Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 504 - 294: Magic Crystal Cannon Bombards the City_2

Chapter 505: Chapter 294: Magic Crystal Cannon Bombards the City_2

It doesn’t make sense! As a distinguished Spring Noodle Hands, my movements are as fast as lightning, as flexible as a rope, and as swift as the wind. Even a Great Swordsman would find it hard to keep up with my movements. Could it be, all these people possess the sharp perception of a Sword Saint?

“Kid, what are you planning to do?” Luther asked, a little surprised yet also somewhat excited. A thief! In his life, he had never encountered a thief, let alone one bold enough to steal from him. My god, this was thrilling! frёewebηovel.cѳm

“Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to steal something. I messed up, my apologies. Can you let me go?” the thief said with a smile, although there was no sign of remorse on his face.

Luther was puzzled. “Letting you go just like that? Aren’t you a thief? Why should I let you go? Shouldn’t I take you to the sheriff?”

The thief laughed. “The sheriff? I know him, and I often get to meet him, but if you don’t let me go now, you’ll never see him.”

Instantly, Luther noticed that several strangers had casually gathered around them. He couldn’t help but laugh and squeezed with his hand.

With a heartbreaking scream from the thief, Luther had turned his wrist into a real noodle, with the bones inside probably crushed into powder.

“Great, not going to see the sheriff? Then I can handle this myself.” Luther sneered, grabbed the thief’s other hand, and gave another squeeze. Now the thief had two real noodle hands.

Not only did Luther take action, but he also did so viciously. He relied purely on brute strength and showed no sign of energy radiating from him. To others, it looked like he had merely pinched the thief a couple of times.

Why not use his energy? Of course, he was afraid to scare others.

Several strangers who approached them quickly changed their expressions, reached into their clothes, drew out sharp spikes, and began to circle around them.

Without any defenses, if these people were to stab them with the spikes, most would not be able to withstand the attack.

A brawny man with bulging muscles appeared behind Luther and stabbed with his spike.

A soft little fist whacked the outside of his thigh. Little Angel’s height only allowed striking at that level without jumping.

It didn’t matter where the punch landed. The brawny man cried out in pain, as if slapped by a massive bear. Amidst the sound of cracking bones, he went flying through the air.

He collided with a nearby stand, knocking over a table and smashing through a mud wall. He ended up lodged in a hole, unconscious and silent.

Little Angel was excited and raised her fist, screaming triumphantly.

Even after receiving help from Little Angel, Luther didn’t feel elated. He shouted like a bigger kid whose toy was stolen, “No help needed, I got this…”

Before he could finish his sentence, another figure collided with a man who was approaching. The guy was sent flying.

A quick glance was enough to identify this figure as Little Zombie. Instead of attracting attention by armorizing, Little Zombie simply used his tough, resilient flesh, charging like a tank.

Luther didn’t dare to continue speaking. One more word, and he would lose all of his hair.

After a messy brawl, Luther, Little Angel, and Little Zombie, using their clumsy methods, managed to take down seven or eight gangs of thieves. Despite holding back a lot, with three of them taking on seven or eight gangs, holding back was of no use.

At the end, Luther didn’t even need to muster up any effort. He just allowed the opponents to strike his soft and weak body. The thrill stimulated them into thinking they could win, and they brawled for several minutes. By the time they were too exhausted to lift their arms, Luther finally brought them down.

It was pitiful! It was like they were forced into this. As someone who just wanted to live a quiet life, it was truly difficult to find a fight with their Lord Ange.

Their brawl attracted everyone’s attention. Unlike in other places where people would flee, the people here seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. They made an arena by forming a large circle and watched enthusiastically as they munched on snacks.

“Oh my, they are struggling to deal with a few thieves. These outsiders are in trouble now.”

“Those thieves must be from the Noodle Brothers Association, right? I heard that the president of the Noodle Brothers Association has connections with the Canglong Pirates?”

“Let me tell you a secret. The leader of the Canglong Pirate Group is the younger brother of the president of the Noodle Brothers Association. They aid each other in their work, one robbing in the sea while the other deals in illegal goods on the island.”

“Really? So what’s with these thieves?”

“It’s all part of the illegal trading. What’s the difference between the stolen and the robbed? So, they support more thieves to earn some extra cash.”

“Doesn’t the sheriff care?”

“Of course, they care! If someone catches a thief, they will step in, initially arresting you and verifying your identity. If you’re a worthless mercenary or small businessman, they won’t let you go unless you’re bankrupt.”

“Uh, I was asking, don’t they care about these thieves?”

“Haha, 40% of the thieves’ loot goes to the Noodle Brothers Association, another 40% to the sheriff, and only the leftovers end up with the thieves. Why would they even care? As long as the victims aren’t noblemen, high-ranking officials, or big merchants, they would not bat an eye. However, since these fellows have been beaten, the sheriff will soon step in.”

Before the conversation was over, a troop of fully armed soldiers led by the sheriff push through the crowd, encircled Luther and Little Angel, shouting, “Who’s causing this public brawl here! Arrest them all and bring them back!”

“Right, right, arrest them. These thieves dared to steal from me, umm… they stole from me, what are you arresting me for?” Luther asked in disbelief.