Chapter 162

Chastina waved her hand. "Come with me. It's a bit difficult to get a taxi here."

As she spoke, she pointed to the building in the distance, the same building from which Han Fei had first seen the sign.

"The arena is over there, quite a distance," Chastina explained. "It might take us a while to get there."

"Time doesn't matter, as long as I can see it," Han Fei said dismissively.

As they were talking, a man's voice rang out:

"Where do you want to go?!"

Han Fei turned his head and saw that it was none other than the Kuranta people who had been here before and had been forced back by Texas.

This time, however, he was clearly well-prepared, with the Swarm of people following behind him, including knights in full armor.

Kuranta, the leader, was no longer the weakling he had been. He said arrogantly, "You lot, kneel down, kowtow, and hand over this brat, and I'll let you go."

Clearly, his previous experience did not make him give up; instead, it made him resent Han Fei as well.

Volume 1: Chapter 194 A Typical Passerby, Młynar

"Hey, I have such a bad temper."

Han Fei was amused, thinking to himself, "You local gangs in Kazimierz aren't very polite either."

Having considered this, Han Fei had already made up his mind and asked directly, "Just one more question, is it okay to just kill him?"

Please don't.

Chastina, however, remained calm and advised, "This could cause trouble."

Han Fei glanced around and thought to himself that it made sense. They were still on the street, and although there weren't many people around, there were still a few passersby in the distance who looked scared and dared not approach.

If you were to start doing it right away, it would be a bit troublesome.

So, Han Fei raised an eyebrow and said, "Then let's give them a beating."

Okay~

Theresa responded softly.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

The Kuranta man was furious and shouted, "Beat them to death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a horde of thugs and two knights in full armor surged toward Han Fei, armed with clubs and swords.

"Interesting."

Han Fei's lips curled into a smile as he calmly said, "Buy me a few seconds, Texas."

"Good."

Texas responded immediately.

Immediately, her wolf-headed greatsword appeared in her palm. Instead of retreating, she charged straight forward.

Just as the greatsword clashed with the staff, a young man's voice suddenly came from behind:

What are you doing here?

Han Fei said without turning his head, "Can't you see a fight? Stay away, I don't want innocent people getting involved."

Texas was still engaged in battle; Han Fei had no time to chat with passersby.

Immediately, he flipped his hand, and a Golden Rose appeared in his palm.

"The auction has begun!"

The next second, he took a heavy object from behind.

This scene left Chastina completely dumbfounded, thinking to herself, "I didn't see a shield on your back either!"

"Face me!"

Han Fei shouted in a deep voice, then raised his large shield and charged straight in.

With a loud thud, neither the ordinary thugs nor the two knights in full armor could stop Han Fei's charge.

At this moment, Han Fei was truly like a dump truck, forcefully overturning all those blocking his way!

The Kuranta man was startled at first, then shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Attack!"

However, ordinary mobs were too weak in front of the invincible Shield Dog. In three consecutive hits, all the Kazimierz people who tried to stop Han Fei were overturned by Han Fei alone.

Compared to Han Fei, Texas is much slower.

Ultimately, she couldn't hurt anyone, so she didn't use the blade, but rather the body of the sword to strike.

After a while, the efficiency was naturally not as good as the large shield in Han Fei's hands.

After three elbow strikes, Han Fei stopped moving, coldly staring at the group, and said, "You should be glad this is a street corner, not some dark alley."

The Kuranta man was no longer as arrogant as before. He had called so many people, but none of them were a match for Han Fei. Under that shield, no one could stand still.

Moreover, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Han Fei was holding back; otherwise, those guys who had fallen to the ground probably wouldn't even have been able to get up before their lives were in danger.

Such terrifying power had already made him tremble with fear, and he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, saying, "Yes, yes, sir, you are right. You are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me."

"Leave some compensation, then get out of here," Han Fei said, raising an eyebrow.

Yes, yes, yes.

The man dared not utter a single word of objection, and hurriedly scraped together some money with his men and handed it over.

Han Fei didn't bother with his uncle, took the money, and said directly, "Get lost."

The Kuranta came and went in a hurry, practically tumbling and crawling away.

"OK, now we have money."

Han Fei weighed the wallets in his hands; he didn't care how much money they contained.

The marks in Kazimierz were meaningless to him; they were only needed to cover basic expenses for the next few days.

After dealing with the troublemakers, he turned around and saw an office worker standing not far away, dressed in a very business-like outfit, looking like he had just gotten off work.

If that were all, Han Fei would probably just say a few words and leave.

But what's more, this guy's brilliant blond hair gleamed in the night, and the sword at his waist and the matching yellow ponytail made Han Fei recognize him at a glance.

Wait, isn't this my Uncle Młynar?!

My uncle is a very proper office worker. Although his personal strength is among the top in Kazimierz, he has long since given up martial arts and started a working life of more than ten years without taking a day off.

All I can say is that my uncle is far too dedicated when it comes to working people.

At first, Uncle was quite laid-back, his gaze sweeping over Han Fei and the others. When his eyes landed on Theresa, his left hand unconsciously went to his sword.

As the pinnacle of the Kazimierz Knights, Młynar, though unaware of Theresa's true identity, felt his battle instincts, honed through years of fighting, blazing through his veins—the woman exuded a subtle yet palpable sense of oppression, like static electricity surging in the air before a storm, causing his nerve endings to involuntarily tighten.

This was not something Theresa did intentionally, but rather a natural connection between strong individuals, like two drawn swords that, even when still, will silently probe each other in the air.

Theresa had no intention of clashing with her uncle. She adjusted her sunglasses and said softly, "Hello?"

"Hello."

Młynar removed his hand from his sword. "If there's nothing else, please excuse me."

Han Fei raised an eyebrow and gave him a look, and the three of them tacitly made way for each other.

It must be admitted that this Młynar was indeed extraordinary in demeanor. He strode through the four men with his long legs encased in slim-fitting breeches and a calm expression.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights flowed over his hair, making him look like a knight statue displayed in a museum, not even his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He's clearly just a working professional off work, yet his aura is more imposing than many so-called "knights."

But if you look closely, you can see that the uncle's body was already tense at that time, like a bowstring that was fully drawn, ready to be released at the slightest breeze.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat oppressive.

No one spoke; they simply watched in silence as the "knight" who had just finished get off work disappeared around the corner.

Once Młynar's figure had completely disappeared, Theresa said softly, "This person gives me the feeling of an unsheathed sword. He seems harmless, but in reality, he's just biding his time."

"After all, he is a knight of the Nearl Family."

Han Fei shrugged and said softly, "His father is Cyril Nearl, a famous war hero, no ordinary man."

"I see."

Theresa nodded slightly and said softly, "I've also heard a little about this Cyril Nearl."

After all, she was the former Demon King of Kazdel. As the leader of Kazdel, Theresa's knowledge and experience were unmatched by ordinary Terra.

"Huh?!"

Chastina's eyes widened immediately. "How could that be? He looks so ordinary."

As a native of Kazimierz, Chastina had naturally heard the story of Cyril Nearl.

The old man was incredibly fierce; he annihilated 3,000 enemies with only 46 men, making him famous throughout the land.

"Is it normal?"

Han Fei immediately laughed and said, "Then you haven't seen him draw his sword, oh no, I should say he draws his sword using his Originium Arts."

Hearing Han Fei's confident assertion, Theresa couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "You've seen it?"

"Of course I've seen it."

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Who hasn't seen the unseen glory? I'm still a senior in my major!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his uncle's voice came from not far away:

But I have never seen you.

"Eat?"

Han Fei was startled and turned his head to look. He saw Młynar standing on the street corner, staring intently at the group.

Han Fei never expected his uncle to turn back, and thought to himself, "This isn't how the script is going to go."

Shouldn't my uncle be a lazy bum at this stage? Why is he suddenly turning back?

The uncle, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword, slowly walked up to the group and said softly, "As he said, I am Młynar Nearl."

"Uh, I'm Han Fei."

Han Fei scratched his head for a moment, then said, "If I may ask, Uncle, oops, Młynar, aren't you an old salted fish? Why would you come back?"

"I'm just a little curious."

Młynar's gaze wasn't drawn to Theresa and Texas; it simply landed on Han Fei's face. She said, "I'm pretty sure I haven't seen you before."

"Is that all?" Han Fei raised an eyebrow.

"That's true."

Młynar nodded slightly, then looked at the group of people beside Han Fei and said, "You are not ordinary tourists, and of course, I have no intention of probing your secrets."

"It just so happens that I overheard you talking about me, and you seem to know me quite well."

That's all.

"Then I do know you quite well."

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "You have two nieces, an older brother, and a sister-in-law. Margaret Nearl should still be wandering the wilderness. Oh, by the way..."

Han Fei glanced at Theresa and said with interest, "You might know Margaret Nearl's companions."

"I know him?"

Theresa became somewhat curious.

"She's an outstanding girl from the lineage of the Confessors, codenamed Shining," Han Fei explained.

Upon hearing this, Theresa nodded knowingly.

"You seem to know a lot of things." Młynar looked into Han Fei's eyes. "How is Margaret doing?"

"It should be alright, right?"

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "I don't know the specific details either, but you've been a wandering knight before, so you should know what it's like to travel through Terra."

"Um..."

Młynar nodded slightly. "So, you're not just ordinary tourists."