Chapter 204: The Un-gentlemanly Siwen

Siwen, who had returned to Star City from the forest, hadn't seen dawn yet; the tightly closed city gate refused his request to enter, which made him, covered in wretchedness, even angrier.

Looking at the fifty-meter-high city wall in front of him, Siwen gave up the idea of climbing up—it wasn't that he couldn't, it was just too stupid to do so!

There were many tattered shacks at the foot of the outer city wall; those were the places where beggars, vagrants, night-soil collectors, and even thieves who didn't have property in the city stayed.

Siwen found a relatively complete shack, kicked the owner out without ceremony, and planned to stay here until dawn when the city gate opened.

The owner, who had a knife scar on his face, looked at the huge double-edged battle axe on Siwen's back and very sensibly shut his mouth, fawningly giving up the shack.

Siwen kicked over the dirty bed in the shack and sat on the only stool in the room; the stinging pain coming from his shoulder made his expression even gloomier.

Those damned dwarves actually appeared just before he was about to succeed; Siwen cursed the inertia of the plot in a low voice, which caused the first-merit reward he was about to get to fly away.

Killing Baixue, Siwen felt he could rely on this first merit to be promoted to the Sixth Tier, plus the Queen's reward.

Siwen seemed to see himself building his own Traveler force, making a name for himself on the world stage, and chatting and laughing with the big shots of world-class organizations like the "Illuminati," "Dragon Spear," and "Wuzhan Alliance."

"No! Let me go! I'll give you money; this is the reward for helping others wash clothes yesterday, take it all, let me go! You can use the money to find the streetwalkers in the back!"

"Slap!"

"Don't make noise, if you make noise again, I'll kill you and your son! What is this little money enough for? I'm going to do you today!"

Two noisy voices pulled Siwen out of his beautiful future fantasy. Hearing that hoarse male voice, he immediately recognized it as the unlucky guy he had kicked out of the shack.

Clearly, this guy was venting his unhappiness on someone else.

"Boom!"

The furious Siwen kicked open the door of the shack without ceremony, and the sound became clear immediately—it was coming from the third tattered shack next door.

Such shacks clearly weren't soundproof, but the people around tacitly chose silence. Siwen even caught a glimpse through a crack in the wall of the shack next door of a woman trying hard to cover her child's ears and mouth, for fear of causing trouble.

In this dead silence, the sound was particularly harsh, completely disrupting Siwen's beautiful fantasy.

He walked to the door of that shack in two or three steps, easily pulled open the tattered wooden door with one hand, and threw it away.

Sure enough, the unlucky guy he had kicked out was pulling at a woman.

The woman's clothes were disheveled, her face full of tear stains, and a clear slap mark made half of her cheek swell; she was struggling desperately, wanting to break free from the other's control. She held a few copper coins tightly in her hand, clearly the reward for washing clothes just mentioned.

In the corner, a thin little boy curled up into a ball, his face pale, his eyes full of fear. He hugged his knees tightly, as if this could make him disappear from this terrible scene.

Siwen's appearance instantly froze the air in the shack. The unlucky guy froze for a moment, then squeezed out a fawning smile: "Lo... Lord, why are you here? I was just... just joking with her..."

The woman took the opportunity to hide to the side, trembling to protect the little boy, her eyes full of both fear and a glimmer of hope.

Siwen stared coldly at the unlucky guy, his voice low and dangerous: "Joking? Looks like you haven't learned what 'get lost' means."

He picked the man up like a chicken, slapped him twice, and threw him to the ground.

Hmm? The resentment caused by the failure to hunt down Baixue dissipated a bit, and his mood felt much better!

This time, Siwen revealed a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Pitter-patter! Thump! Thump! Slap..."

Siwen tried hard to control his strength to prevent himself from beating this guy to death with too much force.

"Ah! Big brother! Big brother! Spare me! Ouch! Ah... I won't dare again! I won't dare again!"

Siwen didn't care about the unlucky guy's words; he didn't care what these NPCs had done, as long as he could make him scream and make his mood comfortable, then he had his value!

Naturally, he didn't have any feelings for the gratitude and worship of the mother and son on the side.

"Ah~! Don't, don't hit me! I beg you!"

As a veteran Fifth-Tier expert, Siwen had unparalleled control over his strength, but the unlucky guy was just an ordinary street hooligan, so he naturally couldn't withstand Siwen's ravaging.

As time passed, the unlucky guy's screams and pleas became weaker and weaker, and even the eyes of the mother and son in the room changed from gratitude and worship to fear and terror!

Not only them, but the surrounding shacks were all quiet, and no one dared to make a sound, for fear that this terrifying evil man would find them.

Fortunately, dawn finally arrived!

Siwen walked out of the door while pinching the unlucky guy's neck, and sure enough, he saw the soldiers at the city gate slowly opening the gate. Siwen, who had vented his anger, felt much more comfortable and was just about to enter the city when he found that the soldiers opening the gate were facing a great enemy, retreating one after another with their long spears raised.

Immediately after, a stumbling figure rushed out from the half-open city gate.

Looking closely, this person was covered in large and small bright red mushrooms, as if escaping from some strange dream. He ran while making vague groans in his mouth.

Years of mission experience made Siwen judge at the first opportunity that this was likely an important plot character, and might even trigger a valuable side mission.

Because this person actually had four Entries on his head—an Intermediate expert!

And one of the Entries was an occupation Entry like 【Witcher】; it might even be the key to the mission.

Hehe, there is an old saying in China. An old man losing his horse might not be a bad thing!

His heart was overjoyed, and he was just about to rush up to strike up a conversation, but he saw the strange person suddenly widen his eyes after seeing Siwen, and without hesitation, took out a shotgun and aimed it at Siwen, pulling the trigger.

"Gun?" Siwen's pupils shrank, and alarm bells rang in his heart, "No, this is not a plot character! So cunning, this Traveler actually didn't hide his Entries!"

He dodged the bullet at the first opportunity, and Siwen threw the unlucky guy in his hand toward the cunning Traveler opposite.

"Bang!"

The cunning Traveler actually didn't dodge this strike, and the two collided and rolled into a ball.

At the same time, the mushrooms on that person's body exploded one after another, and a burst of red smoke spread out.

"A trap! Good guy, really cunning enough!"

Siwen didn't dare to be careless, took down the double-edged battle axe from his back, and retreated several steps cautiously. ===== CHAPTER 205 =====