The Divine Hunter Chapter 2: Reunion

Novigrad Market, at the vegetable stall in the northeast corner, the vegetable baskets were kicked to pieces, okra, turnips, and potatoes rolled everywhere, leaving a mess on the ground.

A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks squatted in front of the stall, gnawing on a juicy white radish with anger.

"Aunt Susie, the gang gave you extra mercy yesterday and gave you a day's grace. If you don't pay the protection fee today..."

Across from the man, a middle-aged woman with a disheveled face was huddled in the corner, looking panic-stricken as she comforted the crying baby in her arms.

"Let me tell you straight, if you don't receive money, brothers will become manic and restless. They don't know how serious they are. They just touch you. If you accidentally touch the little cutie in your arms, knock him out. There are three advantages and two disadvantages, and it’s too late to regret.”

"Boss Vincent, you have taken the money away a long time ago, and I can't get a penny out now!?" The peasant woman raised her head and looked at the man cautiously, pleading with her eyes, "Please, please let us go." Ma...wuwu...the family can't stand the torment of a few people..."

The area near the food stalls was basically cleared, and vendors and market-goers stayed away spontaneously. Occasionally, someone came over to take a curious look, but was immediately chased away by the gangsters.

The security personnel of the market also stayed far away.

"Where does the money from selling vegetables go?"

"The business just opened today, and you guys came here to cause trouble again. No normal person with eyes would come to patronize me, and nothing was sold."

Another gangster rubbed his hands and looked at his accomplice, "If you can't sell it, don't sell it!" As he said that, he suddenly kicked the basket towards the peasant woman, scaring the child into crying even louder. "The Novigrad market is Boss Willy's territory. If you don't pay the fee, you have no right to come in and sell vegetables! Pack your things immediately and get out... Are you more conscious, or should we three brothers help?"

The peasant woman's sobs became louder and full of despair. She kept looking at passers-by for help, but unfortunately she only received a few looks of pity or gloating. No one dared to reach out. A helping hand.

"Stop it, three bosses, okay." An old voice suddenly came from behind the gangsters. At some point, Old Moore walked to the vegetable stall, sighed, and looked at his embarrassed wife and children. Flashing deep pain, the clenched fists behind his waist slumped and unclenched.

He originally wanted to fight the gangster regardless, but when things came to pass, he realized the consequences of impulsiveness.

Behind the three gangsters is the Willy Gang, one of the four major gangs in Novigrad. The leader of the gang is the legendary Alphonse Willy, the ruthless man with countless blood debts.

Old Moore knew that if he dared to resist today, his family would be implicated tomorrow - perhaps cut into pieces, stuffed into a linen bag, and then thrown into the water without anyone noticing.

"Oh, old Moore, where were you this morning? Could it be that you went to the 'Spear Cave' to have fun? Leave your wife and children here at the stall, and you are not afraid that they will run away with other men?" A bald headband The scarred gangster patted Old Moore's face sarcastically, making the latter's cheeks turn red and he lowered his head in discomfort.

"Boss Vincent, I...I went to raise money this morning." Old Moore showed an ugly smile, gritted his teeth, took out his wallet, and painfully handed over a crown.

"Are you sending away the beggars?" The gangster named Vincent grabbed the money bag, turned it over and took out another crown.

"You got two crowns in one morning? Old guy, the protection fee is ten crowns clearly marked on the price, which is less than half!"

"But this is already all our property." Old Moore held his hands in front of his chest. "It has been less than a year since my family moved here. I have no other acquaintances in Novigrad, so I really can't borrow much money. How many times do I borrow money?" If the boss thinks it’s too little, please give it another two days. When we successfully sell out all the food in the food stall, we will have enough money to pay the protection fee..."

Old Moore's attitude was extremely low-key, almost nodding and bowing, "The money you take now will be treated as my filial piety to the three bosses."

Another muscular gangster shook his head and squinted at Old Moore, "Are you blind, old man? See clearly that there are three of us here. Two crowns are not enough to go to the tavern to drink a few glasses of wine and eat. A piece of meat."

"You can either give me more money right away." The strong gangster pinched Old Moore's face hard and pulled it to both sides until it was red and swollen, and then slapped him hard, almost knocking him down. On the ground, "Either take your wife and children and get out of the market immediately."

Old Moore lowered his head and said nothing.

"Hey, Daniel, I've said it several times, try not to beat the elderly, otherwise you will accidentally kill them, and the boss will have to wipe your butt."

Vincent, with his sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, gave a sinister smile,

"Old Moore, your current situation is quite bad. But since you are an honest person, I will give you a free suggestion on how to make money..."

The man glanced at the baby boy with red lips and white teeth in the peasant woman's arms, and said with a faint smile, "As far as I know, in order to expand his 'begging army', the Beggar King is vigorously recruiting his subordinates, whether they are disabled people, homeless people, He doesn't despise even a child... Your child looks very cute, and his training should be able to impress some women who are overly maternal. Why not give the child to the Beggar King in exchange for money."

The muscle gangster added, "If you can't bear it, we can do it for you!"

"Your wife can also rush to work in a gold-selling cave like the Spear Cave." Another bald and scarred gangster glanced at the peasant woman holding the child. "Although she is older, she can take good care of herself. Yes, the skin is quite smooth, maybe some rich people will like this one."

Old Moore's face changed drastically, and Susie, who was holding the child, turned pale for a moment.

Leave the child to the Beggar King? Either they become disabled begging children, or they are trained to be pickpockets.

Selling his wife to the Spear Cave, even if he is a beast, he can't do it!

But the three gangsters in front of me didn’t look like they were being fake.

Old Moore was convinced that these three bad butt-pussy guys would do anything for money.

"The three bosses really can't leave me a way to survive?"

"Don't be disrespectful, old man," Vincent scolded, "Do as we say and everyone will be happy!"

Old Moore was silent for a long time, and just when the gangster was about to lose his patience, he suddenly spoke in a low and scary tone, "Three bosses, in the past six months, you have come to our food stall to collect protection fees twice a month, and Other stalls only collect once."

"We have never complained. Now half a year has passed, don't you think it's enough?"

"My skin is itchy again. How dare you mention to me what happened six months ago?" The sharp-mouthed gangster suddenly became furious and kicked Old Moore to the ground. There were exclamations around him, but he turned a deaf ear.

Old Moore curled up on the ground. He kicked the opponent hard in the abdomen again, causing the opponent to hold his abdomen and twitch like a boiled shrimp. Vincent nervously stroked the opponent's back again,

"Old Moore tells you the truth, it won't be long before the protection fee business in the market will be completely handed over to the butcher boss, so we have to seize the time and improve the efficiency of collection."

"And half a year is far from enough to repay your debt. Think about it, how did those two demon hunters break the rules of the gang in order to protect you, and how much harm did they cause to the brothers?"

As the man spoke fiercely in a recalling tone, a trace of fear and hatred flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but touch his left knee. He would never forget those two demon hunters from the Viper School, the amber beast. Hitomi, with his ghostly skills, beat more than twenty brothers to pieces.

My knee was also scratched by the demon hunter's steel sword at that time, leaving an old injury. Every time it rained, the pain would be excruciating.

And at that time, Boss Willy was busy fighting for territory with "The Butcher" and had no time to take care of the two demon hunters, causing his subordinates to suffer a secret loss and lose face.

This has been the case for almost half a year of continuous troublemaking.

Torturing people to the point of collapse is the boss’s favorite play.

"Now that the witcher is gone, what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with the gang?!" Vincent's voice became higher and higher, and he kept asking, "Unless you have the ability to kill those mutants again." People call out."

"Scream!"

"Bang!"

"Let me tell you, those mutants don't have any feelings, and they may have completely forgotten you! Accept your fate!"

"Please stop fighting!" The woman screamed and wailed, and the baby cried, and the gangster couldn't help but laugh happily,

"By the way, old man, I heard from other traders that you have an eldest son who is a mercenary?"

Old Moore bit his lip and struggled to get up from the ground. Vincent stepped on his back hard and fell down weakly.

Vincent smiled and said, "Very good. If he comes to Novigrad, he will also receive a 'grand welcome' from the brothers... By the way, I will share most of the debt with you. Let me do the math. At least he must pay back …”

The man pretended to pinch his fingers and concluded, "For the rest of his life, haha! Your eldest son will have to work in vain for the great Alphonse for the rest of his life."

"You can't wait that long, bastard!" Suddenly a cold and biting voice came from the back of his neck, and Vincent shivered like an electric shock.

His whole body froze suddenly, like a rat encountering a natural enemy, and his whole body was enveloped by an indescribable strong hostility.

He still maintained a joking expression on his face, but he could not speak or make any movements.

The next second, a sharp pain suddenly came from the top of his head. The gangster felt an irresistible force pulling his hair, and his whole body was dragged into the air. He was thrown back and his eyes were covered with flowers. Far away from the old Moore family, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Who? Let go...it hurts!" Vincent screamed like a pig, and then his eyelids twitched. He caught a glimpse of two other brothers from the gang, who were also dressed in gray cloaks. The majestic figure dragged his hair with one hand, like a dead dog, towards the alley next to the market.

Take a few steps forward, moving as fast as the wind.

He raised his head, and a pair of iconic vertical pupils came into view.

"Mutants?"

"Witcher! Ah!"

With unwilling and frightened screams~IndoMTL.com~, the three gangsters were dragged into the dark alley outside the market in the blink of an eye without any resistance.

……

Old Moore felt his body lighten, and recovered from the severe pain. He opened his eyes, and a seemingly familiar face appeared in front of him. His eyes turned into dark gold vertical pupils like a beast, which was even better than in his memory. Much more mature and handsome.

"Cough, cough...are you...Roy?" Old Moore couldn't believe it.

"Dad, Susie, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long." The young demon hunter took off his hood, hugged the emaciated body that was trembling slightly, helped him to the other side, and hugged him tightly A woman with red eyes and shaking with excitement.

"I'm here, you never have to worry again."

"From now on, no one can bully you!" The demon hunter looked fiercely, "Not even the emperor!"