The Divine Hunter

The food stalls in the northeast corner of Novigrad Market, the baskets of vegetables were kicked into pieces, and okra, turnips, and potatoes rolled everywhere, and the place was a mess.

A man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks squatted in front of the booth, nibbling on a watery white radish with rage.

"Aunt Susie, yesterday the gang gave you extra kindness and gave you a day of grace. If you don't pay the protection fee today..."

Opposite the man, a middle-aged woman with a pale face was huddled in the corner, looking terrified to comfort the crying baby in her arms.

"Let me tell you bluntly, if you don't receive the money, the brothers will become manic and restless, and you don't know the severity of the attack. It's all you need to do. If you accidentally bump into the little cutie in your arms, you will make him feel bad. It's too late to regret."

"Boss Vincent, the money has been taken away by you long ago, and I can't take out a penny now!?" The peasant woman looked up at the man cautiously, pleading with her eyes, "Please, let us go... woo Ugh...the family can't stand the tossing of a few people..."

The area near the food stalls was basically emptied, and the hawkers and market-goers spontaneously stayed away. Occasionally, someone came to take a curious look, and they were immediately swept away by the gangsters viciously.

The security guards at the market also stayed far away.

"Where does the money from selling vegetables go?"

"The business has just opened today, and you are here to make trouble again. As long as normal people with long eyes will not come to patronize, they have not sold anything."

Another gangster rubbed his hands and looked at his accomplice, "If you can't sell it, don't sell it!" Then he suddenly kicked the basket at the peasant woman, making the child cry even louder. "The Novigrad Market is the territory of Boss Willy. If you don't pay the fee, you are not qualified to come in and sell vegetables! Pack up and get out of the way... Are you more conscious, or let the three brothers help?"

The peasant woman's sobbing grew louder, full of despair. She kept casting glances at passers-by for help, but unfortunately only received a look of pity or schadenfreude, and no one dared to lend a helping hand.

"Stop, the three bosses, let's do it." An old voice suddenly came from behind the gangster. I don't know when Old Moore walked to the vegetable stall, sighed, and looked at the embarrassed wife and children's eyes flashed deeply Deep pain, the clenched fist behind his waist slumped and loosened.

He originally wanted to fight with the gangster regardless, but when it happened, he realized the consequences of his impulsiveness.

Behind the three gangsters is the Willie Gang, one of the four major gangs in Novigrad. The boss of the gang is the legendary, ruthless Alphonse Willie, who has countless blood debts.

Old Moore knew that if he dared to resist today, his family would be implicated tomorrow—perhaps it would be cut into pieces, stuffed into a linen bag, and then thrown into the water without knowing it.

"Oh, old Moore, where did you go in the morning? Could it be that you went to the 'Spear Cave' to have fun? Leave your wife and children at the stall, not afraid that they will run away with other men?" A bald gangster with scars He patted Old Moore's face sarcastically, causing the latter's cheeks to turn red, and he bowed his head uncomfortably.

"Boss Vincent, I... I went to raise money in the morning." Old Moore showed an ugly smile, gritted his teeth, took out the money bag, and handed over a crown in pain.

"Are you begging?" The thug named Vincent grabbed the purse, turned it upside down and took out another crown.

"Two crowns in one morning? Old thing, the protection fee is ten crowns clearly marked, which is less than half!"

"But this is all our property." Old Moore put his hands on his chest. "It's been less than a year since my family moved here, and I don't have any other acquaintances in Novigrad, so I really can't borrow any money. If you think it’s too little, let’s give it a grace period of two more days, and when we successfully sell out the food in the food stall, we will have enough money to pay the protection fee…”

Old Moore's attitude was very low, almost nodding and bowing, "The money you take now, just treat me as honoring the three bosses."

Another muscular thug shook his head and squinted at Old Moore, "Are you blind, old man. See we have three here, and two crowns isn't enough to go to the tavern for a few glasses of wine and a piece of meat. "

"You can either give me more money right away," the strong gangster squeezed Old Moore's face, pulling hard to both sides until it was red and swollen, and then slapped him so hard that he almost knocked him to the ground. "Or take your wife and children and get out of the market immediately."

Old Moore hung his head and said nothing.

"Hey, Daniel, I've said it several times, try not to beat the elderly, or you accidentally kill someone, and the boss will have to wipe your ass."

Vincent of the sharp-mouthed monkey gave a sinister smile,

"Old Moore, your current situation is quite bad. But for the sake of being an honest person, I will give you a free suggestion and teach you how to make money..."

The man glanced at the baby boy with red lips and white teeth in the peasant woman's arms, and said with a half smile, "As far as I know, in order to expand his 'begging force', the beggar king is vigorously recruiting his subordinates, whether they are disabled, homeless, or children. He doesn't dislike it... Your child is very lovable, and training should be able to impress some women who are too motherly. Why don't you give the child to the beggar king and exchange money. "

The muscle gangster added, "If you can't bear it, we can do it for you!"

"Your wife can also rush to work in a gold-selling cave like the 'Spear Cave'," another bald-headed gangster glanced at the peasant woman holding the child, "Although she is older, she is well-maintained and her skin is well maintained. It's pretty smooth, and maybe some rich people will like this one."

Old Moore's face changed greatly, and Susie, who was holding the child, turned pale for a moment.

The child is handed over to the beggar king? Either disabled begging children or trained to be pickpockets.

Sell ​​your wife to the spear cave, even if he's a beast, he can't do it!

But the three gangsters in front of them didn't seem to be fake,

Old Moore was convinced that these three bad ass puss guys would do anything for money.

"The three bosses, can't you really leave me a way out?"

"Old man, don't know how to flatter," Vincent scolded, "do as we say, then everyone will be happy!"

Old Moore was silent for a long time, and just when the gangster was about to lose his patience, he suddenly spoke in a low and frightening tone, "Three bosses, for the past six months, you will come to our food stall to collect protection fees twice a month, while other stalls only Take it once."

"We have never complained. Now that half a year has passed, do you think it is not enough?"

"The skin is itchy again, how dare you tell me about what happened half a year ago?" The gangster with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks suddenly became furious and kicked Old Moore to the ground with one foot. There were exclamations all around him, but he turned a deaf ear.

Old Moore curled up on the ground, and he kicked his stomach again, causing the opponent to twitch like a boiled shrimp hugging his stomach. Vincent stroked the opponent's back nervously,

"Old Moore tells you the truth, the protection fee business in the market will be completely handed over to the butcher boss soon, so we have to hurry up and improve the efficiency of collection."

"And half a year is far from enough to repay your debt. Think about it, how did those two witchers break the rules of the gang to protect you, and how much damage did they cause to the brothers?"

As the man spoke fiercely in the tone of memory, a trace of fear and hatred flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help touching his left knee. He would never forget those two witchers from the Viper School, with amber eyes and ghosts. With his skill, he beat more than 20 brothers all over the floor looking for teeth.

At that time, his knee was also slashed by the witcher's steel sword, leaving an old wound, which would be excruciatingly painful every time it rained.

And at that time, Boss Willie was busy fighting for territory with the "Butcher", and he didn't have time to take care of the two witchers, causing his subordinates to suffer a dark loss and lose face.

This is the last half year of uninterrupted harassment.

Tormenting people to the point of collapse is exactly what the boss loves to watch.

"Now that the witcher is gone, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with the gang?!" Vincent raised his voice in a low voice and kept asking, "Unless you have the ability to call out those mutants. ."

"Call!"

"Snapped!"

"Tell you, that group of mutants have no feelings, maybe they have completely forgotten you! Accept your fate!"

"Please don't hit me!" The woman's screams and wailing, the baby's cries were intertwined, and the gangster couldn't help laughing happily.

"By the way, old man, I heard from other traders that you have an eldest son who is a mercenary?"

Old Moore bit his lip, struggling to get up from the ground, but was stomped on his back by Vincent, and he fell down weakly.

Vincent smiled and said, "Very good, if he comes to Novigrad, he will also be 'grandly welcomed' by his brothers... By the way, I will share most of the debt for you, let me calculate, at least I have to pay it back..."

The man pretended to pinch his fingers and came to a conclusion, "For a lifetime, haha! Your eldest son has to work for the great Alphonse for a lifetime."

"You can't wait that long, chop!" Suddenly a cold, bone-piercing voice came from the back of his neck, and Vincent shuddered like an electric shock.

His whole body froze suddenly, like a mouse encountering a natural enemy, and his whole body was enveloped by an indescribably strong hostility.

He still had a playful expression on his face, but he couldn't open his mouth or make any movements.

The next second, a sharp pain suddenly came from the top of the head, and the gangster felt an irresistible force grabbing his hair. The Moore family fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Who? Let go... It hurts!" Vincent called out like a pig, and then his eyelids twitched. Out of the corner of his vision, he caught sight of two brothers in the other gang, who were also handed by a majestic figure in a gray cloak. One dragged his hair like a dead dog to the side alley of the market.

Step out a few steps, moving as fast as the wind.

He looked up, and a pair of iconic vertical pupils came into view.

"Mutant?"

"Witcher! Ah!"

With unwilling and terrified screams, the three thugs were dragged into the dark alley outside the market in the blink of an eye and without any resistance.

...

Old Moore felt his body light up, recovered from the severe pain, opened his eyes, and a familiar face appeared in front of him. , much more handsome.

"Cough, cough... Are you... Roy?" Old Moore couldn't believe it.

"Dad, Susie, I'm sorry for making you wait so long." The young witcher took off his hood and hugged his slightly trembling thin body tightly. , woman trembling with excitement.

"I'm here, never have to worry again."

"From now on, no one can bully you!" The witcher's eyes flashed fiercely, "Neither the emperor!"