customs clearance base

Chapter 642 Murder

After Zhao Hu successfully cultivated the three dark skills of Eye of Darkness, Spear of Darkness, and Invisibility, he asked Zhao An to buy a boat ticket to the land of chaos, while he wandered around the port street with a relaxed expression on his face. .

"Stop! Do you still have the king's law in your heart? You committed murder in broad daylight, do you want to spend your old age in prison!"

Zhao Hu, who was wandering on the street, saw more than a dozen servants in gray robes, under the command of a brocade-robed butler, beating a seven or eight-year-old beggar violently, his head became hot, and he stopped loudly.

A dozen servants who were beating the little beggar, heard Zhao Hu's loud yell, immediately stopped their movements, turned their eyes to the butler in brocade robe, and asked his opinion.

The butler in brocade robe looked Zhao Hu carefully up and down, and saw that he was wearing high-quality silk clothes, subconsciously thought that he was the son of that noble family, so he was very polite He said angrily, "May I ask the name of this young master Gao?"

"Zhao Hu!"

Zhao Hu said casually, and walked quickly to the side of the little beggar, pulled him up from the ground, took out a clean white silk scarf from his arms, and wiped the blood off his face.

"Zhao Hu."

The brocade-robed steward chewed for a while, and tried his best to search in his mind if there was anyone surnamed Zhao among the nobles he couldn't afford to offend.

After searching in his mind for all the nobles in Haikou Port that he couldn't afford to offend, and finding no dignitaries surnamed Zhao, the brocade-robed housekeeper's face relaxed, and he looked up at Zhao Hu.

Immediately, seeing Zhao Hu with a concerned expression on his face, he wiped the blood on the little beggar's face with a white silk scarf, which further confirmed the guess in his heart. My son, because all the rich and powerful sons would not use their own silk scarves to help a pariah wipe away blood and make themselves dirty.

The steward of Jinpao, who had a judgment in his heart, immediately looked at Zhao Hu with a pair of sinister eyes, and threatened loudly: "Zhao Hu, I advise you not to meddle in the affairs of the Wang family, otherwise, don't blame us for treating you. You are welcome!"

Zhao Hu, who was originally furious because of the little beggar's injuries, immediately wanted to reprimand him when he heard that the brocade-robed butler dared to threaten him in the street under the eyes of everyone.

Just when Zhao Hu wanted to get angry and reason with the other party, the little beggar quickly pulled him with his small hand, and said timidly: "Big brother, you better leave quickly, they are all from the Wang family, they are fierce!"

Glancing at the timid and pitiful little beggar, Zhao Hu shook his head lightly at him, and secretly decided in his heart that today's business should be taken care of by himself. Could it be that he, the dignified young master of the Zhao family castle, still Are you afraid that a little noble butler will fail?

Seeing that Zhao Hu ignored his threats, the brocade-paoed butler was furious, his eyes flashed coldly, and he waved his hand and said, "Beat this ignorant guy hard, as long as he doesn't kill him, he will die." become."

As soon as the steward in brocade robe finished speaking, he saw ten strong servants in gray clothes rushing towards Zhao Hu with a smile on his face.

boom!With a crisp sound, Zhao Hu punched a gray-clothed servant hard in the face with a right hook, knocking him down to the ground, and at the same time knocked another gray-robed servant to the ground with a left hook.

After Zhao Hu hit two gray-clothed servants by surprise, he was swept across, let out a scream, fell to the ground, and kicked at his body continuously with a dozen pairs of big feet.

Feeling the severe pain from more than a dozen pairs of big feet kicked on his body, Zhao Hu put his head in his hands and let out a scream. He couldn't help regretting that the other party was so fierce, why didn't he use the dark skill to give it to him? Kill it!Now that he was knocked down to the ground, he couldn't use his dark skills to fight back.

"Bad guy! I'll kill you!"

The little beggar at the side saw Zhao Hu being violently beaten by more than a dozen strong servants, so he quickly ran to the side of the road, picked up a big stone with difficulty, and threw it on the head of a servant in gray. Immediately, a big hole was punched out of the head of the gray-clothed servant. Hot blood gushed out of it continuously. He let out a shrill scream, rolled his eyes, and fell powerlessly to the ground to die.

Hearing the stern screams of their companions, the dozens of gray-clothed servants who were beating Zhao Hu furiously were taken aback. Then they roared angrily and mercilessly punched and kicked the little beggar.

Zhao Hu, who was lying on the ground, saw that little beggar fell into a dangerous situation in order to save himself, his heart tightened, and he didn't know where the power came from, so he stood up quickly and pushed a dozen gray-clothed servants away, Holding the bloody little beggar in his arms, he looked at the dozens of gray-clothed servants who were grinning with hatred.

The brocade-robed butler who was standing aside watching the excitement saw that one of his servants had died. The little beggar was covered in blood and was dying, and he was not far from death. Zhao Hu also had a bruised nose and a swollen face with scars all over his body. He raised his right hand , stopped the gray-clothed servant who wanted to continue besieging Zhao Hu and said: "Leave them alone, let's go!"

Looking at the dying little beggar covered in blood, Zhao Hu couldn't help feeling guilty in his heart. If he hadn't forced himself to stand up for him, he would have received a violent beating at most, and his life would not be in danger at all. Using dark skills, with his strength far surpassing ordinary one-star apprentices, how could he be beaten by a group, unable to fight back, and how could he let the opponent hurt a hair of the little beggar.

The little beggar seemed to feel Zhao Hu's thoughts, touched Zhao Hu's cheek with his hand, and said softly: "Big brother, please don't blame yourself, this may be my fate."

Seeing the little beggar's increasingly pale face, Zhao Hu gently stroked his head with his right hand, shook his head and said softly: "No, this is not your life, you have to remember one thing, I My life is up to me, not God."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Hu carefully put the little beggar on the ground, with a cold light in his eyes, he shouted loudly at the leaving Jinpao steward and his party: "You want to slap your ass and leave after hitting someone? "

At this time, Zhao Hu had already lost his mind under the stimulation of the blood and the little beggar. He only had self-blame and resentment in his mind, without a trace of fear.

The steward in brocade robe turned around and glanced at Zhao Hu, whose eyes were full of resentment. Being familiar with human nature, he immediately knew that the two sides had grown up and had reached the point where life and death faced each other, so a cold light flashed in his eyes. A dozen gray-clothed servants around said: "Kill him and send him on his way."

Seeing the dozen or so gray-clothed servants who looked at him as weak and deceitful as sheep with grinning faces, walking towards him quickly, a cold light flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, and a cruel look unconsciously hung from the corner of his mouth. Smiling, the weak source power in the body is quickly mobilized.

A black spear that was more than one meter long and emitting a faint light appeared out of thin air. At its command, with the sound of howling wind, it turned into a black afterimage and pointed at a man with a look of astonishment and fear. The gray-clothed servant shot away.

hiss!With a slight sound, the black spear landed on the chest of a servant who was rushing forward with incomparable accuracy, and passed through his chest with ease, and continued to fly forward for more than ten meters before dying due to exhaustion of energy. It collapsed, turned into a little light and disappeared into the invisible.

The other dozen gray-clothed servants did not stop at all because of the miserable screams of their companions. Instead, because of Zhao Hu's sudden outburst, they put away the contempt in their hearts, dispersed cautiously, and accelerated their charge. speed.

Seeing more than a dozen gray-clothed servants, they did not feel any fear because of the death of their companions. Instead, they quickened their pace and charged towards his side. Zhao Hu's eyes flashed coldly, and he quickly mobilized the faint source of darkness in his body. force,.

Immediately, I saw dark spears glowing with dim light, appearing out of thin air, and with the sound of howling wind, they shot towards the bodies of a dozen gray-clothed servants, and shot at the bodies of a dozen gray-clothed servants like lightning. The servant's horrified eyes pierced through their chests, opening a big hole in their bodies, before they could utter a scream, they fell powerlessly to the ground and became a cold corpse.

After summoning more than a dozen dark spears in succession, the weak source of darkness in Zhao Hu's body was exhausted, and he couldn't continue to summon the dark spears to attack.

At this moment, a familiar figure passed by Zhao Hu's side quickly, and a icy sword light drew a graceful arc in mid-air, flashing across the neck of the butler in brocade clothes like lightning, His head was chopped off.

"Brother Hu, are you alright!" Zhao An asked worriedly after beheading the butler in brocade clothes, looking at Zhao Hu, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, exuding anger and resentment all over his body.

Zhao An was originally an orphan, and also a vagrant who lived on the street, had nothing to rely on, and was humiliated by others. When he was about to freeze to death on a cold snowy night, Zhao Hu's parents rescued him. He took him home, raised him like his own son, gave him the same treatment as Zhao Hu, and sent him to Qinglong Academy to study.

(End of this chapter)