Chapter 119 Mediator

"Hey, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

The girl, as soft and delicate as a cat, fell to the ground, rubbing her poorly developed hips with her small hands, as if the fall had broken a thousand of her bones.

"My weak arms and legs can't withstand such a fall. Without a million or eight hundred thousand, I can't get up."

Her voice is cute and playful, and she has short grey hair like a cat. She looks only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"It's the first time I've encountered this kind of thing."

Yao Luo couldn't help laughing. This was the first time he saw someone blackmail him in this way.

The cat girl was just about to pretend to be "seriously injured" on the ground, but she felt as if her body was involuntarily lifted up by an invisible force.

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"It seems that the lady's injury is much better now?" Yao Luo smiled and stretched out his hand to help the cat girl up.

The cat girl's white hood trembled slightly. Although Yao Luo smiled kindly, he seemed like a bottomless demon in front of the girl.

“No matter what tricks this guy used just now, I, the self-proclaimed “Thief of Dusk Street”, couldn’t even detect his actions. No, no, no, it must be because I didn’t eat enough, otherwise how could this happen?”

A series of psychological activities were running rapidly in Padofelice's mind. Looking at the increasingly unfathomable Yao Luo in front of her, Padofelice thought quickly and there was a hint of vigilance in her tone.

"You just came to Dusk Street, right? You don't know how many guys have been targeting you today!"

"I, Padufils, am here to remind you today that your actions today were too blatant!"

"Oh? So, I have to thank Miss Padufils too?"

Yao Luo continued to listen to the girl's words with a smile, but he could hear some sincerity in her words.

“Of course! Why don’t you thank this thief, ah no, Ben, Ben, Ben…” Padufils crossed her arms across her chest and made a smug look, but when the word “thief” came out of her mouth, it was as if she bit her tongue and she couldn’t muster up the spirit anymore.

"Hahahaha!"

Yao Luo laughed heartily. Padufils's demeanor reminded him of a kitten he had at home. It was usually very high-spirited at night, but during the day, it would act dejected because of its reversed schedule. It looked exactly like Padufils in front of him, cut from the same mold as him.

"You, you!" Padufils' face flushed. At first, she did want to remind this stranger, but at the cost of "losing one or two small items on her body."

This will not only leave a deep impression on him, but also allow him to leave this "ominous place" as soon as possible.

Huanghun Street is not a place where good men and women would come. As a lawless area abandoned by the government, fighting and killing are the norm. A pretty boy like Yao Luo who breaks into here is like a lamb that has strayed into a pack of wolves.

In addition, once the guys around saw that it was her who took action, due to her reputation, they would at least not embarrass Yao Luo and would shift their attention to her. In this way...

"Oh, I'm really convinced. You're so shy and it's unbearable to watch!"

Just as the two were talking, the sounds of swords and metal clashing could be heard from the gradually darkening alley next to them.

Bald head, tattoos, a broken water pipe and a stick with twisted thumbtacks tied to it.

There were groups of three or five thugs, who looked like gangsters, and were walking towards Yao Luo from the side.

"Pado, I agreed to let you take the first step because of the help you gave me in the last order." The leader was a burly man with sunglasses and a fleshy face, who walked out with a bloody machete in his hand.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol and complaining sounds came out.

"not good!"

Yao Luo could feel that when this group of people appeared, Padufils's calves began to tremble slightly.

"Well, um, don't worry, Boss. I'm going to take him down soon. Please give me another chance..."

Before Paduo finished her words, a ray of cold light fell on the ground in front of them, and Paduofils quickly hid behind Yao Luo.

"Chance?"

The gangster's eyes seemed to become fierce under his sunglasses. He pulled out a water pipe from the hand of his younger brother behind him and pointed it at the two of them.

"My chance is for you to talk about love?"

The gangster's attitude was very irritable, and he seemed very dissatisfied with Padua's reminder.

"Hey, run quickly. I'll help you buy time. There's still time."

Yao Luo could feel a faint mosquito-like sound coming from his ear. Padufils gently tugged at Yao Luo's sleeve, and seemed ready to run away at any time.

The younger brothers behind them also surrounded them with ferocious looks, as if they wanted to block their retreat.

"I'm really being looked down upon..."

Yao Luo smiled helplessly. It was not because the people in front of him gave him some kind of pressure, but because he hadn't played such a low-level game for a long time.

Yao Luo gently clenched his hands, and the crisp sound of joints cracking came from him. Facing this group of knife-wielding thugs, Yao Luo didn't even need to warm up.

The gangster boss and his entourage looked at Yao Luo as he was about to take action, and the smiles on their faces grew even wider. Once Yao Luo took action, it would not be as simple as just losing some money. His own men were injured, and Yao Luo would "contribute" certain parts of his body as funds for healing. That was not too much, right?
Just when the two groups decided to take action at the critical moment, a cold female voice came from the door.

"Please, stop it."

The sound seemed to have some kind of magic, bringing the moment into incomparable tranquility.

"Ta Tata..."

The heels made a crisp sound on the ground, and everyone's eyes were focused on the door.

A figure appeared from the door of the sanatorium. It was a person who was difficult to describe in words.

The nun's uniform, symbolizing purity and divinity, wrapped around a perfect figure that was enough to tempt people to commit a crime. The cold and aloof expression, as if taken from an angel in a church mural, gave the woman in front of him an air and elegance that was not of this world.

She looks delicate and juicy, and is so weak that she can't even hold a chicken in her hands. She also seems to have a strong sense of faith like a Christian "saint", making her impossible to underestimate.

With her hands crossed in front of her and light steps, the owner of this sanatorium, "Aponia", appeared in front of the two groups of people as a mediator.

　Yes, but later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)