Chapter 26 Beating up the Unruly People (Page 2/2)
After listening to Priscilla's speech, Frank looked at the female bard with some surprise. He didn't expect that this poet who seemed a little out of touch with ordinary people actually knew a lot of common sense in life.
As for the two methods she mentioned, Frank thought about it for a few seconds and nodded in agreement.
In the Middle Ages, only the inns that did catering business, the truly wealthy lords' homes, and the families of the wealthy merchants had the money to buy a lot of meat.
Ordinary villagers or citizens, even if they wanted to buy meat, they couldn't buy much, they could only buy those pieces of meat that were cut into pieces.
Frank was just about to ask Priscilla to lead the way for him to go to the inn to sell the dog meat and find a place to camp.
Suddenly, a cry of pain came from the front of him, and it sounded like the voice of the little girl Vanessa.
Frank turned around and saw that Mrs. Wendy was supporting Vanessa who had fallen to the ground with a worried look on her face, while Ciri took out her small wooden sword and stood in front of Vanessa and Wendy, looking at a man in ragged clothes with an angry expression.
It seemed that he was the one who pushed Vanessa down and made the little girl fall.
The reason why Ciri did not do anything was that behind the sloppy man, there were also three adult men who looked like hooligans. They all looked malicious and looked at the beautiful Mrs. Wendy, the carriage behind them, and the donkey carrying dog meat.
"Hey! Stranger!"
"Walk carefully, you little bastard has no eyes, you bumped into me and broke my chest bones."
"If you don't give me some compensation, don't think you can just let it go."
Hearing the other party's words and seeing this scene of blaming others, Frank's heart immediately became angry.
Damn, the wizarding world's unruly people are really as bad as they say.
He had just arrived at the human village, and before he even knew the road, he ran into a group of blind hooligans who dared to touch him.
These men probably saw that Frank was only accompanied by a few women and children, and that he was carrying a lot of meat and belongings, and that he was not a local, so they wanted to take advantage of their numbers to extort some benefits.
But they didn't know that they had provoked the wrong person, a bad guy.
Frank was too lazy to say any more nonsense. With a gloomy face, he walked quickly in front of the men.
His right hand punched out like lightning, hitting the sloppy man in the front in the face with a punch, knocking out all his rotten teeth with one punch. His nose, face, and eyes were all covered in blood, and he fell to the ground wailing.
The three hooligans behind him probably didn't expect Frank to be so straightforward and merciless, and they were also a little confused.
However, Frank didn't waste any time. He grabbed a man's arm and elbowed him sideways, breaking his arm. Then, as he wailed, he punched him in the chin, knocking his entire body over.
Before the man fell to the ground, Frank stepped forward and kicked him fiercely in the chest, sending another thug flying several meters away. He fell on a tree and wailed.
In less than ten seconds, three thugs were knocked over, shocking the last one.
He pointed at Frank with a trembling voice and was about to say something harsh.
However, Frank didn't give him a chance at all. He grabbed his outstretched right hand, first folded it in half, crippling one of his arms, and then threw him over his shoulder violently, throwing him five or six meters away, lying on the ground unable to move.