Chapter 14: Mrs. Wendy (Page 1/2)

Although Frank looked quite strong and was wearing a worn-out chain mail,

his immature face was perhaps too deceptive. He did not have the ferocity of a warrior, but rather looked like a noble young master who had come out to train, and he was accompanied by a little girl.

After hearing his domineering speech, the three brothers on the opposite side looked at each other, then laughed, as if they did not take him seriously at all.

Before the eldest of the three brothers could speak, the man standing behind Frank suddenly launched a sneak attack. He opened his arms and rushed towards Frank, as if he wanted to hug him from behind and restrict his movements.

However, what this man did not expect was that his arm had just touched Frank's shoulder when he was immediately grabbed by a strong hand.

Then came the elbow strike and shoulder throw, which is very common in free fighting. The elbow wearing chain mail hit his chest hard, almost knocking the man out of breath.

Before he could react, the man's body flew into the air, and was thrown several meters away by the force of the shoulder throw, and fell on the soil beside him. All the bones in his body were broken, and he could only hold his chest, groaning and trembling on the ground.

"Fuck! Bastard, you dare to hit my brother!"

The man standing on Frank's right saw his brother being beaten. His stupid head did not consider the difference in fighting power at all, and he immediately rushed over.

Then Frank's left hand locked his throat, and his right hand hit him in the face, bang bang bang! Three consecutive punches.

His fists were very heavy. Although they could not be said to break bones, they could definitely make people feel what physical pain was.

Along with the sound of fists hitting flesh, the man immediately let out a painful wail, his nose was crooked, his teeth fell out, and even one of his eyes was swollen, and his courage was also knocked out.

After Frank let go of his hand, this guy was like a pool of mud, covering his face with blood, collapsing on the ground, groaning, and dared not resist anymore.

After dealing with the two brothers, Frank looked up at the boss who was left alone. He saw that the guy was staring with his eyes, his face was a little blue, and his mouth was trembling as he wanted to say something.

He simply drew out the long sword from his waist, and pointed the tip of the sword at the throat of the boss from a distance of several meters. He said in a slightly gloomy tone:

"Take your brothers and get out of here quickly. This time I will give you a chance and I won't really hurt you."

"If you fall into my hands again next time, I will cut off your heads without hesitation."

"Anyway, it's a good thing for trash like you to be killed."

Frank already had several lives on his hands. Coupled with his ruthless performance just now, this threat was very effective. Even the two thugs on the ground who screamed in pain did not dare to scream again.

As the boss, the big beard did not even dare to say a few harsh words. He immediately supported his two brothers and limped back to the refugee camp.

Ciri, who watched the whole process, was not afraid. Instead, she looked up and asked curiously:

"Frank, if they do bad things again, will you really kill them?" Frank

heard this, touched Ciri's head, thought for a few seconds and said:

"Yes, little girl."

"I am different from ordinary demon hunters. I don't abide by the principle of neutrality. If I see some evil people, I will kill them immediately."

"Because, when they become evil people, they are no different from monsters."

"Killing these people is also considered to be fulfilling the duties of a demon hunter."

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Half an hour later, Frank and Ciri moved all their luggage into the farmhouse, and then found some firewood and started to boil hot water, preparing to take a hot bath first, and then enjoy a happy dinner.

However, after a busy time, Frank suddenly found that Ciri's body was too dirty, especially the gray hair, which had been lumped together with the mud. It took a lot of effort to wash it thoroughly, and it was estimated that Ciri could not do it alone.

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