Night fell, and Luo Qiu walked alone on the streets of the small town—suddenly, he realized that he didn’t really need to hurry back to the manor… In fact, he never seemed to be in a rush to go anywhere.
It’s just that the maid has temporarily traveled far away, and Da Zhe is in the dimensional rift… Nero is also absent, leaving only the often-asleep Luo Ya.
In the manor, probably the only one still awake is the artificial intelligence named Eve, left behind by the maid to handle daily chores… Even Mammy Ren is not in this foreign land.
Luo Qiu found that he wasn’t eager to return because, inside the manor, no one was really waiting for him to come back.
The manor is the maid’s property, and it has been kept clean by Da Zhe and Nero… It’s spacious and bright, quiet and comfortable, but it… doesn’t quite feel like home yet.
When passing by Mr. Smith’s restaurant, it was still closed, seemingly because Mr. Smith was in the hospital accompanying his wife who was under observation and not yet out of danger.
Someone greeted Boss Luo at the entrance of Mr. Smith’s restaurant, probably a regular customer… but evidently, to Luo Qiu, just a stranger at first meeting.
Maybe he mistook Luo Qiu for a regular customer here as well.
The residents of the small town seem to be quite warm-hearted… perhaps because this town isn’t very big, and everyone seems to know each other, more like neighbors than sharing the same city.
This old customer lingering at the restaurant door was probably genuinely unhappy about not being able to enjoy Mr. Smith’s dishes today, so he seized the chance to invite someone who happened to stop by the restaurant door.
“Hey! Brother, interested in having a drink with me? My treat!”
Boss Luo glanced at the old man wearing a Scottish kilt, and politely declined.
“Sorry, sir, I have someone waiting for me at home.”
“Haha! That’s great!”
The old man in the kilt didn’t mind but instead said admiringly, “You really should cherish your family! Believe me, young man, it’s the most correct thing in the world. Whatever regrets you’ll have in the future, not having spent enough time with your family will surely be one of them! God-bless-you!”
Nodding to the old man in the kilt… Boss Luo took this life insight to heart and gently said to the old man, “I also offer my blessings.”
The old man might not truly understand the meaning of “I also offer my blessings”… He probably thought it’s the same as “God-bless-you” or directly equated with it.
Nevertheless, he left happily.
Boss Luo left the little restaurant’s entrance and continued his stroll on the town’s streets. He thought of Ren Ziling, picked up his phone, contemplated for a while, then sent a message: Remember to have lunch.
In just a moment, Mammy Ren, seven time zones away, replied with a long message. Luo Qiu lowered his head, reading carefully, as if her voice gradually emerged from between the lines.
Luo Qiu stopped… a group of people blocked the road, obstructing him.
…
To be precise, the crowd blocking the road wasn’t intentionally obstructing anyone—they were just a group of curious onlookers gathered together: bystanders.
Boss Luo put away his phone, took a glance, and indeed found two young Asians holding watermelons, eating while watching… The crowd seemed to be gathered around, watching a fight, perhaps? Some even lifted their phones to capture and upload—the fight was actually already over.
Inside the crowd, a bald man wearing a black robe appeared… originally meant to be hooded, but for some reason, had it lifted. He stretched out a hand, grabbing a young man’s collar, lifting him with one arm.
On the ground lay several motionless figures… They were probably friends of the young man being lifted?
Observing such a scene, one could easily imagine a small story unfolding.
A group of young people looking for fun after a meal happened to encounter a funny-looking guy in a black robe, covering his face while walking on the street. Bored young men stepped forward to provoke him, even lifting the other’s hood.
Thinking they were kings, these young guys ended up quickly countered by the bald man they thought was bronze… Thus, leading to the present scene.
By the way, this bald man in a black robe had a scorpion-like tattoo on his bald head.
“I’m wrong, I’m wrong, spare me! Please spare me! I’m sorry! I’m just a kid!”
The young man being lifted pleaded desperately, not sure who he belonged to, but someone in the crowd recognized him… The town’s warmhearted nature unfolded once again before Boss Luo.
It was the old man with the kilt from before, garrulous at the restaurant entrance—he pushed through the crowd to emerge.
“Hey, buddy.” The old man with the kilt reached out, placing a hand on the bald man’s shoulder, “Listen, you really don’t need to fuss over a kid like this. If they’ve really offended you, you’ve already taught them enough of a lesson! Believe me, continuing this won’t be pleasant… How about letting me buy you a drink?”
At those words, the bald man in the robe showed no expression but tossed the young man to the ground—the young man quickly scuttled after landing… He shuffled over to his fallen companions, indicating that despite wanting to escape, he couldn’t leave his buddies behind.
No matter how he shook them, the companions lying on the ground remained unconscious.
“Kid, call an ambulance.” The old man in the kilt furrowed his brow, looking at the bald man and reflecting, then straightforwardly grabbed the man’s arm, said regretfully, “Sorry, buddy, I think I can’t invite you for a drink right now… You might have gone too hard; look at these kids all knocked out. Believe me, I know these kids. They’re a little mischievous; I occasionally discipline them… but not this harshly. You’ve already committed a crime.”
The expressionless face of the bald man finally showed emotion… He coldly sneered, then flipped the old man’s grip off his hand, and grabbed his wrist in return.
“No one can judge me… you insignificant human!”
“What?” The old man in the kilt paused, staring at his seized wrist, his eyes subconsciously blinking, then furrowed his brow… His forehead collided hard, directly bumping into the bald man’s nose!
Oof—!
These kinds of collisions look painful! The crowd suddenly gasped in unison!
The bald man in the black robe revealed an incredulous look.
He probably got a bit baffled by the old man’s headbutt, and suddenly, a little nosebleed started trickling down.
The bald man instinctively reached out to touch his nose, looking at the blood stained on his fingertips, a flash of anger passed through his eyes, and a suppressed, deep voice slowly sounded, “Ignorant mortal, how dare you… Oh—!”
Who would have expected this skirt-wearing elderly man to also have a violent temper, as he came forward again with another headbutt, hitting the bald man once more.
“Have you sobered up? Buddy! If not, I don’t mind giving you a few more hits!”
“You… courting death!” The bald man in the black robe uttered in a cold voice. He suddenly reached out his palm opened, facing the skirt-wearing old man, “Under the scorching fire of the sun, repent for the crimes you have committed… mortal!”
The skirt-wearing old man heard this, and subconsciously felt a surge of unprecedented fear – only when he blinked, nothing happened.
Indeed, nothing happened – the black-robed bald uncle only extended his five fingers, seriously… awkwardly performing amidst the crowd, speaking quickly!
“I am a descendant of the great War God Ares! Let the flames between Heaven and Earth punish the ignorant and foolish mortal before me!”
The bald man in the black robe opened his five fingers again, and then pushed forward… nothing happened.
“Brave soldiers of the ancient times… I summon you in the name of the descendant of War God Ares, why don’t you destroy the sinner before your eyes!”
He now grasped his right wrist with his left hand, his right-hand fingers opened once again, and he fiercely thrust forward… nothing happened.
“Endowed with the divine power of the ancient gods… Oh—!”
The skirt-wearing old man most likely couldn’t bear watching anymore, and this time didn’t bother using a headbutt, came up with a simple hook punch, directly hitting the bald man’s abdomen.
Don’t be fooled by the skirt-wearing old man’s age, his thigh exposed beneath the skirt was solid muscle, showing a habit of long-term body exercise… This punch probably packed quite the power.
“War God, is it? Ancient soldiers, is it? Divine power, is it!” The skirt-wearing old man directly choked the neck of the bald man in the black robe, pinned down his body, and punched him repeatedly—until he finally beat the bald man to the ground, eyes seeing stars, unable to crawl up, then tidied up his slightly disheveled skirt and clothes, snorted, and said, “Nutcase!”
Later, the ambulance came and carried away several unconscious young people, then the town’s police arrived, put handcuffs on the bald man in the black robe, and took him into the police car.
The crowd gradually dispersed as there was nothing interesting to watch anymore… Life is like this, the events worth stopping for happen all the time, but are very brief… If nobody cares, who would stop for them all night?
“You brat, don’t cause trouble for me in the future! Study hard and don’t wander the streets late at night!” The skirt-wearing old man scolded the only young person who hadn’t passed out, snorted, and said: “Your dad was never this naughty back in the day!”
He dared not talk back, only nodding continuously with yes-yes gesture.
“Let’s go! Go to the police station to give a statement, I’ll be with you, don’t be afraid! But you need to recite the events in full detail, as they are, no ambiguity! I won’t defend you!”
“Got it, got it!”
Later, the patrol police came and politely invited the skirt-wearing old man to the police car… turns out this old man was once a policeman in the town, just retired now.
He was their former senior… it was said he indeed had a temper back in the day, but had a nickname, called [Good Neighbor Uncle Pick].
After the police car left, even those two Asian youth eating watermelon disappeared without notice… Boss Luo went to the scene of the incident, waved his hand, and suddenly, something slowly rose from one of the nearby sewer covers.
It was a gray crystal… The crystal probably fell into the sewer at some point.
Holding the crystal, Luo Qiu blinked and looked at it, then, as if nothing happened, disappeared into the night streets of the town.
…
“Name! Talk!”
The bald man in the black robe sat silently in the small-town police station office, staring intensely at the surrounding people—especially at the skirt-wearing old man who knocked him to the ground: known as [Good Neighbor Uncle Pick].
Everyone called Uncle Pick an old man enthusiastically… but the bald man in the black robe secretly suspected that this Scottish skirt-wearing Uncle Pick might actually be a powerful old Mage hidden in the world—otherwise, he wouldn’t have been beaten so easily!
It must be so!
The bald man even frantically recalled the events that transpired during his encounter with Uncle Pick in his mind—he suspected this mysterious and strong old Mage secretly dealt him a blow, otherwise, he wouldn’t have become so weak!
He discovered that the divine power from the great War God Ares that remained within his descendants could not be wielded! His body, which should be as durable as steel, easily bled under this old Mage’s fists!
Not only that, but he couldn’t even summon the souls of ancient soldiers to fight for him—he had become just an ordinary mortal!
Even the protection cast upon him by the Dark Lord failed to take effect… This, this world is terrifying!
At this moment, the police asked in vain and could only helplessly look at Uncle Pick.
Uncle Pick shook his head, directly sitting cross-legged in front of the bald man in the black robe, and said in a deep voice, “Out with it, name, address, contact method.”
The bald man in the black robe was silent for a moment, slowly said, “Respected human strong one, forgive my rudeness… may I ask who exactly you are?”
Uncle Pick: “???”
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