As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Yes!"

The other party's eyes were a little scary, and Cole felt a burst of panic for no reason.

But thinking about the delicious cake he just ate, and the trusting eyes of the silver-haired girl, he immediately puffed up his chest and summoned up the courage to answer.

"Very well, I still have something to do, and I will leave the things in the car to you."

The coachman didn't say much, threw down his whip and jumped out of the carriage.

Then he left without looking back, and disappeared at the corner of the street in a blink of an eye.

"This guy must be trying to be lazy."

A boy called to help whispered:

"The employer must have asked him to help us move things, but he ran away by himself."

"Leave him alone, we'll do our thing."

Cole didn't care about the other party leaving. He climbed into the carriage and checked the goods.

There are a lot of wheat, beans and potatoes inside, and the cabin smells of fresh earth;

In addition, there are some warm clothes, and everything adds up to a full cart.

"Great!"

He waved his hand happily, and said behind him:

"Come and help me get these boxes down! With these, everyone won't have to starve and freeze this winter."

— There was no response later.

"Hey, what are you two doing..."

He said dissatisfied, and turned his head to look.

Then I saw two boys kneeling on the ground with pale faces, each with a bright knife on their necks.

"Snapped!"

A slap across the face knocked him out of the carriage.

"Little bunny."

A sinister voice came from above:

"Who told you to touch our things casually, huh?"

"What are your...things!"

Venus popped out of Cole's eyes when he was beaten:

"This is...our stuff!"

He raised his head with difficulty, and saw a man with a scar on his face.

"Dare to speak back?"

The man kicked him in the face, and the little boy fell down with blood coming from his nose!

Then the man squatted down, reached out and grabbed his hair, and "slapped" two more slaps:

"Are you looking for death? Huh?"

Holding Cole's hair, the other party grinned and said:

"To tell you the truth, there used to be old man Lake guarding this orphanage, so we didn't do anything... Now who the hell cares about you little brats without parents!"

After speaking, he stood up and kicked the little boy's left hand hard!

There was a sound of fracture.

Cole screamed and hugged his arm, rolling on the ground in pain!

Chapter 62 Who sent you to assassinate me!

"I know you."

The man with the scar on his face looked at him fiercely:

"You little bastard, you often steal things in my territory... Today I will cripple your hands!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked down again, and Cole's other hand was also broken by him!

Suffering intense pain continuously, the 13-year-old boy finally couldn't hold on anymore, and passed out with his head tilted.

"—Hello! You two."

The man with the scar turned his head and said to the two boys kneeling on the ground:

"Just now he fell down by himself, and then broke his hands, am I right?"

"Yes, it is."

A boy replied tremblingly:

"I... saw it, it was him... who broke his arm."

"Good boy, the city guards will come later, remember to say the same."

The man with the scar patted the boy's head and said with a grin:

"Otherwise, I'll break your necks! Understand?"

"—I remember! I must remember!"

said the boy tremblingly.

"Ah, very good."

The man with the scar pinched his face and said with satisfaction:

"In this way, you can continue to live in spite of yourself...and then help us ask those kind people for money and things every day."

Hearing his words, the two gangsters behind him laughed "hehe", showing tacit expressions.

This is a good way to make money.

There are many other places where people beg for money, but this orphanage is the exception.

But it's different today. They can also follow those people's lead and earn a steady income.

If something goes wrong, it's a big deal to give the city guards a little profit, forgive these little devils and they won't be able to turn the sky.

"Brother Cole?"

Then came a timid voice from the steps.

Two young girls appeared at the door, staring blankly at all this.

—They don't understand what happened here.

Why did Cole fall to the ground with blood all over his face, and who are those three fierce men?

"Tsk, why are there two brats again?"

The man with the scar said angrily.

He turned around and walked towards the two little girls with the knife in hand.

"Boss, forget it."

A gangster seemed a little unbearable, frowned and said:

"It's just two insignificant brats. Our goal today is just that Cole and this carriage, and there's no need to make extra trouble."

"..."

The man with the scar stopped in his tracks.

He also seemed to be hesitating.

However, as a red light flashed in his eyes, the face of the man with the scar suddenly darkened.

"Do you want to teach me how to do things?"

He turned his face and said coldly.

Neither of the two gangsters dared to look at him, they all lowered their heads.

"Hey, little guy."

The man with the scar walked up to a little girl and looked down at her:

"Who sent you here?"

The little girl hugged the little bear tightly in her arms, she was too frightened to make a sound.

The little girl holding the deer hid behind her, not daring to show her face at all.

"So, I hate you brats the most."

The man with the scar slowly squatted down, grabbed the little bear in her arms, and grabbed it with all his might!

The little girl wanted to snatch the little bear back, but was frightened by his fierce eyes, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"Ha, this toy shouldn't be cheap."

The man with the scar squeezed the material of the little bear, loosened his hand, and fell to the ground.

"Snapped!"

Then he raised his foot and stepped the clean and beautiful little bear out of the cotton, leaving a gray shoe print on the surface.

"--don't want!"

The little girl cried and threw herself on the ground, tightly protecting her doll.

"Disobedient dead brat!"

The man with the scar had no mercy and kicked her hard, sending her flying to the door.

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