Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 65 Street Fight
The two bodyguards burst into laughter, but the lead bodyguard waved them to silence.

"Now then, listen to me."

He said calmly,

"Your request will not be granted, for do you see these two gentlemen? They have graciously employed the services of me and these two colleagues of mine, and guaranteed that no harm will come to them, especially as they tour the country some of the less healthy aspects of our great capital."

"If you know what I mean, if you want to hurt them, you have to pass us first. I think you know that, don't you? It's impossible."

Altaïr didn't answer.The two rich pleasure-seekers laughed even more, and they exchanged bottles as if it were some cruel ritual.These two drunks can be easily dealt with even if Altaïr tied his hands, but...

He has to spend a little time with the bodyguards.

The third bodyguard's coat was unbuttoned, and his hands were still tightly behind his back.He carried either a pistol or a short sword.This is a little threatening to Altaïr of Sequence 8, but it is only a little bit.

The same goes for the second bodyguard.He was wearing an ankle-length coat that was buttoned up tightly, and while his left hand was stretched and moved in the pocket, his right hand was motionless, which meant that he was clutching a Knife or short stick.

The first one is much more cautious.Compared to the two rookies who had unknowingly leaked the location of their weapons to Altaïr, he kept his hands folded on his chest, and Altaïr didn't know if he was wearing an underarm holster .

However, he also made mistakes.

Seeing that Altaïr didn't respond, he finally couldn't help but said: "I'll give you another chance, kid..."

And Altaïr was good at taking chances.

The number two bodyguard was still trying to get his hand out of his coat, and Altaïr had bumped his forehead into his nose.A nasty move, but Altaïr didn't care.This can cause severe pain, momentary traumatic blood loss, and brief blinding, which is very effective.

Moreover, the reason why Altaïr chose him as a breakthrough was that he needed a weapon to quickly end this farce.Although it can be done with bare hands, it will be a bit troublesome.

Altaïr turned quickly, elbowing back, leaving the second bodyguard breathless, and then Altaïr reached into the opponent's coat pocket with his other hand and pulled out a short club— Altaïr would have liked a rapier.

However, it's not bad, at least this thing is not light.

Altaïr drew out his short stick and slammed it backwards, hitting the opponent's temple, almost knocking his cap away.

At this time, the third person had also stretched his hand behind his back, but Altaïr didn't see what was hidden in his hand in the end.His hands were still behind his back, and he had already staggered to the side under the heavy blow of the short stick, with his mouth wide open, reminiscent of a catfish landed on land.The ball bearing clamped on the short stick made a deep and long gash in his head, and blood spurted out.If it is not handled properly, this gentleman may have to lie in bed drooling for the rest of his life, and live on spoon-feeding mashed liquid food.

That is to say, when the No. [-] bodyguard just wanted to pull out the knife, the whole process was over.The fallen No. [-] bodyguard and the staggering No. [-] were between him and Altaïr, but Altaïr didn't intend to end it like this. He swung his short stick and hit No. [-]'s jaw, and then slammed He kicked No. [-]'s leg hard.I'm afraid it will be difficult for this man to stand up again, and the broken jaw means that few people will understand what he is saying in the future.

As soon as Altaïr landed with one foot, the other kicked up, making his movements seem like dancing.He kicked the burning oil lamp in One's face, causing him to cry out in frustration as he tried to sneak up, and could only knock the lantern flying.Then Altaïr stabilized his figure and switched the short stick to the other hand.

The bodyguard cheered up, raised his dagger, moved between Altaïr and the two men he was protecting, and then shouted to the two rich men:
"Gentlemen, run."

The two rich men didn't need any more instructions. They ran away, tripped each other, bumped into the stones in the alley, and disappeared into the night with random noise The bottle of wine he drank was dripping and spinning on the ground.

"You don't have to risk your life for this kind of guy."

Altaïr twirled the short staff in his hand.He only needs to bring down this guy in front of him within a minute, and he can catch up to the two guys before they run off to the patrol haunted street.

"But I need it, my boy." The other party smiled softly. "Dying for a guy like them is what people like me do. It's like this all over the world."

Although he had never served in the military, Altaïr understood what was going on.Rich people will spend money to buy commissions to help them quickly advance in Loen's army, ensuring that they stay away from bloody battles in most cases and enjoy the most comfortable life.

"Based on your knowledge, there is no need to do so."

Altaïr said.

"But I do, boy. The day you understand the ways of the world, as shrewd as you are when you fight—I must say you fight really well, on the storm, then you'll understand."

Well, I'm wasting my time.Altaïr was suddenly a little annoyed.He knew that if he knocked down this guy quickly, he would still have a chance to catch up with the two culprits, so as not to delay his meeting with Ian.

But he suddenly felt a little disappointed.Even if you knock down this poor guy who takes money to do things, it won't help the current damn environment.

"It doesn't matter, sir. Anyway, my target is not you, but those two guys."

"I still can't let you touch them, kid," said the bodyguard regretfully.He raised his short sword, pointing it at Altaïr.In his eyes, Altaïr saw the expression that only those who know that they have lost will show.

"It seems you have no choice, sir."

Altaïr replied.Before the words fell, he had already rushed out, like a black phantom.

For bodyguards, Altaïr's speed as a Extraordinary is too fast, his mobility is too strong, and his fighting wisdom is beyond his reach.Although he received the formal training of Loen, endured hardships like an old boot, and became tough in countless overseas operations, he was still no match for Altaïr, with a short stick stained with the blood of a victim It hit the back of his head, and he fell to the ground with his eyes turned over.

An hour later, he would wake up with a splitting headache and the rest of his body was fine.Maybe then he'll ponder a question: Why were two of his fellow veterans, veterans, beaten down by an unarmed young man?
"I hope Red Moon will give you the answer." Altaïr picked up the peaked cap he dropped on the ground, and slightly saluted the three unconscious people.

(End of this chapter)