Chapter 1015 997 Is a Talent

Chapter 1015 997. A Talent

A huge body does not mean inflexibility.

Those who have seen Lan En's performance 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, upright, and even beautiful.

Such a strong and tall body is not as clumsy as an ordinary big guy.

When Lan En flew through the air, his cloak was rolled up by the air wave, and the sound of the fabric bouncing and stretching was almost like a thunder!

"Hula!"

Skech himself didn't even have the chance to take two more steps back.

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

The man in the sealskin hat with a crossbow arrow inserted horizontally on his neck, his body didn't have time to fall down in the blood loss.

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

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

This was a body weighing about 90 kilograms. Although the muscles and fat had a cushioning effect, it was hard to say what use this cushioning ability would be after Lan En threw the corpse out at such a speed.

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

So like bowling, the body that was thrown out hit the crowd of people.

The sound of broken bones and screams began to burst out.

But it was not over yet.

During the process of emergency stop and rapid start, Lan En's cloak once again burst out with a thunderous explosion due to the stretching and bouncing of the fabric.

After throwing the corpse out, he did not stop for even a moment.

Like a flashing black shadow.

Flashing in front of a thug, and then pushing his palm on his chest.

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

But even so, the heart and lungs of the thugs who were hit hard by him during the sprint were basically broken.

The body flying backwards killed more people

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

And after these four or five times, in this dirty little yard, in addition to the prostitutes and tenants who were scared and hid in the building, only Skechers was still standing.

"Pah."

Lan En stretched out his hand to pat the cloak, and the outside of the leather gloves with steel armor plates was still stained with sticky blood paste.

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

The yard fell into a dead silence.

The people hiding in the house did not dare to interfere, and the thugs who responded to the orders of the gang boss were already stuck in the mud.

Twisted and slumped like a boneless body.

Lan En walked in front of Skechers and looked down at him from above.

His movements were very calm, but every time the cloak fluttered slightly, making a "fanning" sound, the body of the gangster in front of him trembled.

Superman phobia.

He suffered from the same disease as the Nilfgaard survivors on Mount Sodden.

He went from a ruthless gangster who killed people to a numb look like a dead fish, to a patient with mental illness now.

It took Lan less than five minutes in total.

Violence, repression, and shocking images. After arranging the plan, it was not difficult for Lan to destroy a person's will.

When Lan stood in front of Skechers, the boss who was suppressing his subordinates in the big house of the gang station five minutes ago and had the final say.

Now his lips trembled and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty.

"There is only one problem."

Lan didn't say too much nonsense.

"You just emphasized to Marsh: the halfling is important. Even if you don't want money, you have to find the halfling."

"Why? For a gang like you, you actually said something like 'even if you don't want money'?"

"If you say it, can you let me go, sir?"

Skech said tremblingly.

"Go ahead, Skech." Lan said in a gentle tone.

But he didn't agree to anything, "Just say it."

Skech understood what this meant, and he said in dejection and fear.

"The most important thing for us about the halfling Toot Bibowett is not money. We don't expect to make much money from that batch of goods. The important thing is that he is the head of the temple guard of the Eternal Fire."

Skech swallowed his saliva and continued to speak stumblingly.

"The head of the Temple Guard asked us to capture Tootsie Bibblewit alive and give him to him. We are just a small gang, we have no right to refuse."

"Head of the Temple Guard." Lan En chewed on this identity, "What's 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."

Lan En nodded under the hood, and then did not let Skechers immerse himself in fear and tortured by fear.

His hand clenched into a fist and passed over Skechers' head at a speed that ordinary people could not see.

Skechers' whole body without a skull was hit by a punch and stretched straight in the air and turned.

With a "bang", the gang leader died in the same way as his men.

Now there is no living person in this yard except Lan En.

The prostitutes who depend on the gangs for their living, and the "waiters" who watch the drug addicts take narcotic powder, all look through the crack of the door in horror at the tall cloaked man who is like a nightmare sweeping in, and re-enter the room that was shot with a round of crossbow arrows.

The lighting conditions were already worrying, and now even the candlelight was extinguished by the chaos just now, but now it is not dim.

Because a ball of supernatural light is coming out from the witch's hand in the corner, illuminating the room.

There are several crossbow arrows stuck on the tables piled up around Triss, and the arrows penetrate into the solid wood, and the tabletops are broken into wood chips and wood thorns.

But Triss is fine.

If you only want to protect yourself, then in this chaotic and dangerous situation, it is not so easy for a warlock to get into trouble.

This is also the reason why some warlocks will devote their efforts to training a few trustworthy high-end warriors.

The blood soaked the creaking wooden floor, dyeing the wood into a dark red.

Lan En stepped into the place again. Apart from the sorceress, only a group of people in the corner were still alive.

Francis Belan's group of people.

The men behind the bald man saw Lan En coming in again, and they didn't need the boss to push them. They squeezed into the corner like a frightened little girl.

This made Francis stand out.

The man pursed his lips, and his face with wrinkles was very nervous, but he could also see a forced calmness.

"You didn't run around, which is rare."

"Because even if we ran, we would never be able to run faster than tens of thousands of Nilfgaard soldiers, Your Excellency the Duke."

Francis tried to calm his tone.

"You recognized me." Lan En's performance was not surprising.

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

"But I can't think of another warrior as powerful as you. Grand Duke Lan of Cintra."

"Don't mention the Grand Duke without a fiefdom."

Lan waved his hand indifferently.

"I actually have a good impression of you, Francis, even though you are a gangster that I despise the most. Because on the way here, you seemed to want to get me and Triss away from Marsh without recognizing me."

"Can you tell me what happened? Gangsters are actually kind these days?"

Lan pulled a chair from the ground to Francis. The bald man was flattered and sat down straight, with only half of his buttocks touching the chair.

He muttered twice on his wrinkled face, and whispered something in an awkward expression.

Lan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise under his hood.

"What did you say?"

Francis thought that the other party really didn't hear clearly, and thinking about Lan's strength, he took a deep breath and said loudly.

"I said, I don't help people often."

"I can't help it, sir. I like to help people and be thanked. But I'm in a mess, and I have to be ruthless to protect myself, so I basically only follow my heart and help others once every two or three years. You just happened to catch up, and to be honest, I didn't help."

Now, in addition to the two people who were talking, even Triss who was holding the magic light source and Francis's little brother hiding over there were surprised.

Obviously, he really controlled his noble impulse very well in this muddy environment.

Lan En's hood nodded up and down.

"I heard from Marsh."

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

Now he was limp on the ground, bleeding a pool of bright red blood.

So Lan En waved his hand indifferently: "Who was the first to come up with the idea of ​​using the beggars and marginalized people in the city as an intelligence network?"

"That's exactly what I want to confess to you."

Francis looked at Lan En's face, which was hidden in the shadow of the hood and never revealed.

"Can I tell you the whole plan in exchange for my brothers' lives?"

Lan En shook his cloak, and his bloody fist was exposed.

Francis swayed in his chair, and then he simply revealed all his secrets.

About his concern and pity when he passed by beggars, prostitutes, and thieves, and then extended to how he realized how these people were ignored and ignored in the city.

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

Few people in the city will be cautious in their words in front of these haggard and humble poor creatures.

If Francis was like the other gangsters, never treating these people as human beings, then he would never be able to discover their potential.

But he was not, so he discovered this power now.

"He is a talent."

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