"Master, they are coming towards us." The soldier reminded in a low voice.

But before Zuo Si could say anything, the fat man recognized him at a glance, and immediately came over with the help of two slaves, and asked in a very friendly and impolite tone: "Hey! Kid! Did you see that damn black bitch?"

"First, I don't call you 'hey' or 'little devil'. Second, even if I saw it, what obligation do I have to tell you? Most importantly, didn't your parents teach you what manners are?"

Zuo Si raised his head, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

If the other party asked in a nice tone or was a little polite, he wouldn't mind helping out.

But the problem is that this fat guy's mentality has obviously collapsed.

Coupled with the severe pain in his lower body, he couldn't stay calm at all, and his temper became extremely irritable.

When it comes to those guys who only take their anger out on others because it’s all their own fault, Zuo Si always adheres to the principle of “I’m not your father, so I won’t spoil you.”

What's more, the soldiers in heavy armor had already stepped forward at the first opportunity, raised their shields, drew their swords, and assumed a fighting stance.

"You...what do you want to do?"

The fat man was obviously frightened and stepped back quickly.

His other guards, servants, and slaves also rushed over.

A guard wearing armor and holding a scimitar seemed to want to show off in front of his employer. He immediately waved to several companions to surround the soldier together, sneering and threatening: "Although I don't know who you are! But now you'd better put down your weapons, kneel on the ground and apologize to my master. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, the soldier interrupted him in a tone without any emotion: "How about otherwise?"

"Humph! If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment. Brothers! Go ahead! Give him some color!"

The enraged guard immediately brandished his scimitar and launched an attack at the same time as several other companions.

The weapons in their hands shone silvery in the moonlight as they chopped down in unison.

The next second...

The soldier, like an iron tower, suddenly raised his shield and slammed hard.

Bang! The two guys in front of him stumbled back, unable to keep their balance, and fell heavily to the ground with their backs facing the sky.

The huge power gap between them was clearly revealed in just one encounter.

At the same time, the soldier's other hand held a long sword and stabbed out at lightning speed.

It pierced the chest of an unlucky guy on the spot, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The thick leather armor he wore could not withstand the piercing blow of the +1 longsword.

Anyone who is not blind can understand that this guy's heart has been pierced and there is no way he can be saved.

As for the other two guards, although they took this opportunity to cut the soldiers' heavy armor, they did not cause even the slightest damage.

It only left an inconspicuous scratch on the surface of the solid armor.

The amazing defensive power of the full body armor against slashing and piercing damage was fully demonstrated at this moment.

In the next few seconds, the soldier was like a Terminator. He first turned around and beheaded the guy who attacked him from behind with a sword.

He then turned around and grabbed another guard who was wielding a scimitar, and broke the man's neck with his terrifying grip strength.

This was not the end! When the last two enemies who had fallen got up from the ground and tried to escape, he charged after them and killed them with his martial swordsmanship.

In less than half a minute, all five guards were killed!

The soldier's breathing wasn't even disordered, as if he was just doing warm-up exercises.

The blood-stained helmet and heavy armor made him look suffocatingly oppressive.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The heavy sound of steel boots hitting the ground caused the remaining guards, servants, and slaves to collapse in fear on the spot. They didn't care about the fat man who was sitting on the ground and trembling all over, and they fled in all directions.

"No! No! No! You can't kill me! Otherwise Clive will not let you go!" the fat man shouted at the top of his voice.

"Clive?"

The soldier stopped the sword in mid-air when he was about to chop down. He turned sideways and looked at his master, waiting for his decision.

"Kill him! This bastard is my enemy's subordinate! Since I have met him, there is no reason to let him go."

The leader of the Thieves Guild, Aipke, expressed his attitude directly.

By repeatedly interrogating the captured rat leader, he had undoubtedly figured out who had been behind the plot.

"Then kill him."

Zuo Si shrugged indifferently.

After receiving the order, the soldier immediately completed the execution that was halfway through.

moment!

This fat man weighing more than 300 pounds had his head chopped off.

Dark red blood gushed out from the carotid artery in the neck, quickly dyeing the surrounding ground red.

Even a large pool of accumulated plasma may form.

After collecting some of the remaining mana from the corpse, Zuo Si immediately asked with interest, "Why are you here?"

"Hahaha! It's all because of the information you provided! This time I finally caught Warren Paris, that bastard who never paid protection money. Guess how much money I got from him, including principal and interest?" Apke asked back with a big laugh.

He was obviously in a very good mood at the moment, and the fat all over his body was shaking with laughter.

"50,000?"

Zuo Si reported a relatively conservative number.

After all, the Thieves Guild of Calimport does not pursue a "drain the pond to catch all the fish" strategy.

Instead, it will leave enough profit margins for merchants and small vendors to ensure "sustainability".

"80,000!"

Apke gestured a higher number with his hand, and then continued in an extremely happy tone: "I will never forget the wonderful expression on Warren Paris' face at that time! Thank you, Lord Soth. If it weren't for you, it would not be easy to catch this cunning old fox. Here is a reward of 40,000 gold coins, please be sure to accept it."

After that, the guild leader waved his hand and signaled one of his men to bring over a leather bag filled with gold coins and bills of exchange.

Coincidentally, this leather bag was exactly the one Zuo Si used to buy the little devil.

It turned around and returned to his hand.

"Then I will refuse it disrespectfully."

Zuo Si did not refuse and chose to accept it without hesitation.

Because this is what he deserves.

The man named Warren Paris will probably never know.

Why was it that as soon as the auction ended, the Thieves Guild that controlled the dock came with people and attacked, armed to collect protection fees?

The most important thing is that this time the collection of principal and interest directly wiped out his previous successful "tax evasion" results.

I guess they are searching the entire ship right now, looking for possible traitors.

Anyway, Warren Paris and his team's capture and trafficking of slaves was not a good thing in itself, so Zuo Si felt no psychological pressure at all when he took advantage of the situation.

All in all, he not only got a little devil for free, but also earned an extra 35,000 gold coins.

As for whether the other party will track down the most suspicious "Master Hardman" in this auction...

Let them investigate.

By the time they really found out something, Zuo Si had already left Calin Port and followed the caravan on the journey to Askatla.

Given the reality that there are many city-states and a loose national ruling structure along the west coast of the continent of Faerun, as well as the rampant bandits, evil organizations, and monster tribes, finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

(End of this chapter)