The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 120 Bloodshed (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions!)
As it turns out, gaining a foothold in Longjincheng is not an easy task.

It requires you to face many unnecessary troubles.

Next, let's reiterate the three high-risk areas of Longjin City—

brothels, taverns, and the deep underground city.

You ask me why these places are the most dangerous? Shouldn't slums have a place?

Please, adventurers don't live in slums...

From the very first day they decided to move the Golden Oak to Dragon City, Tang Qi and Catherine knew they wouldn't be able to make money steadily.

Even just two days ago, after taking a shower and chatting late into the night, they were lying in bed betting on whether the 'drunken adventurer causing trouble' or the 'thugs hired by their colleagues' would arrive first.

In retrospect, Tang Qi was more farsighted:
"The Golden Oak is only so big; those who can't get Star Plum Wine will naturally go to other taverns."

With such competition, they will indeed suffer a small loss in the short term, but it's not enough to cause any major setbacks on their very first day of business.

However, those adventurers who live on the edge and are often repressed in dungeons don't really respect the law.

Once they're drunk, they won't reason with you at all..."

Now, Tang Qi simply lifted the curtain of the kitchen and saw the adventurer standing in front of the bar, and he knew what the other party was up to.

Beauty is a gift from God.

It's also a curse that brings trouble—

"Say that again, you fucking bastard?!"

Catherine did not appear afraid, and even when she was being yelled at, she did not back down an inch.

She knew very well that backing down would never bring peace, but would only embolden them.

“We welcome every customer seeking fine wines. But if you come for other purposes, we regret to inform you that we cannot accommodate you.”

"I'm rich, I'm rich, you know that?!"

Whether it was the annoyance of being rejected or the effects of alcohol, the adventurer's cheeks were flushed.

He kept pounding on the bar and put down a bag of gold coins:
"You can't be taken down even with a hundred gold coins?"

"If you need to relieve stress, my advice is to go outside and turn right. Miss Britna doesn't seem to have any guests tonight."

"Who the hell is Brena?"

The adventurer raised an eyebrow and roared at the drunkards behind him.

His shouts drew most of the attention in the tavern, and most people didn't have a good impression of this drunkard who ruined the drinking experience.

A spotted cat adventurer who looked like a gray cat sneered:

"Oh, that four-hundred-year-old dwarf! She just loves hairless humans like you. I must say, she's a perfect match for your pathetic little worm!"

"Screw you!"

The man cursed loudly, but his remaining rationality prevented him from clashing with the well-equipped adventurers.

Instead, he looked at Catherine, pointed at her nose, and cursed:

"One hundred gold coins isn't enough, is it? Fine, name your price—one hundred and fifty, one hundred and eighty, two hundred? Damn, are you made of gold?"

"Roar--"

Hearing the adventurer's insulting price, Amby couldn't suppress her anger and was about to extend her sharp claws and rush out of the kitchen.

But Tang Qi grabbed his collar:

"Wait a bit before you go out."

"why?"

The little girl didn't understand the purpose of doing this, but subconsciously chose to believe Tang Qi.

"Dragon Gold City is not like Star Plum Town. There are many people and a lot of people here, and most of them are reckless adventurers, not farmers."

Everything you see now is what you have to go through to open a tavern here—

Without a corresponding countermeasure, this tavern cannot survive for long.

"See what your sister does first. With me backing her up, are you still worried about her getting hurt?"

Tang Qi understood that perhaps during his stay in Longjin City, he could help Catherine ward off most of the trouble.

But I won't stay here forever.

In addition, he wanted to see if Catherine had any independent ways of dealing with trouble.

Her choice will determine whether Tang Qi can leave with a more at ease.

"But Ambition will still rush out later and scratch that bad guy's face!"

"Of course, your claws are also one of our countermeasures."

After a brief period of calm, the conflict at the bar escalated further.

The adventurer's companions tugged at his chainmail and mocked:
"I told you fucking couldn't handle this woman. Now look what happened, you didn't even get to sleep with her, and you even got the nickname 'flesh worm,' you've really lost face—"

"Stop wasting your time here! We finally managed to swindle a big fish and make a killing today, let's drink and have some fun first!"

Seemingly feeling humiliated, [Flesh Worm's] face turned even redder:

"Get lost! I told you, I'm sleeping with this woman tonight!"

He turned back and patted the table.

"I'm rich—three hundred gold coins is enough to go to [Desire Paradise] for a full-service experience. Now I only want one night with you. Is that too much to ask?"
"Of course, if you're a novice, I can add a little more."

"Sir, if you continue to make trouble, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Leave? How can you make me leave? My legs are my own, you can't carry me out of here."

[Flesh Worm] scoffed and reached out to grab her wrist.
"Three hundred gold coins, don't you dare push your luck!"

ah! ! ! "

In the blink of an eye.

No sign.

The moment the greasy, rough hand of the "Flesh Worm" reached out towards Catherine, a sharp pain shot through his palm, as if flowing into his blood, stimulating every nerve in his body.

Forced to open his eyes wide with rage, he ignored the veins bulging on his neck and screamed in agony—

"My hand, my hand!?"

His shouts, far from disturbing the drunkards' intoxication, instead made them erupt in cheers as if they had witnessed some kind of entertainment.
"Hey, that's fucking awesome!"

Tang Qi blinked involuntarily, and after seeing the blood-soaked palm of the [Flesh Worm], he exclaimed in shock:
"She has this ability?"

Ambi even hummed with a touch of pride:
"My sister has fought with men before!"

That really didn't count as a fight at all.

He just wanted to make himself look as ruthless and unapproachable as possible.

Those men who harassed and insulted her were naturally frightened.

So when the "flesh worm" reached out, Catherine didn't actually use any particularly skillful techniques—she hadn't learned them at all.

Based on experience, he instinctively took a step back and drew the short knife hidden in his boots.

He aimed carefully at the other person's palm, then swiftly brought down the knife, pinning the person directly to the bar counter.

It doesn't require any special technique; as long as you're fast enough, have good eyesight, and can stab someone steadily, that's enough.

The "meat worm" clearly hadn't expected that this pretty morning and evening flower would have such annoying thorns that it inevitably pricked its palm in its carelessness.

The splattered blood dripped into Catherine's eye, making her feel nauseous. She quickly wiped it away, but never showed a trace of panic.

The tavern needs bloodshed to maintain its deterrent effect.

She also needs to maintain a ruthless image.

Therefore, one cannot reveal their true feelings of tension.

"If it's just dealing with ordinary thugs, this should be enough to scare them."

But they were a group of adventurers who had just crawled out of the dungeon...

That's not enough.

Based on Tang Qi's assessment, the [Flesh Worm] indeed shouted:
"Daughter of the beach, I'll fucking kill you!"

He seemed to have used some obscure, offensive, common word.

The numbing effect of alcohol, combined with the surge of adrenaline, acted simultaneously on his brain.

It eased his pain and released his anger.

He then yanked the dagger out of his hand, ignoring his bleeding right hand, and lunged towards the bar—

As an adventurer who frequently visits dungeons, he has excellent eyesight.

Whether someone is an expert or not can be determined simply by their first gesture of raising their hand.

Clearly, this thorny morning glory does not belong in this category.

Her steps were unsteady and her movements were clumsy; she only had the opportunity to strike first because of her carelessness.

Now, he would grab her hair, press her head down, and slam her head against the bar counter in front of him, never giving this bitch a second chance—

"What a pathetic worm, only daring to fight and bully a woman!"

"boom!"

As he climbed over the bar, he thought he heard someone cursing at him.

At first, he didn't take it seriously because he didn't have the time.

But then he felt his wrist twist, and he lost his balance, causing him to fall headfirst into the bar, his forehead hitting the ground hard.

Catherine knew the insults came from Tang Qi, and the brief panic in her heart gradually turned into peace.

So she went even further, grabbing a bottle from the counter and smashing it against the unprotected back of the [Flesh Worm's] head—

"boom!"

"A good-sounding name is a good name!"

Amidst the laughter and curses, [Meat Worm] fainted and fell into a long sleep.

Catherine picked up the bloodstained dagger that had fallen to the ground and slammed it into the bar counter in front of her.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted everyone's drinking enjoyment. After we clean up the place later, I will offer each table a glass of Star Plum Wine as an apology."

"Why not one cup for each person?"

“I also need to consider the costs, sir.”

"Haha, I like this woman!"

A composed response doesn't exactly impress these adventurers.

However, it also effectively suppressed some improper thoughts.

At least for now, if they still want to take advantage of her appearance, they'd better think twice about their abilities.

If you just want to sleep, going to a brothel is enough; there's no need to provoke this ruthless proprietress.

To avoid ending up like the "flesh worm," who, unable to force the issue, also loses all face.

Catherine turned to the worm's accomplices and asked:

"Are you going to carry him out yourselves, or should I hire someone to do it?"

Those people clearly didn't expect things to develop in this direction.

They exchanged a glance, their lips curving into smiles, as if they had reached some unspoken understanding.

They then surged forward, looking at Catherine:
"Hey, wait a minute! You think you can just let this go after beating our comrades to a pulp?"

Catherine sighed.

Sure enough, she couldn't expect these adventurers to have a lower limit.

This matter is not over yet...

(End of this chapter)