Goblin Dependency-Chapter 297 - 157 Passion and Newsboy_3

This already went beyond his impression of what he knew about ordinary adventurers.

"Mad, could it be that I’m running into a professional..."

"It’s just collecting a protection fee, what damn luck!"

The burly man’s face showed an incredibly depressed expression, planning to find a church tonight to pray, wondering if he had picked something up when passing a graveyard a few days ago.

"Boss, should we still collect from that tailor shop..."

"Collect my ass!"

Another slap came down as the burly man angrily scolded.

"Stay away from there from now on, understand!?"

"If trouble comes back to drag me into it... none of you will get away!"

Not to mention the suspected professional who clearly had a connection with the shop owner, just that lame old fellow himself, judging by his performance earlier, didn’t seem like an ordinary person simply running a shop.

If it’s true as the other party claimed, and he’s friends with Stubborn Donkey of the Iron Bucket Toad, then later just by pulling someone over to speak with their Gray Badger Gang’s leader.

We won’t be able to go there to collect protection fees anymore in the future.

If there’s trouble, we might even have to help keep an eye on it.

"Look at this mess, damn it!"

Unable to resist cursing again, the bald burly man felt an unresolved anger within him.

"Tonight, call a couple of those who are fun to hang with, go to..."

Turning his head, he wanted to say something to the sidekick next to him.

A figure suddenly appeared at the corner ahead.

With a lowered head, not watching the road like a walking dead, the person directly collided with the bald burly man’s chest.

Staggering back several steps, he was able to stabilize himself again with the help of his sidekicks.

"Damn, are you blind, can’t see people?"

The bald man gritted his teeth, rubbing his chest, cursing under his breath as he looked forward.

In his line of sight was a young man with a tender face.

Standing there dumbfounded, motionless, holding a package tightly with his head lowered, he was absentmindedly staring at the ground.

His lips moved slightly, as if muttering something.

His pupils shifted slightly as his gaze quickly scanned over the young adventurer before him.

Cheap armor with no signs of use, a brand-new one-handed sword at his waist, a package held tightly in his arms...

A thick greed flashed in the bald burly man’s eyes.

He raised his hand silently as a signal, and the sidekicks beside him had already surrounded him.

Grinning, he licked his dry lips.

Pulling out a glistening dagger from behind his waist.

"Kid, you..."

Who knows if he really picked up something in the graveyard, the situation once again changed unexpectedly.

The threatening words from the bald burly man had only just started with two words.

The young man with a vacant expression came forward voluntarily.

What made him feel panicked and fearful was, at that moment, he suddenly lost control of his body.

He could only watch as the other party approached, getting close to his body.

"Sss."

His right arm trembled, feeling the sluggish sensation of a blade piercing flesh on the handle of the dagger.

Bang—

The young adventurer with a tender face fell backward to the ground as a pool of scarlet blood quickly spread beneath him.

The surface of the dagger in his hand was already splattered with fresh blood.

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In the moment he regained control of his body, the burly man felt a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, his entire body bristling with horror.

Without caring about the puzzled expressions of the sidekicks on both sides, he turned around and sprinted madly in the opposite direction.

The bulging veins on his neck and his reddened, wet eyes showed how terrified and panicked the bald burly man was at this moment.

The sidekicks, unaware of the details, could only follow quickly in confusion after seeing their boss react suddenly like this.

In just a few hurried seconds.

On the rundown street, only a gradually cold stiff corpse remained.

Still holding onto his package in his arms, a corner of the gray-black wooden carving faintly stuck out.

Two coiling horns reached upwards into the end, seeming to spread and grow among the naturally intricate patterns, melting into the dim twilight depths.

Who knows how long it passed.

Until the only faint light in the air completely dimmed, and the starry sky began to appear above.

A small, thin figure walked wearily down the nearby street.

In the dim light, his specific appearance was unclear.

One could only vaguely see, under his slender arm, he seemed to be carrying a thick stack of newspapers.