Silent Crown Chapter 4: Martin has a good father

　　 Heads collided, and everyone was stunned by the crisp sound of the bone collision at that moment, like an iron rod knocked off!

　　 The forehead cracked, and the spreading pain caused Ye Qingxuan's body to twitch. In the midst of being held captive by the two, he suddenly lifted his feet and pushed on Martin's face with all his strength.

　　"**……"

　　 Martin didn't have time to finish, and the mouth that had just opened was sealed again by this violent kick. He staggered back in the heavy hit, and fell into the stinking ditch on his back.

　　 Paul and Lei were stunned. They turned their heads in astonishment and saw the boy's angry eyes. The blood stayed on the forehead and fell into the eyes, as if to dye the black pupils red.

　　 Immediately afterwards, they felt the teenager stamp his feet hard, like a hammer hitting his toes. In the severe pain, they loosened their grip, and Ye Qingxuan broke free.

　　"Come and see who is the cheap one!"

　　Three people are fighting in the same place. Ye Qingxuan picked up the vegetable frame on the ground and slammed them in the face, ignoring the fist that hit him.

　　 Just as Paul and Ray fought back, he heard screams from behind.

　　 Subconsciously, he turned around and saw Martin's look hideous, he had risen from the ground, his face was bloodstained, and his eyes were frantic with anger. In his hand, the dagger slammed into the heart of the young man!

　　 "Go to hell!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan only came to remember to put his arm on his chest. The dagger cut a cold crack from the back of his hand, and finally stabbed it deeply into the vegetable box.

　　 Snap it!

　　 The vegetable frame was shattered, and vegetables and raw meat fell all over the floor.

　　 Paul and Ray were stunned. They didn't expect Martin to really dare to kill.

　　 Martin was also stuck in place.

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　　 As if waking up from the rage, Martin finally understood what he did just now. In the silence, he looked down at the dagger in his hand in astonishment, and saw the blood marks on the back of Ye Qingxuan's hand again, his face pale.

　　 "I, I..."

　　 he whispered, backed away, incoherent: "I don't...I just..."

　　 He could barely grasp the dagger with his hands, and the dagger fell to the ground with a cry, defeating his last courage.

　　"This time around you, bastard, I won't let you go!"

　　 He staggered back and escaped. Paul and Ray hesitated, got up from the ground, and followed Martin away. They were so frightened that they were almost knocked over by the people at the entrance of the alley.

　　 Outside the alley, Vito, who was in the old Ferrari, stared blankly at the blood on the ground, and the two packets of sausages in his hands fell on the ground.

　　 Ye Qingxuan climbed up from the ground in silence, looked at the wound on his hand, and asked softly after a long time: "Do you have a bandage? I'm afraid the priest can't explain it..."

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　　"Okay, this should be fine."

In a small alley, Vito helped Ye Qingxuan cover the wound on the back of his hand: "You don't know how to fight, why don't you run away. Do you have a brain disease if you hit three of them alone?"

　　 "I intended to escape."

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I don't know why, it suddenly became very hot."

　　"Since childhood, when did you fight a fight that did not require me to help? At least pay attention to it. If it weren't for you to flash fast, you would have died here just now."

　　 Vito made a gesture: "It's just like pulling out the bathtub plug. The blood was released before it was sent to the church."

　　 "Sorry..."

　　 "Would you not say anything but sorry?"

　　 Vito threw two packages of things into Ye Qingxuan's arms: "The good things that arrived today, take them back and make up."

　　 "Did you steal the bag again?"

　　"This is called work."

　　 Since Vito left the church, he has been eating by the dock. The people there, whose hands and feet are somewhat dirty, often steal things from passengers or cargo ships. After being discovered, there is naturally nothing to say, a severe beating is indispensable.

　　 "Don't worry, a box of sausages, I secretly took two of them, no one found them."

　　 Vito took out a knife, cut a section to feed it to Lao Fei, and threw more than half of the sausage into Ye Qingxuan's arms: "A rare good Welsh goods. One box can sell two silver coins. You can bring it home. Give the priest a taste. Then he will also believe that Vito will rise above others in the future."

　　"Aren't you going back with me?" Ye Qingxuan asked: "The priest always wants you to come back."

　　 "I..."

　　 Vito was silent, and soon, he shook his head: "I'm not going, I am so bad, the priest will be angry when I see it? Besides, there is a "good baby" like you, time After a long time, he will no longer remember me as a troublemaker."

　　 "What are you talking about?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was a little annoyed, but Vito got up and waved his hand grinningly: "You know I can't speak, don't be angry. I have something to do at night. It doesn't matter if you go to church alone?"

　　 He lifted Ye Qingxuan from the ground, patted Lao Fei on the back, and motioned for it to follow his master home.

　　In the silence, he watched his friend drift away, and the smile on his face stepped down little by little.

　　 He lowered his head and stared at the dagger on the ground, his green pupils were dyed red with the color of blood.

　　 is like a beast.

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　　 The night is gradually rising, and in the quiet street, Martin wanders in the alley, his face depressed, afraid to go home.

　　"Brother, what should I do?"

　　 his lips were whistling, looking at Paul, his eyes were full of fear: "Father has said that we are not allowed to trouble him, if he knows..."

　　 "Don't be afraid, father won't let you have an accident."

　　 Paul's eyes were gloomy, and he spat: "It's just a beggar's words, no one will believe it."

　　"No one saw it. Even if he said you did it, we can say that he is slander." Lei said, "Don't worry, I will go to him tomorrow, and he will shut up."

　　Paul pinched his knuckles, and when he recalled being beaten on the ground by that kid, his eyes became savage:

　　"He had better be aware of him and don't say anything. Otherwise, even if something happens, no one will stand by him."

　　"But..."

　　 "Didn't my father say that? The mayor will resign in two days, as long as he is elected mayor. Who will offend us with a foreign bastard?"

　　 Paul said in a cold voice: "You will go to the Holy City in two days. When you come back as a musician, it's not a matter of trying to fiddle with that bastard? Even the priest can't keep him."

　　 Hearing the holy city, the fear in Martin's eyes dissipated, as if he had received a real honor guard, and his panic eyes became calm. He raised his hand and stroked the bruise on the ground, his eyes gradually sullen.

　　 "I will pay him back." He whispered hoarsely: "He dare to treat me like this..."

　　Ray and Paul exchanged glances, grinned, and patted Martin on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we will take care of him when you are away."

　　 "Let's go."

　　 Paul took Martin’s shoulders: "You are going to the Holy City the day after tomorrow. My mother asked the servant to prepare your favorite dishes. She still has a lot to say to you. Don’t let someone who doesn’t know the current affairs. This has delayed your good time."

　　 Martin nodded and laughed,

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　　 "It's nice to have a home."

　　 Behind, in a dark alley, someone said quietly: "Even if you do something collapsed outside, you can be afraid of nothing when you come home.

　　 because you still have a good dad. "

　　 "Who is where?!"

　　Paul suddenly turned around: "Get out!"

　　 "Sorry, did I delay your good time?"

In the alleyway, a thin figure walked slowly, with a hoarse voice: "Think about it, in the warm candlelight, the family happily enjoy the meal on the table, and the long skirt under the maid’s skirt. Legs... In such a scene, even I feel that no matter what the mistake is, I can be forgiven.

　　 After all, what can compare to precious family affection? "

　　 "You are looking for death!"

　　 Paul and Ray's faces turned sullen up, and they rolled up their sleeves and walked toward the alley, but the figure did not move back and was not intimidated by their faces.

　　 He accelerated instead.

　　 For an instant, it was like a reed that was stretched to the extreme. He rushed into Paul’s arms from the darkness, and then with his iron-finger tiger’s fist hit Paul’s abdomen by the impact of his body. .

　　 At that moment, his body had a subtle downward trend. This is a rare technique in street fights. At that moment, it was like the weight of the whole body was pressed on this punch. Even a thin person can break two boards with such a technique, not to mention that the person who comes is not as thin as he looks!

　　In an instant, Paul rolled his eyes and bent over involuntarily.

　　 "Hey!" The figure sneered, raised his hand, and ruthlessly smashed the iron finger tiger on the back of his head, like a hammer hitting the clock, and Paul fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the man stepped on Paul to provoke him, rushed to the wrong landmine, and knocked him to the ground with one foot. Then he patched up his feet again, making him completely fall to the ground.

　　In just a few seconds, two people fell to the ground.

　　 The figure gasped, kicked again, spit on the ground, wiped the corners of his mouth, and finally raised his head.

　　In the dim moonlight~IndoMTL.com~His pale and cold face was illuminated, and his emerald green eyes were like beasts.

　　 "Vie, Vito!"

　　 Martin was stunned. He stepped back subconsciously, finally recognizing who this **** guy was.

　　 "I didn't expect you to know me? I thought that after going to the dock, everyone forgot my name..."

　　 Vito chuckled softly, but there was no joy in the ridiculous sound.

　　 "Don't come here!"

　　 Martin stepped back and fumbled around.

　　 "Are you looking for this?"

　　 Vito drew a dagger from his arms, with dried blood still on it. He looked at Martin's stunned face, smiled softly, and threw the dagger to him: "Here you are."

　　 The dagger rolled in the air, drawn an arc, and landed at Martin's feet.

　　 Martin subconsciously reached out to take it, but then, a black shadow rushed up. Immediately afterwards, a cross-cutting hand knife slashed his throat, almost breaking his Adam's apple.

　　 The intense suffocation made him kneel to the ground, and then someone pulled his hair and pulled him back into the dark alley.

　　 "What on earth do you want to do?!"

　　 Martin struggled on the ground, making a difficult voice: "Because of that bastard? I can give you money...I will give you as much as you want..."

　　 "No need."

　　 A voice responded coldly: "I like to take it myself."