I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 6 Players Have No Mercy (I)

The storage room Chris mentioned was well hidden. It was right next to the apartment door, the same color as the wall, and there was no door handle.

Without his reminder, Lin Ruoyu and other players would hardly notice that there was a door here. They had been in and out of here several times and had not noticed anything unusual.

Lin Ruoyu pushed open the small door and found a small storage room behind it. The space inside was not big and could only accommodate two or three people standing inside.

There were no windows and no light in the small room. In the dim and narrow space, there were three weapon racks with some short weapons hanging on them. The air was filled with the smell of unknown animal fat.

Lin Ruoyu approached and picked up the weapon from the weapon rack. He looked at it in front of him and found that these weapons seemed to have been used.

For example, this dagger, which is half an arm long, has a dark red luster on its shiny edge, which is a mark that can only be left after being stained with blood for a long time.

Based on his real-life experience and the knowledge he had learned, Lin Ruoyu judged that this dagger was very sharp, with a single-sided blade and a false blade on the back, which increased its penetrating power.

The handle is made of cork with anti-slip grooves and protrusions that fit the fingers. Even in winter, you can hold it firmly while wearing gloves and it will not slip out of your hands easily.

"Good stuff!"

Lin Ruoyu exclaimed in admiration, then he picked up the dagger and the cowhide scabbard beside him, inserted it, and hid it in his sleeve. The length was just right, and there was nothing unusual on the outside.

In addition to daggers, the storage room also contains one-handed machetes, short-handled hatchets, one-handed combat shields and other weapons for street chopping and assassination.

Just based on the guy in the storage room, Lin Ruoyu concluded that Chris was definitely not a good civilian.

"Hey, man, you got the stuff, just get out of the way!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry..."

Lin Ruoyu quickly moved aside to make room for the other three players to come in and choose their stuff.

After obtaining the weapons, the four men left the apartment and went to look for the body.

With the information provided by the deceased and the help of the system's mini-map, the four people quickly found two naked bodies buried under snow in an alley one kilometer away.

Lin Ruoyu dragged the body out of the snow and found a fatal wound on the back of the head.

"They were attacked from behind, hit in the head with a blunt object, and died completely.

Come on, lend a hand, let's drag them back..."

"and many more."

At this time, the player with the ID Xiaogui spoke out.

"The remaining two people also posted, and they were caught."

"Ah...we were caught. Where are they?"

The third player asked curiously.

"Let me check the map. They sent me the coordinates... Oh, it's very close, just five hundred meters away. They said they were in a tavern. They went in and were kidnapped. Now they're being held in the basement wine cellar."

Lin Ruoyu looked at the corpse, then looked up at the few children outside the alley who were curiously looking in, and thought for a while.

"Let's go, let's go rescue people first. The living are more important than the dead. We can't leave these two unlucky guys here. Once we rescue the other two unlucky guys, let them carry the bodies."

"Will there be a fight?"

"Of course there will be. Taverns are never peaceful places. How can we take them away without killing a few people?" "Then what are we waiting for?"

The other three players immediately became interested, and Xiao Gui was the first to step forward.

"Let's go quickly!"

……

“Slurp… So good…”

The tavern owner, Hubbard, happily sipped the dry wine in the glass, enjoying the feeling of the cold liquid flowing into his body and then turning into a wave of hot steam rising to his head.

He was very lucky today. As soon as he opened the door in the afternoon, two young men rushed in. They were wearing thick clothes and had silly expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they were outsiders who didn't know any rules.

Who would go into a bar during the day, especially a bar in the slums?
The clothes they wore were of strange styles, obviously foreign. At the same time, their skin was fair and tender, and there were no signs of labor from their faces to their palms. It was obvious that they had never suffered hardship, and had some money and could afford to go to school.

If they were nobles or the second generation, they would definitely bring followers with them even if they came to the slums to take risks.

So, based on the above observations, Hubbard determined that he could afford to offend these two fat sheep.

So, while they were still foolishly calling for the waiter, Hubbard raised his hand and made a suggestive gesture, and the gangsters sitting on his left and right rushed over, pinned the two unsuspecting men to the ground, and locked them in the wine cellar.

Hubbard would lock up these two fat sheep for one night, and then move them to another location tomorrow, and then spread the news to let their friends and family know so that they could pay money to redeem them.

Hubbard was a principled person. He would not kidnap nobles because neither he nor his brothers could afford to offend them.

Hubbard also did not kidnap locals because the locals of Neama might be related to him. It would be very embarrassing if he kidnapped a distant relative.

Hubbard only kidnapped outsiders, especially the fat sheep like the two today who were obviously the children of foreign merchants and who were disguised and went out for wandering and exploring. He liked them the most.

Amid the rustling of wood, a cold breeze blew in. Hubbard looked up and saw four young men in the same black coats walking in.

Hey, they are wearing exactly the same clothes. It is obvious that these four people are in the same group with those two fat sheep. They are here to find the latter.

Hubbard put down his glass, composed himself behind the bar, pretended to be a serious hotel owner, and waited for them to come forward and ask questions.

Just as Hubbard expected, four young men came to the bar. One of the taller men came up to Hubbard and looked him over.

This is a young man with distinct features, who looks very energetic and has a strong sense of justice. His eyebrows are covered with snow, and he has obviously been walking outside for a long time. The expression on his face is calm, as if he has everything planned out and is not in a hurry.

He asked politely.

"Hello boss, have you seen two young men come in wearing the same clothes as me?"

"Oh, yes, but they just an hour ago..."

Before Hubbard could finish his words, he saw the young man in front of him suddenly raise his hand and swipe towards him.

The latter's movements were so fast that Hubbard, who was making up a lie, couldn't react in time. He felt a chill on his neck and a crackling sound coming from the side of his neck.

Oh no, I got myself killed. This bastard is so cruel and vicious!
This was Hubbard's first and last thought after he fell under the bar with his hands covering his neck. In the last moments of his life, he heard the panicked shouts of his men outside the bar, as well as the sound of flesh being torn apart by sharp weapons.

The young man who just spoke to me, his calm voice was very penetrating in the chaos.

"Block the door, don't let them escape!"

(End of this chapter)