ctnovel Chapter 014: Left Fist High Damage, Right Fist High Damage
Chapter 014: Left Fist High Damage, Right Fist High Damage
"Sir, I have brought you in as agreed. May I leave now?" The scavenger limped, grinning to reveal a mouthful of yellow and rotten teeth, his face full of flattery. Remembering the three good thick rice grains he had stolen and been killed by Deyang, he didn't dare to ask for any reward.
"Okay, I'll take you back to your hometown."
Dejan slit the scavenger's throat with a backhand slash, pulled out a few Gondor coins and two nourishing pastes, then kicked the corpse into the drain before leading Pete to a tavern.
After navigating through a maze of pipe houses and beehive apartments, the two found a tavern with a crooked sign near the recycling plant—Rusty Gear.
Pushing open the heavy, stained metal door, a cacophony of smells—sweat, vomit, nicotine, and cheap alcohol—was unleashed.
The hall was packed with people: a one-eyed deserter, prosthetic gang thugs, mutants smoking lavish cigarettes, greasy mechanical guild apprentices, energetic bards, and impoverished traveling merchants...
The old thinkers emitted a cacophony of industrial noise, barely drowning out the clamor.
Dejan held his breath, walked straight to the bar, and waved to the bar owner.
"Give me something to eat."
"What do you want to eat?"
The world-weary boss glanced sideways at the stranger in front of him, then noticed the towering Pete behind him, and his eyes softened slightly.
"Pure water, black bread."
Deyang couldn't believe the food safety and quality of the food from Xiachao.
Any dish that contains even a trace of meat will not be ordered.
God knows what they used to make synthetic meat.
Hextech Enhancement: Upgraded Zhonya's Hourglass
[Equipment: Legendary Heartsteel 100+]
With 314 health points, he far surpasses that of an average person.
One Punch Heart Steel Mark deals 31.4 damage.
The left punch deals high damage, while the right punch deals high damage.
I am the King of Strength in District 137.
That day, Dejan had just finished a boxing match and was wiping the blood off his hands as he walked back to the tavern. He was in a great mood and started humming a song.
The ancient Chinese opera style could bring tears to the eyes of every Son of Horus, if only the Son of Horus could understand Mandarin.
"30 years, the first return of the son"
Centaur, gold ring
Archangel, heir, vengeful spirit, for whom do they die?
War General, ignite the galaxy!
Angels, when will you return?
Ulano confers the title of Imperial War Marshal
Impossible! How could the Emperor regard me as a tool?
Absolutely no way!
Back at the tavern, Dejan had just sat down to order something to eat when the owner came over mysteriously and gave him a wink.
"Riki-Oh, someone's looking for you. They're waiting for you in the back warehouse."
Upon hearing this, Deyang got up and walked towards the warehouse.
In the stale, stuffy warehouse, three men had been waiting for a long time. The man in the lead had a scar running across his left eye, his leather jacket was dusty, and his waist was bulging.
Dejan recognized the man; he was Parker Young, the leader of the Bloodhands.
I've fought in boxing matches at this guy's betting venue before.
"My appearance fee has increased; it's now 8 gold coins."
"It's not a boxing match, it's a commission." Parker scratched his crotch and tossed over a money pouch.
Deyang frowned as he took the money pouch, weighed it in his hand, and immediately became wary.
It contains at least 100 gold coins.
"With such generosity, what kind of request is it?"
"The old man from Shangchao is paying for the exploration of ancient ruins." Parker crossed his legs. "You know, things aren't very peaceful outside right now, so I'm just buying some insurance."
Protect me for three months, 200 gold coins.
This is the deposit. Bring your Oglin too.
Exploring ancient ruins?
Isn't that the kind of work that itinerant merchants and wandering travelers love to do?
Dejan immediately thought of Elijah Corren.
What exactly is he looking for?
Driven by curiosity, Dejan accepted the job.
With his current strength, as long as the enemy is not someone like the cunning clan chief or the bishop, he can easily protect himself.
If there's danger, just run.
"When are we leaving?"
"Meet at the third lifting platform at 12 noon tomorrow."