Douluo's dark martial arts

"Ha~ It seems that we are being targeted by a few brats?"

In the dim alley, Zefa looked calmly at the entrance of the alley in the far corner. The intuition he had cultivated on the battlefield told him that there were a few "jerky" little guys hiding there.

"It's probably the little guy from the Wuhun Lord's Hall. Don't conflict with them. It's important to hurry up and handle our affairs."

In the shadow of the hood, a face with three scars on his left eye emerged. He looked towards the alley entrance lazily with a slightly majestic look.

"I didn't expect that such a big shot would care about us disabled people this time. We must not miss this opportunity."

From the time when they, a group of disabled veterans, got together to today, to be honest, except for a few very few "masters" of soul masters,

Other disabled soldiers, including soul masters and great soul masters, do not live a good life.

Ordinary soldiers naturally don't need to say anything. Low-level soul masters seem to have subsidies, but when their living standards drop from their original heights, divorce is something almost every soul master has to go through.

But today is different. As expected, these disabled wastes will soon usher in their second spring.

The famous Blackbeard "smuggling" organization in the underground world actually took a fancy to the old, weak, sick and disabled like them. Although they didn't understand it, this was undoubtedly a hope for them.

No one wants to spend the rest of their lives in such a state of confusion because of their physical disability. For them now, as long as there is hope, even a scam is completely acceptable.

They have nothing to lose anyway...

“I don’t want to pay attention to them, but I’m afraid they’ll hit the muzzle themselves.

The one-eyed guy is here today. If he bumps into these people from Wuhun Palace, I'm afraid this bastard will go on a killing spree. "

Zefa let out a long breath, and the thin mist quickly dissipated in the rain curtain.

In his 50s, he can no longer pursue the future he longs for due to his physical disability. For a man with a strong ambition, this is actually more painful and torturous than death.

If he could really return to the battlefield this time, he would rather die on the battlefield than live a mediocre life like this that he was not interested in.

"We'll see what happens then. Let's meet our disabled people first."

Shanks glanced at the corner of the alley for the last time, and then he and Zephyr pushed open the door and walked into the dirty tavern full of stench.

"Damn it, did he look at us just now?

Otherwise, should we go back first? "

Ron, who was hiding under the invisibility cloak, swallowed nervously and looked at the two people disappearing at the door of the tavern. The word fear was almost written on his face.

Hearing this, Harry showed a solemn look on his face and said,

"It's probably just a coincidence,

Those two are attack-type soul masters and should not have reconnaissance capabilities. Let's be careful and look ahead. If we are discovered, we can directly reveal our identities. There will be no problem. "

I have long heard from the teachers at Wuhun Palace that veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time have almost outrageous intuition in terms of perception.

Especially for soul masters with higher soul power, their physical fitness is higher than that of ordinary people, and their five senses are also more sensitive.

After a long period of life-and-death struggle, their perception of danger is more terrifying than that of veterans.

There is even a joke in the soul master world,

Do you want to know how to train an excellent reconnaissance soul master?Just throw him on the battlefield, that would be more reliable than the academy.

The dim kerosene lamp lit up the small and dirty tavern. For the two "guests" who walked into the tavern, no one of the drunkards looked up. They were all immersed in the numbness of alcohol.

After the curse was over, the tavern was more like a cemetery. It was deathly silent. Even the sound of breathing in the depressing atmosphere made people feel uncomfortable.

It is hard to imagine that these numb drunkards were once soldiers who defended Soto City, and some of them were respected soul masters.

Seeing each soldier reduced to such a numb state due to his disability, although Zefa had already been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but frowned fiercely.

The prosthetic soul guide on his right arm clenched his fist tightly, and the metal bearing made a harsh metal friction sound as it slid, which seemed to express the fullness of his heart at the moment.

All this must change, those who have contributed to the empire should not suffer such punishment!

"Hello? Old Zimao, are you here just to show off your prosthetic limbs?"

Hearing the harsh sound of metal friction, a downcast figure sitting in the corner of the tavern made a dissatisfied voice towards Zefa,

As the man in the corner made a sound, a few drunkards who had just sobered up opened their eyes and looked at the neatly dressed Zefa and Shanks with displeasure.

Everyone is jealous. Even if you are a disabled soldier, if you see someone else dressed cleanly and with a luxury-looking prosthetic leg, anyone else would feel unhappy.

"Ha~ It seems that I didn't train you well enough at the beginning, and the dignified front-line response force has been reduced to this situation.

You are a bunch of drunkards who are not even alert when someone comes, you are really depraved and disgusting,"

Zefa said sarcastically to the man in the corner in a dull tone,

However, no one present was angry at Zefa's sarcasm, or maybe they had already become accustomed to this kind of...disgust in their fallen days?

"Here comes another preachy old dog. He is barking at us all the time. You might as well follow the ink mok mok mok mok mok mok above and ask them to pay more compensation."

"I don't even have money to ride a horse or drink. How about you treat me to a drink today and let's talk slowly?"

"Come on, I am a noble soul master, can I like you?"

...

Listening to the weird teasing around him, Zefa didn't say a word from beginning to end, and his eyes were always fixed on the silent man in the corner.

It wasn't until someone got drunk and tried to rush up to drive the two of them away that Shanks, who had been silent, revealed his martial spirit, interrupting the noisy complaints in the tavern.

Clang!

The sharp famous knife Griffin was clamped on the drunkard's neck. The bleak murderous aura and the cold touch of the blade made the drunkard wake up slightly. He swallowed his saliva and froze in place. He looked at the man in the corner for help. ,

"Okay, if you have anything to say, just tell me. Let's talk about it first. If you are here for that batch of smuggled goods, there is absolutely no need to discuss this matter."

Seeing this, the man in the corner had no choice but to stand up. The old leather armor wrapped the man's strong body. If it weren't for the right hand with an iron hook, the left eye replaced by a gray glass ball, and the hideous scars on his face...

Forget it, it would be pretty ugly without these men,

Zefa heard a sad look in his eyes and asked,

"The deductions from above are really so severe that you have to do this kind of thing to survive?"

"Old Zimao, are you joking with me by riding on the horse?"

The one-eyed man chuckled self-deprecatingly, picked up the wine bottle held by an alcoholic, took a big gulp of wine, and said,

"There is never enough money. I am eating empty wages, reselling supplies, and charging for checkpoints...

If those fat pigs above didn't want disabled people like us to lie on the street and affect the appearance of the city, I don't think they would even be able to get this compensation. "