and his most loyal subordinate!

The more this time, the more you can reflect your loyalty!

With a click, the bowstring of the Liannu suddenly broke, Mu En flicked her fingers, and a chill flashed in her eyes.

"gentlemen……"

"Casino, he's in the casino!"

Swick roared in horror:

"Sam has a gambling addiction. He can't help but gamble every night, so he must be in the casino now."

"Oh, which casino?"

"The underground casino on Minke Street, I can lead the way, as long as you don't kill me, I can take you there..."

"very good."

Mu En nodded in satisfaction and thanked politely

"Then trouble you."

"It's my honor to help you." Swick squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, imitating Mu En's way, and returned the gift in a funny way.

Sure enough, the more cultured a person looks, the more perverted he is behind his back!

Just like those noble lords in the upper city!

……

After solving this trivial trouble, Mu En turned around and looked at the skinny man who was still in a daze on the other side.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

After noticing Mu En's gaze, the man begged for mercy again in horror. In his opinion, the person who can easily deal with so many Rat Society thugs must be a more vicious villain than the Rat Society.

Like the urban legends that lurk in the shadows of this city.

However, the expected death did not come, he only felt a warm hand gently on his shoulder.

Looking up in astonishment, he didn't feel the violence and ferocity he expected, but bumped into a pair of deep and calm blue eyes like lake water.

"You just said you want to be a good person?"

"……Yes."

The man nodded blankly,

"I'm already being a good person."

"That's fine."

The man felt a heavy pat on his shoulder.

"very good."

In the distance, the searchlights of the sentry on the Tower Bridge occasionally reflected a dazzling beam of light.