Chapter 253 Meeting Charles Again

When Harold and I arrived at the old Patch Shop, we happened to meet an 'acquaintance'.

This person was born with a mean spirit, bullied the weak and feared the strong, and was able to display his slave-like behavior to the fullest.

This person is Charles.

At this moment, he was leading two adventurers, staring at Old Patch with a fierce look on his face, holding the spider leg I sent over in his hand, and scolded: "Hurry, uncle, I will let go, or I will break your leg." !”

Old Patch looked pale, clutching the other end of the spider's leg tightly, and begged: "Please, Mr. Charles, just let us little people go. If you take this away again, I won't even take the last one." There is no way to survive at all.”

"Fuck you!" Charles yelled and slapped Old Patch in the face. The slap was so loud and hard that Patch's face instantly swelled up greatly.

But Old Patch still clung to the spider's legs and wouldn't let go. He didn't want to give in anymore, let alone lose the last bit of trust in himself.

However, Charles's violence remained the same, and soon old Patch's nose was slapped with blood.

Harold's brows were raised, his eyes were sharp, and he wanted to rush forward, but I reached out to stop him.

His eyes widened and he said, "What to do?"

"Now is not the time for you to show up." I sneered: "You bullied me so many times, do you really think I don't dare to cut him?"

As I said that, I turned to Harold and asked, "If this person is killed by me, will it be easy for you to explain?"

Harold frowned and shook his head, saying: "It's not easy to explain. After all, he is a popular person under the second heir. If you kill him, the second heir may directly target you."

"What about if I break his limbs?" I asked tentatively again.

"It's no different than killing him," Harold said.

"It's really troublesome." I scratched my hair: "Then I can break one of his limbs, right?"

"It's better not to cause permanent damage for the time being."

"I really misjudged you that the captain of the city's defense team is such a mother-in-law." I expressed my disdain for Harold's hesitant style.

Harold was a little helpless, but he couldn't argue.

"Well, let's do this. I'll beat him up hard. I'll knock out a few of his teeth at most. That'll be fine." I said angrily, "Look, the old expert's face will be beaten into a pig's head. If he doesn't do it any faster, that'll be fine." Point, it’s going to cost someone a life.”

"Okay," Harold said helplessly.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, what are you doing!" I shouted loudly as I strode into the shop.

"Who the hell is meddling?"

Before Charles could say the last word 'thing', it was choked in his throat, his eyes widened with fear.

A moment ago, he looked fierce, but at this moment, he looked like a frightened chicken, his legs and hands trembling non-stop.

Then, he let go, and Spider Legs and Old Patch were dropped at the same time.

Half of Lao Pachi's face was swollen, and after the disaster, he said happily: "You're here!"

But Charles looked ashen and pointed at me with trembling fingers, trembling so hard that he stammered: "You, you, you"

"What's wrong with me? Huh?" I walked forward slowly, with a harmless smile on my face: "You should tell me, what's wrong with me?"

Charles seemed to have a whole egg stuck in his throat and couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

"It's okay, take your time, I'll give you a minute." I smiled and raised a finger and said, "If you can't come up with a reasonable reason that can impress me in this minute, I don't mind taking it apart first. The half of your teeth is a souvenir."

With that said, I said to old Patch: "Do you have a watch? Let's start timing now."

"Boy, how dare you do this to Mr. Charles, are you fucking okay?"

Boom!

I grabbed something at random and slapped it hard on the face of the rude adventurer: "My mother, it's not your turn to say anything. If you say one more thing, I'll cut off your tongue!"

At this time, I discovered that half of the adventurer's face was completely bruised and bloody, and blood came out in spurts, and he lay directly on the ground.

The adventurer was stunned for a few seconds, then covered his face and rolled on the ground like a butchered pig.

"If you dare to make a fucking sneak attack, I'll do it."

Before the other adventurer finished speaking, I turned my arms and rotated the items in my hands again.

call!

This time, it didn't hit his face, but hit his chin directly.

Maybe it was because I was a little too excited, but this time, I directly broke his jaw.

In my opinion, he is much luckier than the disfigured adventurer just now, because he can no longer feel any pain and has passed out.

An unpleasant fishy smell passed into my nose. I turned around and saw that Charles had peed again.

Charles was so frightened that he peed again.

As an adventurer myself, I feel quite ashamed about this.

Can't you just challenge me like a warrior?

Fight to the death, even if you die by my hand?

Well, if you think about it carefully, if you really have to fight to the death, he will only end up dead at my hand.

However, men should always have the determination to die at all times. Isn’t there a song that goes like this: Fight like a man.

I guessed that Charles was quite angry at this time, but I didn’t expect that the smell of his urine made me choke and almost vomit.

Fortunately, I am a man who has been baptized by the smell of rotten flesh puppets. I am still vomiting and irritating. I can bear it, but it is a bit harsh on my eyes.

"F*ck!" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I shouted loudly, which scared Charles so much that he fell to the ground and kept repeating four words in his mouth: Don't kill me, don't kill me.

My eyebrows rose: "Do I look like the kind of thug who cares about human life?"

Charles nodded subconsciously, and then started shaking it like a rattle.

"Are you on drugs? Are you so happy?" I really wanted to slap him and knock half of his teeth to the ground, but seeing his tears and snot flowing down as he shook his head, I finally couldn't bear it. Then do it.

It’s not that I couldn’t bear to hit him, but I couldn’t bear to have his disgusting snot and saliva on my hands.

"Okay, okay, just shake it a few times," I said impatiently, "That's enough, stop it. Believe it or not, if you shake it again, I'll cut off your nose!"

The loud shout was really useful, and Charles was so frightened that he sat on the ground motionless.

"Well, that's right." I nodded with satisfaction and said, "I have something to ask you, and you have to answer it truthfully. If you dare to lie to me, hum!"

Charles was so frightened by my sneer that he trembled and said hurriedly: "You must tell the truth, you must tell the truth!"

"Well, that's good, but first, I have to ask you to do something." I pointed at the wet area he blocked and said in disgust, "Give you five minutes to clean up this mess on the floor, and then Change my clothes as quickly as possible, it's best not to let me smell this kind of smell again, otherwise, hum!"