You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 109: Well-founded Law Enforcement

"what?"

Hulda was caught off guard and staggered.

After finally standing firm, he raised his head and looked at the strong man in black who was holding his collar.

The moonlight illuminated half of the other person's face.

This is a young man with a tough face, but he is definitely not handsome.

The only thing that can leave some impression on others is probably his burly physique.

Hulda stared at the disgusting smile on the strong man's face and knew that he was looking for trouble.

During the few days he spent in "Talek", he felt that this city was unique.

But no matter how different they are, all cities will have some stubborn diseases that are difficult to eliminate.

For example, those gangsters who were honest civilians when the guards were there, but returned to their arrogant nature once the guards left.

During the past few days of Operation Tarek, he had not encountered a single gangster. He thought they had been swept away by the city's guards.

It seems now that I just had better luck at the time.

Hulda glanced out of the corner of his eye.

The alley is now empty.

The shadows cast by the eaves on both sides almost obscure the entire street.

Only a half-man-wide path in the middle of the road was left lit by the moonlight.

The reason why he chose to go here was because he knew that no pedestrians would enter such an alley at night.

I just didn't expect that the gangsters might think so too.

After all, a place like this is the best place to hide dirt and evil.

"Where are your accomplices?"

Hulda's voice became muffled by the tight hold on her collar.

"Accomplices?" A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the strong man in black, and then he said with amusement, "I don't have any accomplices."

"Do you have any other accomplices?"

Hulda did not answer when he heard this, and a contemptuous smile suddenly flashed across his face.

It's easier if you don't have any accomplices.

You think you just met a soft persimmon in a deserted alley, so you can handle it as you like.

Little did I know that the environment in the dark alley was more beneficial to me.

Let me, a strong bronze-level man, kill you without anyone witnessing you!

Hulda's right hand flashed with green light, and he clasped it to the left, pinching the wrist of the strong man in black.

The strong man in black felt pain and let go of his hand, looking at Hulda solemnly.

Hulda didn't want to worry about anything else.

In the current situation, if this gangster is allowed to leave, his existence may be exposed.

The cruelty appeared on his face, and the brown-haired "traveler"'s tone was full of coldness:

"Since you want to die so much."

"Then I will fulfill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hulda pounced on the strong man in black like a cheetah, his power concentrated in his right hand, and the target was clearly the opponent's head!
Eric did not expect the sudden attack and rolled to his side in a hurry.

boom--

Hulda's fist hit the compacted soil almost right next to Eric's body, bringing up a burst of mud.

Unlike those alleys that are directly connected to Tarek Avenue, most of the streets in these alleys, which are formed only because the gaps between the houses are too wide, have not been paved with stone slabs.

Seeing that the punch had no effect, Hulda quickly stood up and attacked Eric again.

This time, Eric knew he might not be able to escape.

The alley is inherently narrow, with almost no room to move.

Being able to avoid it just now was a blessing from the great god of etiquette.

boom--

Fists collided with fists, making a loud sound.

Eric groaned and took a few steps back.

The severe pain coming from his left arm almost made him unsteady for a moment.

Noticing Eric's painful look, Hulda felt a sense of joy in her heart:
"What's wrong? Why don't you keep me?"

He walked slowly towards Eric, his tone cold:

"Remember, it was your stupidity that cost you your life!"

"Wait!" Eric suddenly said.

Hulda didn't stop at all, the green light wrapped around his right fist,

Since he has decided to kill the blind thing in front of him, he will naturally not be affected by the other party's words.

However, the next words spoken by the strong man in black who looked like he could only be killed by his neck made Hulda frown.

"Sir, please pay attention."

“According to the latest Tarek City Security Charter issued by the Tarek City Government, the staff of the Tarek Security Department have the right to review those suspected of violating the Charter.”

"Because I didn't have time to identify myself just now, I can regard your attack as self-defense."

"But if you continue to attack me, then I will have to determine that you have maliciously violated the relevant requirements of the Charter and take corresponding measures against you."

"Are you from the City Lord's Mansion?" Hulda felt a strong sense of contrast when he heard the burly man in black suddenly say such a long mandarin sentence like Wen Jue.

I started to believe that what the other person said was true.

The strong man in black nodded. He first tried to reach into his coat pocket with his left hand out of habit, but soon gave up because of the pain.

He then raised his right hand a little awkwardly and took out a piece of paper that looked a little thick from his shirt pocket?
Hulda had never seen this thick, rough-looking tan rectangle of paper, but now was clearly not the time to study paper.

On the left side of this piece of paper, the face of a strong man in black is clearly drawn.

On the right side of the screen, there are a few lines of words:

"Talek Resident Identity Card"

"Name: Eric Bruton"

"Occupation: Tarek Security Department employee"

"Address: 41 Horyi Street"

"The identity card is valid until March 883, 3, the original calendar year"

On top of this information, there is also a red rectangular seal, and the words "Talek City Lord's Mansion" can be vaguely seen on the seal.

Although the information provided by the Chamber of Commerce never mentioned a "resident identity card", and Hulda had never seen such a card during the few days he stayed in "Talek".

But the first time he saw the card, he understood that Eric's identity was real, and this identity card must have been tinkered with by the City Lord's Mansion.

Obviously, this "identity card" is one of the means of urban management. It has the same nature as the stack of "identity documents" required to purchase real estate in "Belstad", but is more concise and clear.

And this is definitely not something that gangsters would come up with.

Countless thoughts flashed through Hulda's mind.

Eric, the so-called "Security Department employee", targeted him, indicating that he had exposed his feet somewhere.

However, now is the first day that he has officially started to perform the mission. Although he has achieved some results, he cannot be considered as completing the mission.

Being "reviewed" like this, if his identity is exposed, let alone continue the mission, he may not even be able to save his life.

Hulda is not naive enough to think that "auditing" is just a matter of asking a few questions.

unwise!

According to normal logic, this kind of interrogation work should be carried out by guards.

Unexpectedly, "Talek" also arranged for some kind of "Security Department" to follow them.

Hulda looked at Eric who seemed a little nervous and made the final decision.kill!

Now that he has been targeted by the informants of the city lord's palace, his strength has been exposed.

That makes it even more impossible to keep this person alive.

Either don't do it, do it!
Hulda's eyes were sharp for a moment, and then he raised his hand:

"Sorry sir, it was all a misunderstanding before."

"I'm willing to accept your review."

Eric also looked relieved and prepared to put back the ID card.

However, Eric's right hand was still adjusting his ID in his shirt pocket.

Hulda suddenly burst into revolt!
He came to Eric in one step, and his right hand, glowing with blue light, swept up the fist wind and hit Eric's temple directly!
The look in his eyes was madness and malice.

No matter you are a gangster or a member of the city lord's mansion.

Anyone who gets in my way will die!

"ended!"

Hulda glanced at Eric, wanting to appreciate the expression of this "man from the City Lord's Mansion" before he died.

Is it shock?
Is it fear?
Or despair?

Nothing? ! !
The corner of the mouth of the strong man in black who was about to die curled up.

It was as if he was not a dying man, but a hunter who saw his prey fall into a well-prepared trap.

There was something murmuring on his lips, but Hulda didn't hear it clearly.

But at this moment, Hulda had no time to think about Eric's smile.

His eyes were fixed on his fist, and he just wanted to punch Eric on the head with all his strength.

It's near, it's near!
The moment the green light from his fist was about to reach Eric's temple.

Sudden.

Everything goes dark!

His fist disappeared.

Eric disappeared.

Even the moonlight disappeared.

Such a huge change made Hulda's brain unable to react for a while.

what happened?

No one could answer him.

However, after a few breaths, an unbearable severe pain came from his eyes!
It was like someone was crushing every nerve in his face.

pain! pain! pain!
Hulda's entire mind was occupied by extreme pain.

He felt like his blood vessels were about to explode!

"what--"

Screams came out of his throat uncontrollably, but they couldn't vent the pain that was torturing him crazy.

"what--"

His screams grew hoarse and then faded away.

Fishy blood flowed from his face into his mouth.

I don't know how long.

Hulda's breath hitched.

Into endless darkness.

Eric wiped his hands with the handkerchief he carried with him and looked at the blood blooming on the ground and the unconscious suspect, feeling a little speechless.

Wouldn't it just poke your eyes out?

As for all the fuss?
Eric recalled the results of Yig's bloodbath of the Silver Tiger Gang, and when he compared it with himself, he felt like he was insignificant.

He also became more and more convinced that the suspect's strange screams before his death were nothing more than making a mountain out of a molehill.

However, he didn't feel any difference due to the difference in effects.

After all, who is Master Yig, and who is he?
Without the support of Lord Igo, he, Eric, would be nothing more than a leather worker until death.

How could it be possible to be specially approved to become a believer of the great God of Ceremony, and even be granted such a great magical skill as [Elegant Skull Crushing]?

How could I defeat the fine copper-level suspect in front of me when I had no magical skills and had not even touched the threshold of the refined bronze level?
The only pity is that it has only been a few days since I obtained the magic, so I am very unfamiliar with it.

It is even more impossible to appreciate the "wild perspective" that Master Ige said.

Some kind of "image" can only be vaguely seen.

Although he did not originally intend to directly kill the "big fish" he caught, his plan was actually to crook the upper half of the suspect's face.

Just leave a mouth to speak.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, his eyes exploded.

Perhaps because [Elegant Skull Crusher] was born for "crushing skulls", it is more difficult to adjust the intensity!

Eric thought so, lowered his body, and dragged the suspect who was a little inconvenient to move independently.

There are words in the mouth:

"Although you lost your eyes, you gained half of your face that was not crooked."

"You have to thank the great God of Ceremony for his blessing!"

The City Lord's Mansion is the busiest at the end of the month.

Although Ige consciously arranged many tasks to be carried out in advance in the middle of the month, this only changed the work that might have been done all night into the work until late at night.

Even though it is still early in the morning, Ige is already busy in the docket reviewing piles of reports handed in by various departments.

"咚咚-"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Ige raised his head slightly: "Please come in!"

The door to the office was opened, and it was Lambert who entered.

He saluted and led Eric in behind him.

Then, the messenger, who was trusted by Iger, ordered the bodyguard to leave the room and close the door.

Eric was wearing a black shirt, bowed slightly, and looked respectful:
"Lord Ige, this operation has arrested a total of eleven criminals who are suspected of maliciously fanning the flames and causing chaos in the city. They are all currently being held in the 'special prisoners' area of ​​the north prison."

"After preliminary interrogation, nine were civilian accomplices who followed suit, and two were principal offenders who maliciously caused trouble."

"Oh?" Ige put down the pen in his hand and became more interested. "So, there are really people who take the initiative to stir up trouble?"

"Yes, Master Ige." Eric's voice was quiet, but his tone was firm.

Obviously very confident in his own judgment.

"Then tell me, what are the backgrounds of these two people?"

"Yes, Lord Iger!" Eric straightened his body sternly, but bowed slightly again, "A man named Moore is an ordinary worker at the 'Xiafeng Leather Factory'."

"According to his own account, he wanted to attract attention in the factory and attract the attention of a female worker, so he maliciously connected the 'execution of York' with the 'suppression of civilians' and concocted rumors that were not conducive to the stability of the city. "

Eagle nodded: "Where is the other one?"

"There was another person who was a foreigner. He called himself 'Huluba' at first and he was a businessman."

"Later, we helped him recall, and he said that his name was 'Hulda' and that he had been ordered by an organization to come to Tarek to cause chaos."

Iger raised his eyebrows: "Did he say what the organization was called?"

"Yes, Lord Ige, he told me the name of that organization."

"It's called the 'Praying Sun Chamber of Commerce'."

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