Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

At first, Luna didn't think much of it. She had seen other customers, mostly from the arena, who basically stared at the girls' breasts and buttocks. Especially... if they won in the arena, their actions became even more savage.

There was no time to wait for them to go to other rooms; he simply dragged the girl into the pool. After being scolded by the head maid, she sheepishly climbed out and went to find her own room.

Compared to them, at least this foreigner was a little more polite and didn't pull me into the pool.

but……

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Renfeng continued to stare intently at her hand, his gaze burning, while the atmosphere gradually shifted.

Not far away, the bathhouse maids in her class all pretended to be very busy. Some even picked up brushes and pretended to be scrubbing the floor, refusing to leave and secretly watching them. Amidst their soft laughter, an irrepressible curiosity could be heard.

Surrounded by them, the girl felt increasingly ashamed. Her hands, which were originally nothing special, seemed to have become something shameful, and she wished she could hide them as soon as possible.

She suddenly felt that even if she were dragged into the pool like those arena fighters, following the procedure, it wouldn't matter. At least that way, the other girls would think it was normal and nothing worth watching.

"If... if you don't mind..."

Luna wiped the sweat from her forehead, mustered her courage, and bit her lip hard. "I can come to the pool too and wash your body."

After saying those words, the blush on her face had spread all the way to the roots of her ears.

The girl was very shy, and this was practically the most subtle hint she could give. She simply couldn't bring herself to say anything more explicit.

"No need, I can soak it myself for a while." Zhang Renfeng's tone was very calm, and this calmness made Luna feel relieved but also a little frustrated.

Since I've decided to stay here, I'll experience what I'm meant to experience sooner or later.

Rather than fearing that the next guest might be a rude and violent fighter, it's better to just give up on the idea with him. At least he seems like a decent person; he doesn't seem like the violent type...

Despite saying that, the girl didn't have the guts to directly invite him, so she could only keep her troubles to herself while massaging his shoulders.

“They seem very curious.” Zhang Renfeng glanced at the girls chatting and laughing nearby. When they saw him looking at them, the girls laughed even more enthusiastically, as if they had seen some rare animal. “Does this happen often?”

"Not really...that often! Strange foreigners like you...are quite rare!"

Luna wiped the sweat from her face and let out a long sigh.

Because Zhang Renfeng's muscles were too stiff, it felt like she was kneading a rock, and she quickly became exhausted. Too tired to even bother with any particular posture, she simply changed to a side-sitting position, which would be more convenient when exerting force.

"What a strange foreigner..."

Zhang Renfeng smiled enigmatically, “But in my opinion, you ‘locals’ are the strangest.”

"Just like you, your hands are so soft and delicate, they don't look like they're used to doing rough work."

"..." Luna stopped moving, and the way she looked at Zhang Renfeng became somewhat strange.

“Especially in a bathhouse like this, where the steam is so strong, if you work here for a long time, your fingers should easily get wrinkled, peeled, or develop calluses from being soaked in water, but you don’t have any of these problems at all.”

Zhang Renfeng turned his head and continued, "And your companions... I don't know if they've actually done any work, but generally speaking, they wouldn't be laughing so happily."

"What exactly is the purpose of this city?"

----

A burst of noisy voices came from the corridor not far away.

"Where are they? Ugh... Where did everyone go?!"

Chapter 774: It's also about socializing.

Before even seeing a figure, just hearing the voices caused the girls' expressions to change, and the previously relaxed atmosphere immediately became somewhat tense.

Luna's movements stiffened visibly for a moment, and Zhang Renfeng noticed that she had a subconscious urge to get up and run away. But quickly, as if she had thought of something, she forcefully stopped her body's instinctive reaction and continued to mechanically repeat the kneading motion.

A menacing figure stumbled in through the main entrance to the hot water pool.

What impressed Zhang Renfeng most was his thick beard, which looked stiff and coarse, and could even be braided like his hair. Because his face was so rugged, full of flesh, and with a scar above his right eye, it was difficult to judge his age from his appearance.

He was short and stout, like a taller wooden wine barrel, and he himself was like a barrel; even before you got close, a strong smell of alcohol wafted over you. His eyes and expression both showed signs of intoxication, and he even held a bone-white ox-horn cup in his right hand.

Before he arrived, the glass was probably full, but he spilled wine as he walked, and by the time he reached the hot water pool, there wasn't much wine left.

But Zhang Renfeng also noticed that although he was unsteady on his feet, he maintained his balance very well. If it were an ordinary person, even if they wanted to launch a surprise attack on him in this situation, the result would most likely not be good. Although his limbs were not particularly long, his muscles were quite solid, making him look like a balloon filled with muscles.

……

"Hiccup—!" He noticed the only person soaking in the pool, half-closing his eyes, walked to the edge of the pool, and as if deliberately trying to disgust Zhang Renfeng, let out a drunken hiccup and whispered, "I heard that last night, more than four thousand beggars suddenly appeared in this great city."

"And there's this pretentious bastard, who acts like a wild dog that doesn't know any rules, biting anyone he sees..."

"That's you, right?"

“Mr. Bartók, please don’t make things difficult for us.” The head maid of the bathhouse quickly stepped forward, but dared not stop him, only explaining, “Mr. Henderson arranged for them…”

"Ha!" Bartók interrupted her explanation with a cold laugh before she could finish, "I see you're becoming more and more unruly."

"Those pretentious poets can be set aside for now; after all, they did make some small contribution to this city."

"And you! As the manager of the bathhouse, you actually allowed this stinking fellow to bathe in the same pool as the great and glorious arena warriors... This is blasphemy! You have desecrated our glorious battles, injuries, and bloodshed in the arena!"

……

"boom---!!"

Zhang Renfeng started with zero frames, suddenly sprang into action, turned around, and delivered a punch before the water even splashed out, instantly smashing his head.

In an instant, Bartók's head and above vanished, transformed by immense force into a viscous substance that poured down like a torrential rain, covering the entire bath and even the walls. The headless body froze for a moment, then collapsed backward with a thud, crashing into a pool of blood.

The girls, sheltered in their greenhouse, had never seen anything like this before. A few seconds later, they all screamed in horror.

Miss Luna, who was closest to the victim, clutched her heart and was scared to death.

----

"Huh? You yellow-skinned barbarian?" Bartók provoked. "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?"

……

Zhang Renfeng glanced at him expressionlessly, then slowly relaxed her clenched fist in the hot water.

As for reasons... he could have a thousand reasons to throw that punch, but there was only one reason not to.

Supplies.

He had already sent Angel Eye back for help, and on the train, he had shared some of his cards with Zhang Renfeng. Zhang Renfeng wasn't worried at all about whether he would encounter any problems going back alone, such as what to do if he ran into another typhoon.

Angel Eyes also guaranteed it would take three days.

He has the ability to travel day and night without eating, sleeping, or resting; not only can he do this, but he can also make his horse do the same.

In short, he assured Zhang Renfeng that he would send the information back to Baiju Town in the shortest possible time and get all the people who needed to be contacted to come.

However, even with the Sanyuan Group's mobilization capabilities, gathering supplies, loading them onto trains, and transporting them here via rail would be no easy task, taking at least several days. In other words, for a considerable period, he and these four thousand-plus people, most of whom were elderly, weak, women, and children with no fighting ability, would have to rely on Oak City's aid to survive.

In this situation, one cannot just think about one's own enjoyment; one must consider the bigger picture.

Regardless of who Bartók is, killing him here will certainly cause his diplomatic relations with Oak City to deteriorate rapidly.

For now, their group is able to camp peacefully on the mountainside, albeit in harsh conditions, but at least they can survive. You see, Mayor Norton wanted to kick them out from the very beginning; it was only because Zeta's guarantee was so powerful that they were allowed to stay.

Slaughtering everything in his path and breaking through the impasse purely through force isn't impossible, but it would put Zeta in a very passive position. Zhang Renfeng didn't like this; it would be unfair to betray someone who had once helped him.

not to mention……

With so many elderly, weak, women and children with you, if things really come to a head, are you really capable enough to ensure that they are not threatened in the slightest?

Hong Zhong died long ago.

Once you understand this, you'll understand many things.

……

Thinking of this, Zhang Renfeng's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"I don't want to provoke you." He slowly stood up from the hot water pool and said in a deep voice, "Since you want to use this place, I'll leave."

“Ha, that’s more like it, you yellow-skinned bastard.” Bartók said in a rough voice, his tone sneer, “Get lost.”

He raised the horn-shaped glass and, with a whoosh, splashed the remaining ale in it all over Zhang Renfeng's face.

"..."

"What, you're not convinced, you yellow-skinned bastard? You should thank me." Bartók seemed very pleased with this move. Despite the height difference, his eyes were full of mockery and provocation as he looked at Zhang Renfeng. "This is high-end craft beer. Someone like you can't even get to drink it normally!"

Having said that, he suddenly thrust both hands out and shoved Zhang Renfeng hard in the chest, intending to make him fall flat on his face and lose all face as a way to end this humiliation.

"Thump—!!"

My hand feels numb.

hard!

This feels off.

Bartók was instantly sober. The impact sent his body sliding uncontrollably backward for over ten meters. The bath floor was already slippery with steam, and he tripped over a wooden basin used for scooping water, falling hard with a thud.

Looking at Zhang Renfeng again, he still stood there expressionless, like a silent wall.

"You bastard—!!"

Having fallen hard in front of everyone, Bartók was furious and embarrassed. As he got up, he grabbed the wooden tub that had tripped him and was about to throw it at Zhang Renfeng.

Before he could throw the wooden basin, another hand reached out from behind and grabbed his wrist.

Chapter 775: The Midnight Swordsman

"Mr. Middlenight?"

In the instant he turned around, Bartók made an astonishingly quick change of expression, his fierce and angry face instantly vanishing, replaced by a somewhat fawning smile.

For some reason, just a few seconds ago, Zhang Renfeng thought he looked rather ruthless, the kind of enemy you could "fight for fun if you had nothing else to do." But the moment that smile appeared on his face, Zhang Renfeng completely lost interest in him.

In his mind, this kind of sycophantic and bullying guy would automatically be reduced to the level of a stray dog ​​on the street, deserving only to be kicked to death.

Correspondingly, his attention was quickly diverted to the owner of the stray dog.

Compared to Bartók, Mitnet was the complete opposite: tall and strong, with rugged features, noble blond hair, and rather sinister triangular eyes. His arm span was much longer than average, almost reaching his knees. Not only that, his muscles were quite defined, and perhaps due to physical gifts, his wrists were also much thicker than average.

On the lower right side of the ring fingers of both hands, there is a faint protrusion, which is a callus left from holding weapons for a long time.

Behind Middlenight followed several men. From their gait and posture, Zhang Renfeng could easily tell that they were all trained, specializing in cold weapons. Clearly, Middlenight held the highest position among them. Like the alpha wolf in a pack, his entrance was always surrounded by admirers, occupying the most conspicuous spot.

Actually, Middlenight's appearance is slightly different from that of the natives of America. If you had to say, he looks more like Theon.

But to Zhang Renfeng, they were all blond-haired, blue-eyed Caucasians, and he couldn't tell them apart.

Steam rose, obscuring the expressions on their faces.

but……

Zhang Renfeng subconsciously licked his lips, already starting to get excited, and a smile involuntarily curled up at the corners of his mouth.

When he realized it, he found that his fists had been clenched unconsciously.

……

He was observing the other person, and the other person was also observing him.

Midnight remained motionless, his eyes half-closed, like a wary jaguar. From the moment he saw Zhang Renfeng, his brows had been furrowed and never relaxed. Bartók, who had just provoked them, was now much more subdued, getting up and silently joining his leader's group.

No one spoke for a long time.

What should have been a relaxing and soothing bath has now become a dangerous scene fraught with peril.

Facing these hostile and provocative gazes, Zhang Renfeng was not only unafraid, but even laughed—it had been almost five years since he mastered his martial arts and had fought in the arena, and this kind of atmosphere was truly something he hadn't felt in a long time. Being surrounded by this group of people made him feel much younger.

"What should I call you?" After a long silence, it was Midnight who spoke first, breaking the silence.

So the girls in the bathhouse breathed a slight sigh of relief; at least with that tone, a fight was unlikely to break out.

"Just call me Zhang," Zhang Renfeng said dismissively, somewhat disappointed.

“Zhang.” Midnight glanced at Bartók behind him. “Just now, my companion spoke rudely to you. He said some unpleasant things, I hope you won’t take it to heart.”

“‘Not nice to hear’…” Zhang Renfeng’s lips curled into a cold smile, naturally understanding the unspoken meaning behind his words.

The "unpleasant" part likely refers to Bartók's recent comment that they were a group of beggars, but it's merely "unpleasant" in itself.

In other words, Midnight also considered them beggars, but criticized Bartók's remarks as too direct and unpleasant to hear.

Boring.

I'm so bored.