Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 66 The poor
"You two, how are you hurt?"

Altaïr stepped over the bodies of the three bodyguards who were unconsciously twitching on the ground, and walked towards the two poor people who had just been knocked to the ground.

"Not dead...Thank you for your help, strange but kind gentleman."

The brave man had already supported the wall with both hands and stood up. Obviously, his physical fitness is not bad, but he just suffered from the number of opponents.

"What you should be worried about is this lady... When I found her, those two scumbags were doing some evil things with their numbers. But it seems that they lost interest after seeing the blood and started for those barbaric acts."

The other party struggled towards the female worker who fell on the ground, and carefully checked the other party's state.She seemed to have exhausted her energy during the beating by those savages, but luckily the two drunks involved in the beating didn't know how to effectively use their physical strength to their advantage, so her injuries were not serious.

And when the gentleman walked under the light, Altaïr saw his face clearly through the dim light.

"Mr. Statham?"

Altaïr asked with some uncertainty.

"... Altaïr?" Hearing this, the other party turned his head, and it took him a while to focus with his eyes blackened from the beating, and he recognized that the person who rescued him was his good neighbor.

"Goddess, it's really you."

Altaïr walked over quickly, and Mr. Statham supported the poor lady by one side.

"Is this an acquaintance of yours?"

Altaïr asked Mr. Statham as he pulled the woman's arm over his shoulder.

"...Ah, of course not." Mr. Statham seemed to have a slight tinnitus from the beating just now, and it took a while to react.

"She seems to be a weaving woman, but I haven't seen her before. However, those two blows you just brought down those guys are really neat, even the instructors when we were training in the army, I'm afraid Not as happy as yours."

Mr. Statham praised, "It can be seen that you must belong to the group with a very good professional level in the bodyguard industry. Have you also served in the army before?"

"Ah, I'm just an amateur." Altaïr brushed off the question vaguely. "Since you don't know her, where should we send her? The nearest hospital or the Charity Hospital a little further away?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

Mr. Statham shook his head.

"I'm not blaming you, Mr. Altaïr...It's just that poor people like us don't usually go to even the cheapest charity hospital when we don't feel that there is something wrong with our internal organs or bones."

"As long as you enter there, you will have to lie on the hospital bed for a long time. Not to mention spending money, the most terrifying thing is the habit."

Mr. Statham said with some seriousness.And the injured female worker also nodded slightly in response.

"People like us, even if we are sick and injured, we must never lie down, because once we lie down, we may not be able to get up..."

Lying down, you can’t get up again... Altaïr recited this sentence silently in his heart, feeling that it was like a stone tied by a rope, firmly tied to his heart, making it keep going sink.

"Then, can you still hear me, ma'am?" Altaïr exhaled, "Where is your residence? This gentleman and I will send you back."

"Mistletoe Street, my house is at 12 Mistletoe Street..." the lady replied in a low voice, "Thank you so much."

"It's okay, it's just a matter of little effort to me."

Altaïr nodded slightly, handed the female worker to Mr. Statham for help, and went to the street to call a taxi.

However, seeing the two of them with the lady who was covered in injuries, the taxi refused to stop, no matter how Altaïr beckoned.

Seeing the woman and Mr. Statham shivering in the cold from blood loss, Altaïr was a little annoyed.When the next carriage passed by, he didn't wave at all. Instead, he bent down and exerted his strength. After a few steps, he stuck to the side of the carriage, grabbed the shaft of the carriage, turned over and jumped to the side of the panicked coachman.

Altaïr handed out the short stick covered with cold and sticky blood without any hassle, and punched it straight to the coachman's chin.

"Stop the car. Take us to No. 12 Mistletoe Street, and I'll give you 10 soli for the fare."

Altaïr put his face close to the other's ear, "Or, do you want me to drive your carriage over by myself?"

"Okay, okay!" The driver hurriedly parked the car and let Altaïr and the others get into the car.Altaïr didn't say where the coachman would go if he drove it himself, and the coachman didn't dare to think about it.What's more, he paid nearly 10 times the fare.

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It was nearly six o'clock when Altaïr and Mr. Statham took the poor lady to her home.Altaïr took out the key from the lady's pocket and opened the door, and Statham carried the unconscious lady into the house.

"Is Mary back?" An old female voice came from inside the house.

"Uh... how should I say ma'am." Altaïr smiled wryly. "She did come back, but not in a very good condition. Can we carry her in?"

"Goddess, what happened to Marisol?"

The voice of the person inside was anxious, "Quick, let me see her!"

Hearing this, Altaïr lifted the thick cotton curtain with one hand, and put the female worker named Marisol on the bed in the house.

"Goddess, what's going on? Mary, my child, how did you get beaten like this?"

On that not-so-spacious bed lay an old woman.Maybe she is not that old, but in the East District, the traces of time on everyone's face are very clear.Seeing her daughter being carried in, she quickly struggled to move her body inward with both hands, making room for Marisol.

"It's a long story, ma'am." Altaïr adjusted the wrinkled neckline, "Actually, I don't know much. Let Mr. Statham tell you."

Statham nodded, and began to tell the story to the woman who was only five or sixty years old.

However, the other party was not angry or shocked after hearing this.The old woman was surprisingly calm.

"Is that so... There is no way, after all, this is the life of the poor."

"I'm sorry, two kind gentlemen... I can't thank you well because of my inconvenient legs and feet. There should be some money in the cabinet over there. You can take it, and treat it as a reward for saving my daughter."

"No, ma'am. I'm not doing this for the money." Altaïr refused, wanting to get out of here, smothered by the heavy topic of reality.Although these people didn't mean to blame him, there was still a kind of heartfelt discomfort that tormented his spirit.

"Mr. Statham, I have something to discuss with some business partners at the Brave Bar. These are for you, and they are the fare for your return tomorrow. Sophie is under the care of Venata, so don't worry."

He took a five-pound note from his wallet, the largest note he had ever brought with him on this trip, and slipped it into Mr. Statham's hand.It was far more than the fare was worth, though Altaïr believed Mr. Statham knew what he meant.

"I trust you know what to do. I shall take my leave, then."

After saying that, Altaïr left there as if fleeing, got into a cab and left 12 Mistletoe Street.

(End of this chapter)