Chapter 117 Provocation

As he stepped into the gate of Golden Harbor, Benjamin was instantly overwhelmed by the noise that hit him.

Huge stone buildings and wooden piers are intertwined and lined up one after another, extending all the way to the coastline.

In the sea breeze, the salty and fishy smell mixed with the rich aroma of spices fills every corner.

In the distance, rough singing and noise came from the tavern, one after another.

Arcane runes shimmered on the gate of the Magic Guild, mysterious and alluring, while the towering temples of the gods emanated a holy glow, forming a sharp contrast with the worldly hustle and bustle.

Benjamin walked silently on the street, observing the people around him.

The streets are bustling with people, a mixed crowd of all kinds, showing off their talents.

The human noble merchants, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with elegant manners and shrewd eyes, were passing by the rough pirates. The pirates had scimitars on their waists, fierce eyes, and revealed a murderous attitude of licking blood from the blade.

Loud-voiced dwarf vendors hawked their wares on the roadside, their voices mingling with the soft conversations of elven rangers. The mixture of various accents formed the unique voice of this port city.

Jemin—or his current disguised name, "Jack"—followed the crowd and headed towards a tavern in the port area that also served as an adventurer's guild.

The wooden sign creaked in the sea breeze, with the words "Drunk Dolphin" written on it in crooked letters.

If it weren't for the adventurer's badge next to it, no one would be able to recognize that this was an adventurer's guild.

Pushing open the tattered door, a turbid smell of malt liquor, sweat and tobacco hit me in the face.

The lights in the pub were dim, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of wooden boards with dirty water flowing all over it, making it look dirty and messy.

Long wooden tables and benches were placed randomly, and groups of adventurers gathered in groups of three or five, making loud noises, bragging about their achievements, or cursing the missions.

The air is filled with repressed violence and the decadent smell of money.

As soon as Benjamin entered the door, he attracted the attention of almost everyone in the tavern. Although the liveliness in the tavern did not change at all, he could clearly feel the gazes of these people looking at him.

After all, the profession of adventurer sounds like it has a lot of freedom, but in fact it has quite large geographical restrictions.

After all, most of the low-level adventurers are not very strong, and they only do low-level jobs like cleaning up the silt in the subway, which is equivalent to the Sanhe God in the other world.

There are only a limited number of jobs in a city, so every newcomer will attract a lot of attention.

Benjamin also knew these things through Jack's memory, but he turned a blind eye to them.

He walked straight to the counter and handed over the folded and somewhat worn letter and the task certificate.

The bartender behind the counter was a fat half-orc. He took the receipt with his stubby fingers, glanced at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he casually threw a few silver coins to Benjamin.

"Mission accomplished, Jack. Remember next time, don't fold the mission letter into this awful shape." The orc muttered.

"Got it." Benjamin responded gruffly, taking the silver coin without even glancing at it.

He turned around and planned to find a corner to sit down and observe the surrounding environment.

The moment he turned around, a thin hand reached out to his waist like a ghost, trying to take away the bag of silver coins he had just received.

This is a common "greeting gift" from the Adventurer's Guild - to test the depth of the newcomer.

Benjamin continued to move forward as if unaware, but his left hand shot back like lightning and grabbed the wrist of the person who was trying to steal.

He applied a little force with his fingers, and with a teeth-grinding "click" sound, the thief's arm was twisted into a heart-wrenching angle.

"Ah!!!" the thief let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His body fell limply to the ground, twitching and covered in cold sweat.

And Benjamin didn't even bother to turn his head, and walked slowly towards the door.

The tavern was suddenly quiet for a moment, and all the noise stopped abruptly.

Too cruel!

That’s too harsh!

However, the adventurers' eyes were not all focused on Jemin. Instead, many of them focused their attention on the table in the center of the tavern.

A tall, burly man with a face full of flesh was sitting there - Carl "The Hammer". He was the local boss of this area and the mastermind behind this gang of thieves.

Generally speaking, once Benjamin has dealt with the person who stole the money, he has passed the test and no one will be so foolish as to mess with him again.

However, his attack was too ruthless. This was not an ordinary response, but a naked attempt to assert his authority!

This would undoubtedly be seen as a blatant provocation by the gang of thieves.

Karl's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. Benjamin's ruthless behavior was undoubtedly a challenge to his authority.

"This kid doesn't know the rules?" Seeing his boss's gloomy expression, another adventurer at the table immediately prepared to stand up and teach Benjamin a lesson.

Karl snorted coldly, stopped his men's actions, and waved his hand with a little reserve: "Alas, he is just a newcomer. He will understand the rules after suffering a little loss in the future."

He is obviously a big and strong guy, but he looks delicate and artificial.

But no one dared to laugh at him. Carl did this just to imitate those "upper class" people. Anyone who dared to laugh at him had already been drowned in the moat.

The others at the table couldn't help laughing maliciously upon hearing this, and looked at Benjamin sinisterly.

They knew that this kid was in trouble.

After understanding their boss's attitude, the others became more open.

On a table near the door, a younger brother suddenly stretched out a strong leg just as Benjamin passed by him, and seemingly accidentally tripped Benjamin's ankle!

There was a barely perceptible sneer in Benjamin's eyes.

He did not stop, and then stepped on the outstretched leg without hesitation!

Snap!

The crisp sound of broken bones was unusually clear in the silent tavern!

The defiant expression on the younger brother's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and distortion.

He let out a scream even more shrill than the previous thief, and fell to the ground like a piece of rotten wood, holding his leg that was twisted at an unnatural angle, rolling on the ground and wailing.

At this point, everyone in the tavern was completely stunned.

It was fine that he attacked the thief before, but now he dared to attack Carl "The Hammer"'s men and even broke his legs?!

This kid is simply crazy!

"Come on! Kill him!"

Carl's face darkened instantly, and he no longer cared about pretending to be a gentleman, but roared heartbreakingly.

Several lackeys around who usually hang out with Karl suddenly became furious, picked up swords and wine bottles, and rushed forward, rushing towards Benjamin!

The corners of Benjamin's mouth curled up, and he looked at the scene in front of him without any nervousness, and even felt a little funny.

Facing seven or eight burly men rushing towards him, he moved around in the narrow space like a ghost.

His moves were simple yet deadly, each punch and kick carrying terrifying power and precise angles.

Bang!

A side kick directly hit the thigh of the fastest rushing man. With a scream, the man's thigh bone broke and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall heavily and sliding down.

Snap!

Benjamin slightly tilted his body to avoid a stabbing dagger, then grabbed the other man's arm with his backhand and twisted it hard, causing the sound of bone breaking again.

"ah!!"

In less than ten seconds, accompanied by the sound of broken bones and screams, the seven or eight strong men who besieged Benjamin all had their thighs or arms broken by him. They piled up in the middle of the tavern like garbage, wailing incessantly.

Because the time was too short, these people didn't even have time to beg for mercy.

The other adventurers in the tavern were completely frightened by the scene before them.

They were originally prepared to watch a good show, but they didn't expect that this new guy was so powerful!

Carl, who was standing behind a group of younger brothers, was fortunate enough to be the only one whose bones were not broken. Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Seeing Benjamin's eyes on the hammer in his hand, Carl dropped the hammer in a hurry as if he was scalded, and did not care about his "dignity" and crawled out of the pub.

Those adventurers who were ready to take advantage of the situation retreated into their seats one by one, pretending not to see anything.

They lowered their heads, staring intently at the wine glasses in front of them, or wiped their weapons nonchalantly, for fear of being swept by Benjamin's cold eyes.

They could even feel the smell of blood and rust in the air, which was the proof of the power that crushed everything.

"Another tough guy has come..." someone muttered to himself, his face turning pale.

"Much more ruthless than Carl the Hammer..."

Benjamin glanced at the people lying on the ground wailing, and then glanced at the trembling "audience".

He didn't do anything else, but walked straight to an empty table and sat down. He picked up a wine-stained cup on the table and poured himself a full glass of ale.

I wanted to take a sip out of courtesy, but seeing the unknown dirt all over the cup, I had to give up.

With a disgusted "tsk", Benjamin put the wine glass back on the table and staggered out of the pub with the same pace as when he entered.

That relaxed back figure made it seem as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial episode.

It was not until Benjamin pushed the door open and left, completely disappearing from everyone's sight, that the pub suddenly became lively again.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to discuss Benjamin who had just left, but instead talked about other topics in a lively atmosphere, as if this could drive away the fear that Benjamin left in their hearts.

As for those unlucky guys whose bones were broken, no one cared about them. In the end, the bar found a few adventurers to throw them out.

As for whether you can survive until tomorrow, it depends on luck.

From this moment on, the Adventurer's Guild of Golden Harbor has a ruthless man who should not be provoked - "Jack".

(End of this chapter)