Chapter 117

Stepping into the city gate of Golden Port, a clamor rushing toward his face instantly submerged Jie Ming.

Huge stone buildings and wooden trestle bridges were intertwined, row upon row, extending all the way to the coastline.

In the sea breeze, the salty, wet, and fishy smell was mixed with the rich scent of spices, filling every corner.

In the distance, rough singing and clamor came from the tavern, one after another.

Arcane runes flickered with a faint light on the gate of the Magic Guild, mysterious and alluring, while the towering temples of the gods emitted a sacred radiance, forming a sharp contrast with the secular clamor.

Jie Ming walked silently on the street, observing the surrounding crowd.

The bustling crowd shuttled on the street, a mix of fish and dragons, with all kinds of people showing their true colors.

Human nobles and merchants in gorgeous clothing, elegant in demeanor and shrewd in eyes, brushed shoulders with rough pirates; those pirates had scimitars tucked at their waists, their eyes fierce, revealing the murderous aura of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

Loud-voiced Dwarf vendors were hawking on the roadside, their voices mixed with the soft whispers of Elf rangers, and various accents were mixed, constituting the unique sound section of this port city.

Jie Ming—or rather, his current disguise name "Jack"—walked along the crowd toward a tavern in the port area that also served as an Adventurers' Guild.

The wooden sign creaked in the sea breeze, with "Drunken Dolphin" written on it in crooked characters.

If it weren't for the adventurer's badge next to it, I'm afraid no one would be able to recognize that this was an Adventurers' Guild.

Pushing open the dilapidated gate, a turbid aura mixed with malt ale, sweat, and tobacco rushed toward his face.

The light in the tavern was dim, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of wooden boards, on which dirty water flowed wantonly, appearing dirty and messy.

Long wooden tables and benches were placed at will, and groups of adventurers were in groups of three or five, shouting loudly, either boasting about their battle records or cursing the missions.

The air was filled with oppressive violent factors and the decaying smell of money.

As soon as Jie Ming entered the door, he attracted the attention of almost everyone in the tavern. Although the liveliness in the tavern did not change in the slightest, he could clearly feel the gazes of these people looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, the profession of adventurer sounds quite free, but in fact, the regional restrictions are quite large.

After all, the vast majority of bottom-level adventurers are not strong, and they all do low-level work like cleaning the silt in the sewers, which is equivalent to the "Sanhe Great God" of another world.

The work in a city is limited, so every newcomer will be highly concerned.

Jie Ming also understood these things through Jack's memories, but he turned a blind eye to them.

He walked straight to the counter and handed over the somewhat worn-out folded letter and mission certificate.

The bartender behind the counter was a fat half-orc. He took the certificate with his short, thick fingers, glanced at it, and after confirming it was correct, threw a few silver coins to Jie Ming at will.

"Mission completed, Jack. Remember next time, don't fold the mission letter into this ghostly shape." The half-orc muttered.

"Got it." Jie Ming responded in a rough voice, took the silver coins at will, and didn't look at them much.

He turned around, intending to find a corner to sit down and observe the surrounding environment by the way.

Just as he turned around, a small, thin hand reached toward his waist like a ghost, attempting to steal the bag of silver coins he had just received.

This was a common "greeting gift" in the Adventurers' Guild—testing the depth of newcomers.

Jie Ming continued to walk forward as if he hadn't noticed, but his left hand reached back like lightning, grabbing the wrist that was attempting to steal.

His fingers exerted a slight force, and only hearing a tooth-aching "crack" sound, the thief's arm was twisted by him directly into a heart-palpitating angle.

"Ah!!!" The thief let out a heart-piercing scream.

His body fell down softly, twitching on the ground, sweating profusely.

And Jie Ming didn't even bother to turn his head, walking toward the door unhurriedly.

The tavern fell silent for a moment, and all the clamor stopped abruptly.

Too ruthless!

The move was too ruthless!

The adventurers' gazes were not all focused on Jie Ming; instead, many people's gazes were concentrated on the table in the very center of the tavern.

A tall, burly man with a face full of horizontal flesh sat there—"Hammer" Carl, who was the local snake in this area and also the mastermind behind this group of thieves.

Generally speaking, having dealt with the money-stealer, Jie Ming could be considered to have passed the test, and no one would open their eyes to provoke him again.

However, his move was too ruthless; this was not an ordinary response, this was a naked display of power!

Without a doubt, this would be regarded as a naked provocation by the thief gang.

Carl's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it; Jie Ming's ruthless approach was undoubtedly challenging his authority.

"This kid, doesn't know the rules?" Another adventurer at the table, seeing his boss's gloomy expression, immediately prepared to stand up and teach Jie Ming a lesson.

Carl snorted coldly, stopped his subordinate's action, and waved his hand with a hint of reserve: "Sigh, just a newcomer, he'll know the rules after suffering a bit later."

Clearly a burly guy, but he was acting in a delicate and pretentious manner.

However, no one dared to mock him; the reason Carl did this was to imitate those "upper-class" people, and everyone who dared to mock him had long been sunk in the moat.

The others at the table couldn't help but laugh maliciously upon hearing this, and they all looked at Jie Ming gloomily.

They knew this kid was going to be unlucky.

Understanding their boss's attitude, the others became a bit more open.

At a table near the door, a younger brother suddenly stretched out a thick leg as Jie Ming passed by his side, tripping toward Jie Ming's ankle as if unintentionally!

A hint of imperceptible mockery flashed in Jie Ming's eyes.

He didn't stop his pace, and then stepped on the extended leg without hesitation!

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone fracture was exceptionally clear in the silent tavern!

The provocative expression on the younger brother's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and distortion.

He let out a scream even more shrill than the thief before, and the whole person fell to the ground like a piece of rotten wood, holding the leg that was twisted at an unnatural angle, rolling on the ground, wailing endlessly.

Now, everyone in the tavern was completely stunned.

It was one thing to deal with the thief before, but now he dared to move against "Hammer" Carl's people and even broke the person's leg directly?

!

This kid is simply crazy!

"Get him! Kill him!"

Carl's face turned black instantly, and he couldn't care about playing the upper-class person anymore, roaring heart-piercingly.

Several dog-legged guys who usually hung out with Carl turned red-eyed instantly, grabbed knives, swords, and wine bottles, and swarmed toward Jie Ming!

Jie Ming hooked the corner of his mouth, looking at the scene before him, not only without the slightest tension but even finding it somewhat funny.

Facing seven or eight burly men rushing up, his figure wandered in the narrow space like a ghost.

His movements were simple and fatal, every punch and kick carrying terrifying power and precise angles.

Bang!

A side kick directly hit the thigh of the burly man who rushed the fastest. Only hearing a scream, the man's thigh bone snapped in response, and the whole person flew backward like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall heavily and sliding down.

Crack!

Jie Ming's body tilted slightly, avoiding a dagger stabbing over, grabbed another person's arm backhand, twisted it fiercely, and the sound of bone cracking came again.

"Ah!!"

In less than ten seconds, accompanied by successive sounds of bone fractures and screams, seven or eight burly men who besieged Jie Ming were all kicked to break their thighs or arms by him, piled up in the center of the tavern like garbage, wailing endlessly.

Because the time was too short, these people didn't even have time to beg for mercy.

The other adventurers in the tavern had already been completely scared out of their wits by this scene.

They had originally prepared to watch a good show, but didn't expect that this newcomer's strength was actually so strong!

Carl, who was standing behind the younger brothers, was fortunate enough to become the only lucky one who didn't have his bones broken. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva with difficulty.

Seeing Jie Ming's gaze placed on the hammer he was holding in his hand, Carl threw away the hammer in a panic as if he had been scalded,

and couldn't care about his "majesty," running out of the tavern crawling and rolling.

Those adventurers who were originally ready to move and take advantage of the fire shrank back into their seats one by one, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

They lowered their heads, staring fixedly at the wine glasses in front of them, or wiping their weapons as if nothing had happened, for fear of being swept by Jie Ming's cold eyes.

They could even feel that the air was filled with a bloody and rusty smell, which was the proof that power crushed everything.

"Another ruthless character has come..." someone muttered in his heart, his face pale.

"Much more ruthless than Hammer Carl—"

Jie Ming glanced at the crowd lying on the ground wailing endlessly, and swept a glance at those "audience" who were trembling.

He didn't make a move again, walked straight to an empty table and sat down, picked up a cup stained with wine stains on the table at will, and poured himself a full cup of malt ale.

He originally wanted to take a sip to fit the scene, but looking at the unknown dirty things stained all over the cup, he had to give up.

With a disgusted "Pfft," Jie Ming put the wine glass back on the table and left the tavern swaying with the same pace as when he entered.

That relaxed back seemed as if everything just now was just an insignificant little episode.

Until Jie Ming pushed the door and left, completely disappearing from everyone's field of vision, the tavern "boomed" and became lively again.

Everyone tacitly did not discuss Jie Ming who had just left, but used the enthusiastic atmosphere to tell other topics, as if this could drive away the fear that Jie Ming left in their hearts.

As for those unlucky guys who had their bones broken, no one cared about them, and finally the bar found a few adventurers to throw them out the door.

As for whether they could live until tomorrow, that depended on luck.

From this moment on, the Adventurers' Guild in Golden Port had one more ruthless person who could not be provoked—"Jack."