Sequence adventurers roaming between two worlds

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of fists pounding on the door was clearly audible even to Leo, who was hiding on the second floor.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint appearing in them.

First floor.

The girl sitting at the old, weathered wooden table was startled by the sudden banging on the door, her face turning slightly pale: "Li Mo, we..."

The tall, thin young man sitting opposite her shook his head at her.

Then, Li Mo stood up.

His movements were somewhat slow, like an immovable reef before a crashing wave.

"Squeak—"

The door was opened.

Li Mo looked at the two arrogant young thugs standing at the door and said in a deep voice, "I have already told you that the registered owner of this old house is me, not my brother."

"Even if you have his signature and fingerprint, it is legally invalid proof."

Li Mo wasn't physically strong, but his towering 1.9 meters tall, blocking the doorway, coupled with his rock-solid gaze, created an oppressive atmosphere that made the thug, who was about to say something, subconsciously take a step back.

"Hmph." Seemingly feeling somewhat embarrassed, the leader of the thugs, a man with a scar on his cheek, snorted coldly and spoke with a forced smile:

"Li Mo, no one can get away unscathed after owing money to 'Blackthorn Bank'."

With a flick of his wrist, a gleaming dagger appeared.

Li Mo frowned, took a half step back, and scanned the room, searching for a "weapon" that could be used to fight back.

At this moment, Li Qian, who had recovered, rushed over quickly.

She grabbed the sharpened broom handle with one hand and handed it to her eldest brother, while in the other hand she tightly gripped a glass bottle filled with cheap kerosene.

She pulled out the cork, and a pungent smell instantly filled the air.

Li Qian bit her bloodless lips, her eyes fixed on the dagger in the other person's hand, as if she were about to ignite a frenzy of mutual destruction if the other person dared to take a step forward.

Li Mo was somewhat surprised, never expecting that his usually delicate little sister had such a side.

But now is not the time to care about these things.

With the "weapon" in hand, Li Mo's expression immediately turned cold and stern.

He shifted his feet, using half of his body to shield his sister behind him, the tip of the broom handle in his hand aimed at the thug.

The silent standoff caused the scarred thug's eyes to subtly change.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he put the dagger away.

He chuckled, like a cobra that had sheathed its fangs: "Very good, very good. I hope you can stay this 'tough' all the time."

After saying that, the scarred thug raised his hand to beckon to his accomplice, then turned and left.

As soon as Li Mo and his sister relaxed after the two men left, they saw the thug with the rooster-like haircut behind them grab a stone from the ground and throw it violently at the house.

"Clang!"

The second-floor window shattered with a crash, and shards of glass fell to the ground, gleaming blindingly in the sunlight.

The thug with the rooster-like hair spat on the ground, made a throat-slitting gesture at the two men, and then arrogantly left, accompanied by a loud "hahaha" laugh.

After the two thugs left, Li Qian felt like a deflated balloon, her hands trembling slightly and her legs feeling weak.

"Li Mo, what should we do if they come again next time?"

The girl's voice carried a hint of sobbing.

Upon hearing this, Li Mo remained silent.

He simply couldn't reconcile the "delicate" younger sister before him with the resolute image she had just displayed.

"...Don't worry, leave it to me."

A few seconds later, he said softly, "Let's go back first. They shouldn't be coming back anytime soon."

As he said this, Li Mo was about to take his sister back to the house.

"Squeak..."

A sudden, faint sound made Li Qian's ears twitch. Like a startled bird, she was wary of any sound coming from the outside world: "Li Mo, does that sound seem to be coming from the second floor?"

Li Mo nodded: "It must have been the stone that thug threw that broke the window frame."

The two went upstairs to take a look.

Inside the room, the old, dilapidated wooden window was wide open, swaying in the morning breeze.

……

Rust Street.

The scarred-faced thug and the rooster-haired thug, like crabs strutting sideways, swaggered through the city.

The merchants along the way dared not speak out against it.

Seeing people like this greatly satisfied their vanity.

Then, the two turned into a secluded alley.

The thug with the mohawk, recalling what had just happened, asked, somewhat puzzled, "Boss, why did we leave just now?"

"Although Li Mo is tall and strong, we brothers are not to be trifled with..."

Before he could finish speaking, the scarred thug interrupted, "Hmph, what do you know!"

"We're here to make money, not to risk our lives. There's no need for that."

"Don't forget what mission we brothers were given?"

The thug with the rooster-like hair instinctively said, "Every few days, we go to Leo's house and force his family to hand over the old house."

"Didn't you realize?" A glint of wisdom appeared in the scarred man's eyes. "Whether or not we can get that old house is not important. What's important is 'coercion' and 'initiative'."

The thug with the rooster-like hair touched his head, feeling like a brain was about to grow inside.

Seeing that his younger brother still looked "confused," the scarred thug sighed, shook his head listlessly, and didn't bother to continue.

He raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, feeling the thick texture that seeped through his clothes, and his heart burned with warmth.

That was a book.

He couldn't understand the words on it, but he had witnessed its wonders firsthand.

The employer promised him that once he completed this commission, he would lead him into the "mysterious" door.

That was his only chance to change his social class and his destiny.

Therefore, he must firmly grasp this opportunity!

"If this happens a few more times, Li Mo and his sister definitely won't be able to hold on..."

The scarred thug was dreaming of a bright future when suddenly he heard a whooshing sound coming from beside him.

Years of fighting experience allowed him to react quickly, and he rolled downwards without hesitation.

This move, though it looked clumsy, was quite effective and saved him many times.

But this time, he miscalculated.

It wasn't that his response was wrong, but rather that the thing that came with a whooshing sound was much faster than he had anticipated.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the scarred thug, who had rolled halfway down the slope, rolled his eyes and instantly passed out.

It wasn't until this moment that the thug with the rooster-like haircut following behind realized what was happening.

He stared wide-eyed at the young man who had suddenly appeared before him.

Before he could get a closer look, the black sword shadow had already magnified rapidly in his pupils.

"Bang!"

With another muffled thud, the thug with the rooster-like haircut also fell into a coma.

Leo was somewhat surprised to see the two people lying on the ground in front of him.

He originally thought he would need to put in a little more effort.

After all, they were two adult men.

Unexpectedly, the process was much easier than he had anticipated.

Recalling how the two of them were completely caught off guard, he seemed to be deep in thought:

"It's not that they are weak, but that I am now far stronger than them."