Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1015: 997 is a talent

Chapter 1015 997. He is a talent

?Huge body does not mean inflexibility.

?Those who have seen Lan En’s current performance with their own eyes should have no doubt about this.

?The huge black cloak can vaguely reveal the body of the person inside when it rolls in the air.

?Strong, tall, and even beautiful.

?And with such a strong and tall body, he is not as clumsy as an ordinary stupid person at all.

??When Lan En flew through the air, the cloak on his body was rolled up by the air waves, and the sound of the fabric flicking and stretching was almost like an explosion of thunder!

?“Hoola!”

?Skechers himself didn’t even have the chance to take two steps back.

?His pointed boots had just clicked back twice in the mud, and the huge black shadow had almost arrived in front of him.

??The man in the sealskin hat had a crossbow bolt stuck horizontally on his neck. His body had not had time to collapse from blood loss.

“Why? For a gangster like you, you would actually say something like ‘even if it doesn’t cost money’?”

?So like a bowling ball, the body that was thrown out hit the crowd of people gathered together.

??He suffered from the same disease as the Nilfgaardian survivors on Sodden Mountain.

?Lann’s hand stretched out his cloak and patted it. The outside of the steel-plated leather gloves was still stained with sticky blood.

?After these four or five times, in this dirty little yard, apart from the prostitutes and tenants who were so frightened that they hid in the building, only Skechers was still standing.

?The corpses flew out and killed more people

??The cloak made only four or five explosions during its rapid movement, which meant that Lan En stopped and started four or five times.

?Now his lips are trembling, and his Adam's apple is rolling up and down with difficulty.

?“There’s only one problem.”

?Then his skull was held in the palm of a big hand.

?Skeech understood what this meant, and he spoke with depression and fear.

?Skeech swallowed his saliva and continued stumbling.

?This is to avoid punching through the opponent's body.

“The most important thing about Halfling Dudu Bibwit to us is not money. We didn’t expect to make much money from that batch of goods. What’s important is that he is the leader of the temple guards of the Eternal Fire.”

During the process of emergency stop and rapid start, the cloak on Lan En's body once again erupted with a thunderous explosion due to the stretching and flicking of the fabric.

?After throwing out the body, he didn't stop even for a moment.

??Like a flashing black shadow.

?But it’s not over yet.

?Let him go from a ruthless gangster who killed people until his eyes were as numb as a dead fish, to the mentally ill person he is today.

This is a corpse weighing about ninety kilograms. Although the muscles and fat have cushioning properties, it is hard to say what use this buffering capacity will have after Lan En throws the corpse out at such a speed.

?But he didn’t agree to anything, “Just say it.”

?His movements were very calm, but every time the cloak moved slightly and made a whirring sound, the body of the gang boss in front of him trembled.

??Flashed in front of a thug, and then pushed his chest with his palm.

? Even if a human hits a wall at normal walking speed, it is enough to cause dizziness or a broken nose.

?Lan walked up to Skechers and looked down at him condescendingly.

??The people hiding in the house did not dare to interfere, while the thugs who came out in response to the gang boss's order were already stuck in the mud.

?It's a pity that there is no dry sand here, otherwise rubbing it in a handful would be enough.

??Hooked and twisted, his whole body was paralyzed as if he had no bones.

?“Say it, Skechers.” Lan said in a gentle tone.

?Lan only took less than five minutes.

"You just emphasized to Marsh: the important thing is the halflings. Even if you don't need money, you still have to find the halflings."

?Phobia of Superman.

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?Violence, oppression, and shocking images. After arranging a plan, it is not difficult for Lan to destroy a person's will.

??When Lann stood in front of Skechers, the boss who five minutes ago was suppressing his subordinates in the gang's big room and speaking his mind.

?Lan doesn’t talk too much nonsense.

?But even so, the thug who was slapped on the chest by him during the sprint had his heart and lungs broken.

Lan En, who jumped out, turned around, like throwing a discus at a sports game. Using the centrifugal force of turning, he pinched the skull of the corpse with one hand and threw the corpse out!

?The sounds of broken bones and screams began to burst out.

?The courtyard fell into complete silence.

?Skeech said tremblingly.

“I told you, can you let me go, sir?”

"The leader of the temple guard asked us to capture Dudu Bibwit and give him alive. We are just a small gang and we have no right to refuse."

“The leader of the temple guard.” Lan En chewed on this identity in his mouth, “What is his name?”

“Ritu, Ritu Manji. There is also a brother named Caleb Manji, who is also an officer in the temple guard. That’s all I know.”

?Lann nodded under the hood, and then did not let Skechers be immersed in fear any more and tortured by fear.

?His hands turned into fists and passed over Skechers' head at a speed invisible to ordinary people. Skechers' headless body was so punched that it spun upright in mid-air.

?There was a "bang" sound, and the gang leader died in a very different way from his men.

?There is no one alive in this yard except Lan En.

The prostitutes who were attached to the gang life, and the 'waiters' who watched the drug addicts taking narcotic powder, all looked at the tall cloaked man through the crack of the door in horror, like a nightmare sweeping over him, and re-entered the place where he was shot. A round of crossbow arrows was fired into the room.

?The lighting conditions were already worrying, and now even the candles in the room, which had been extinguished by the chaos, were not dim at all.

?Because a supernatural light was emitting from the witch's hand in the corner, illuminating the room.

??The tables piled up around Triss had several crossbow arrows stuck on them. The arrows penetrated into the solid wood, and the tabletop was broken up into pieces of wood and splinters.

?But Triss is fine.

?If you only want to protect yourself, then in this chaotic and dangerous situation, the warlock is actually not that easy to get into trouble.

?This is also the reason why some warlocks try their best to cultivate a few trustworthy high-end warriors.

?The blood soaked into the creaking wooden floor, staining it dark red.

?Lan En stepped here again. Except for the sorceress, only a bunch of people in the corner were still alive.

?Francis Belland's bunch.

??The subordinates behind the bald man saw Lan En coming in and no longer needed their boss to push them. A group of them were like frightened little girls, squeezing into the corner.

?This instead highlights Francis.

??This man pursed his lips, and his face with wrinkles was very nervous, but a forced calmness could be seen.

?“It’s rare that you didn’t run around.”

“Because even if we run, we will never be able to outrun tens of thousands of Nilfgaardian soldiers, Your Majesty the Duke.”

?Frances tried to calm down his tone.

"You recognized me." Lan En didn't look surprised.

“There may be many powerful mages in this world.” Francis cautiously saluted Lan En, and was vaguely relieved when he saw that he did not refuse.

"But I can't think of another warrior as powerful as you. Lord Lann of Cintra."

?“It’s better not to say anything about a grand duke who doesn’t have a fiefdom.”

?Lan En waved his hands indifferently.

"I actually have a good impression of you, Francis, even though you are the gangster I despise the most. Because on the way here, before you recognized me, you seemed to want to take me and Tris away from the horse. Take it out with your hands."

“Can you tell me what’s going on? These days, gangsters actually have good intentions?”

?Lan pulled a chair from the ground for Francis. The bald man was sitting down in a flattered manner, with only his buttocks half pulled up next to the chair.

?His wrinkled face mumbled twice and whispered something awkwardly.

?Lan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise under his hood.

"What did you say?"

??Francis thought that the other person really didn't hear clearly, and then thought about Lan En's strength value, so he took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

?“I said, I don’t often help people either.”

"I can't help it, sir. I am a person who naturally likes to help others and like to be thanked. But I am in a mess, and I have to be ruthless to protect myself, so it takes me basically two or three years to adapt. For once, help others. You just caught up, and to be honest, I couldn’t help.”

?At this time, in addition to the two people talking, even Triss, who was holding the magic light source, and Francis' younger brother hiding over there were surprised.

?Obviously, he really controlled his noble impulses very well in this mud-like environment.

Lann’s hood moved up and down.

?“I heard Marsh say.”

Lan En turned around and wanted to point out the gangster leader who had brought him here, but unfortunately, this gentleman had been killed in a volley of arrows just now.

??Now he is lying limply on the ground, with a pool of bright red blood flowing out.

?So Lan En waved his hands indifferently: "Who first came up with the idea of ??using beggars and marginalized people in the city as an intelligence network?"

?“This is exactly what I want to confess to you.”

?Francis looked at Lan En’s face that was hidden under the shadow of the hood with anxiety.

"If I tell you all about this plan, can it save the lives of my brothers?"

?Lan En shook his cloak, and a **** fist leaked out.

?Francis swayed on his chair, and then his bottom was leaked out neatly.

?About his concern and intolerance when passing beggars, prostitutes, and thieves, and then extended to how he realized how unnoticed and unappreciated these people were in the city.

How can they take advantage of this lack of attention and hear all kinds of secret conversations and plans on dark street corners? They are "invisible" observers on the street.

?Few people in the city would be careful about their words in the presence of these haggard and humble wretches.

?If Francis, like ordinary gangsters, never sees these people as human beings, then he will never be able to discover the potential of these people.

?But he is not, so now he has discovered this power.

??“It’s a talent.”

Lan En looked at Francis who was sitting stiffly, and after listening to his thoughts, he softly praised him.