When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 45 Are You Begging Me?

The summer night air always gives people a dull feeling.

This kind of dullness will appear more prominent in a cramped space, as if you are in a sauna room at this time, and the surrounding temperature seems to want to melt you.

On both sides are the standard Hell's Kitchen-style narrow passages. Matt is prostrate on the ground, his arms and legs are thumping vigorously, and a bright red carpet is drawn behind him.

From time to time, he would bump into some garbage, touch or rub some smelly water stains.

In normal times, even if he couldn't think about it and really wanted to crawl, the alert hearing 'radar' could help him avoid these obstacles, but after passing through just now, although the wind has stopped.

But his two ears are still 'buzzing' uneasy, as if someone is holding a whistle and blowing noises in his ears, and his own attention is not here at all.

Even, his attention was not on the figure hanging behind his butt not far behind.

After a short contact, no, after being beaten for a short time, although he still didn't understand the origin of the man behind him, at least, he used his own scars to figure out one thing.

The man behind had no intention of killing himself;
Although he started a little harder;

Although his attitude is very contemptuous;
Although his origin is very mysterious;

but;
He really didn't intend to kill himself, and Matt could still understand such a little thing.

And I don't know why, Matt always feels that after being beaten by that man, his body hurts, and his leg probably won't recover in a month.

But on the inner or spiritual level, I don't know why there is a feeling of relaxation, as if the reins that have been restraining me have been untied, and my heart suddenly brightens.

This feeling even made Matt doubt himself!
Fortunately;

He heard voices in his ears, and those voices interrupted his self-doubt, causing his emotions to explode in an instant.

The identity of the man behind is not important;

The injuries on my body are not important anymore!
The only thing he wants to do now is to go back immediately to remind his friends, or rather, to stop the demon who has returned!

The soles of his shoes were on the red carpet paved with blood, and if there were more wobbly red wine glasses in his hands, Nan Ke felt that he could probably cosplay a character like a vampire prince.

Although there might be something wrong with his race, he has a handsome face and a handsome figure after being promoted to two levels.

As long as you are handsome enough for many things, no one will care about many of the details.

They will just follow you mindlessly, shouting 'husband is so handsome' in a place where you can't see, while spreading mindless remarks to discredit themselves and their 'idols'.

After following Xiao Er for about 10 minutes, when the knee of the intact leg in front of him was worn out, even Nan Ke began to wonder if he would just bleed himself to death.

Nan Ke finally saw two people in the small alley ahead. These two people lined up around the gate, one on the left and the other on the right. With their burly figures, they really looked like a door god.

Matt paused, raised his head to 'look', he obviously didn't recognize these two 'door gods', but these two 'door gods' proved that the familiar voice he heard at that time was not Not my own illusion.

next moment.

He turned his head and 'looked' at the man who had been following him.

Nan Ke didn't hide it either. Although he was playing Wei Xing, his "Wei Xing" was upright and righteous, and because of this, when Matt's "eyes" touched him.

Nan Ke didn't dodge much, nor did he try to cover it up. Instead, he puffed up his chest, regardless of whether he could 'see' or not, and took the initiative to show him a smile.

When Nan Ke and Matt looked at each other, the two 'door gods' also noticed this pairing.

They didn't pay much attention to the beggar in front;

On the contrary, it was the shape of the beggar behind him, the two long swords, the red mask, and the purple eyes in the darkness, which almost made them tense their muscles instinctively.

After exchanging glances with each other, the two walked towards Nan Ke, and at the same time stretched out their hands towards their lower back.

"Help."

Matt said suddenly, not to anyone else, but to the ugly culprit who just beat him up.

"Ha ha."

Nan Ke smiled, didn't pay attention to the pair of door gods, raised his hand to point at himself, but looked at the blade of the long sword that was raised at the same time, and silently put it down again.

"Are you begging me?"

"." Matt didn't speak, as if he had struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally compromised: "I beg you."

This compromise proves that his heart is not as calm as it appears on the surface, just like the water that is about to boil hidden under the lid of the pot. If it is not uncovered, the steam will rebel.

Nan Ke didn't ask the stupid question of 'Why did you ask me for help', after all, there was no one else around, he blinked and said:
"Why?"

If the big guy just came down from the midnight snack stall talking and laughing, it would make sense for you to ask me for help;

But you have no eyesight, you don't even have eyes, you just lost my money just now, and now you want me to help you instead?

Do you really think of yourself as the protagonist?

"You should be in the same group as that fat man." Matt said.

Nan Ke didn't reply, it was a tacit agreement.

"During the chaos just now, someone fished in troubled waters and stole some money, about ten million yuan. Give me half a day, and I can help you find him!"

"How to find it?"

Nan Ke himself can slowly rely on that kind of induction to try his luck in New York City, and he will definitely find it if he looks for it, but it will take some time.

If there is such a way to quickly find someone, it seems that I can steal it, and whoever comes will be able to take the initiative.

"I noticed him a long time ago, I remember his voice, believe me, as long as he talks, I can find him!"

Nan Ke didn't move, according to this statement, that is to say, he couldn't learn this method by himself.

Since you can't learn, why do you help yourself?
Or do you want to help me find it?
"I promise you, if you encounter this kind of situation in the future, if you want to find other gangsters, I can help you!" Matt added appropriately.

He also found it strange that after being beaten up by the man in front of him, he was physically uncomfortable, but his spirit and brain seemed to be much brighter. Many things still needed to be entangled and weighed in his heart.

But now, the thoughts in my mind are almost spoken out without thinking, as if I suddenly returned to my childhood, with a feeling of returning to the original, returning to the original.

what insisted;
what justice
what morality;
what standard;
Important is certainly important, but none of them seem as heavy as they used to be!
The two 'door gods' have already drawn out their black pistols. If they haven't noticed the problem by now, they don't deserve to be here.

However, when they raised their hands, Nan Ke also moved.

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But there is no way, the recommended position is like fighting monsters, you have to do it step by step, so now I need your support.

After all, this week's recommendation is effective, and the next round of better recommendations will be available next week!

Thank you for your support!

(End of this chapter)