The man's tone was as calm as if he were saying "The weather is nice today", but the content of his words made Galin's blood run cold.
Because Galin could see it from his eyes... Those gray eyes didn't have any warmth that belonged to humans, but instead revealed an almost beast-like madness.
He is not kidding, there is a high probability that the person in front of him will really do this!
"You... who are you..." Galin squeezed out a few words through his teeth with difficulty, and at the same time, his right hand quietly touched the spare dagger behind his waist. "Let me go, and I can give you money... a lot of money...
"Money?" The man with the burned face tilted his head. This action made the scars on his face twist into a weirder shape. "How much can you have?"
"You can have as much or as little as you want...
"Forty thousand Gold Dragon."
"Wha... what?" As soon as this number came out, Gaelin's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he was wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.
"Can't you even get 40,000 Gold Dragon?"
The man seemed disappointed, then grinned, his smile full of sarcasm, "Then what are you talking about to bribe me?"
Madman.
As soon as these words came out, Galin immediately concluded that the guy in front of him was a complete lunatic!
Forty thousand Gold Dragon?
If I had forty thousand Gold Dragon, would I still be struggling to assassinate Oberyn?
Crazy!
But even though he thought so in his heart, Galin's movements with his hands were not slow at all.
He pushed up with his left hand fiercely, trying to break away from the iron-like hand. At the same time, he pulled out the dagger in his right hand from behind his waist and stabbed the opponent's abdomen fiercely!
This blow was fast, accurate, and ruthless. He had practiced it countless times, and countless people had been killed by this move.
But today, he encountered a completely different opponent.
The man with the burned face didn't even hide.
He just slapped it casually with his free hand.
Snap!
Galin felt as if his wrist had been hit by a battering ram, and his bones made a clear cracking sound. The dagger flew out of his hand, spun a few times in the air, and then stuck on the ground outside Ganbu. The handle was still shaking slightly.
"Uhhh!!!" Galin screamed, but was quickly interrupted.
It's a real interruption.
Because the man's face was burned, he used his right hand hard and slammed his head to the ground!
Bang!
The sound of his forehead hitting the stone slab was dull and solid. Stars flashed in front of Galin's eyes. The bridge of his nose felt severe pain from breaking. Warm blood spurted out from his nostrils, covering his face.
"I just said it." The man with the burned face knelt down and put his terrifying face in front of Galin: "I want you to be quiet."
Seeing this, Galin was not ready to give in and tried to struggle, but the opponent had already released his grip on his head and slapped him instead.
This slap...
When Galin thought about it later, he felt that it was a blessing from the gods that he could survive, because that was simply not the power that humans should have!
When that big hand slapped his face, Galin felt like his whole head was going to fly out, and his ears were buzzing.
Immediately afterwards, he was even slapped and rolled three times on the ground before he stopped. When he stopped, he could no longer distinguish between east, west and north. He only knew that the sky was spinning, the ground was spinning, and the whole world was spinning.
"Cough... cough..." Galin lay on the ground, vomiting out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth.
He reluctantly raised his head and looked at the man with the burned face with his right eye that could still be opened.
The opponent stood still, not even moving.
The midday sun shone from behind him, giving his whole body a golden outline, but his face was still in shadow, looking hideous and terrifying.
"Who the hell... are you..." Galin hissed, every word dripping with blood.
The man with the burned face didn't answer.
He just slowly pulled out the sword from his waist.
It was a two-handed giant sword with a broad blade and a cold edge. The hilt was wrapped with badly worn leather. The sword looked extremely heavy at first glance. Ordinary people would need both hands to lift it, but in this man's hands, it was as light as a straw.
"Wait a minute!" Seeing this, Galin panicked even though his head was still groggy, and quickly raised his hands to beg for mercy, "Wait a minute!
We can talk, I can give you whatever you want!"
"Save it, you poor guy who doesn't even have 40,000 Gold Dragon."
The man ignored him, just sneered, drew his sword and kept walking towards Galin.
At this moment, four people suddenly rushed out from the shadows on both sides of the street.
They were Gailin's companions, and they were also the assassins who had been ambushing nearby to assist him. According to the plan, if Gailin missed or there was too much movement, they should show up to support him.
Now, they show up.
These people were obviously well-trained, and they quickly dispersed as soon as they appeared, surrounding the man with the burned face in a fan shape, blocking all escape routes.
There was also a man holding a crossbow who had cocked the arrow and pointed the tip of the arrow at the target's heart.
Seeing this situation, Gai Lin felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Four against one, and has long-range weapons.
No matter how powerful this man with the burned face is, he will never win...
Probably.
Boom!
Crossbowmen are the first to attack.
The bowstring vibrated, and the crossbow arrow left the string and shot directly into the chest of the man with the burned face. The arrow was fast and accurate. It was less than twenty steps away and it was almost impossible to dodge.
But the man with the burned face didn't even hide.
He just raised his left hand and held it in front of his chest with his wrist guard.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound of metal collision. The crossbow arrow bounced off the steel wristband, the arrow bent, and fell to the ground feebly.
The crossbowman was stunned. His crossbow arrow could penetrate the mail within fifty steps, but it couldn't even penetrate the opponent's wrist guard?
Just as he was stunned, the man with the burned face moved.
That's not the speed humans should have.
One second he was standing there, and the next he was rushing in front of the crossbowman. He didn't even swing the giant sword, but simply thrust forward like a spear.
Pfft.
The tip of the sword penetrated the crossbowman's chest and came out from the back. The man looked down at the sword blade on his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then he fell softly.
The man with the burned face drew his sword and turned around.
Only then did the other three people react and rush forward with roars.
However, facing the joint siege of three enemies, the man just grinned.
From the beginning to the end, in less than ten breaths, three more corpses appeared on the ground.
Clean, efficient and terrifyingly efficient.
Each sword goes straight to the point, without any unnecessary movements or fancy skills. It is as simple as Butcher slaughtering livestock, Farmer harvesting wheat, or someone picking apples.
Galin lay on the ground, watching this scene, his whole body felt cold.
It's not like he hasn't seen masters before.
He had worked as a Mercenary on the other side of the Narrow Sea for two years. He had seen the water dancers of Braavos and also met the Warrior of Dothraki, but no one could give him such a sense of fear.
"You..." Galin trembled. Seeing the man walking towards him again, looking at the half-burned face, a name suddenly flashed in his mind. "You... you are...
Just then.
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
"Hands up!"
Chaotic footsteps and shouts came from both ends of the street.
Like all classic plots, when things are almost coming to an end, the golden robe finally arrives.
Two teams of golden robes, about thirty people, came from both ends of the street to surround him.
They were obviously attracted by the sound of fighting. After all, in broad daylight, Silk Street was not as lively as at night, but there were still many pedestrians.
The series of fights and screams just now were enough to attract the attention of the patrol.
"Put down your weapon!" A man in gold robe who looked like Squad Leader shouted sharply, pointing the tip of his sword at the man. "Now!"
The other golden robes also raised their weapons, and with just one command, a dozen spears would immediately pierce the opponent's body.
However, the man did not move.
He just stood there, with the giant sword hanging by his side, the tip of the sword dripping with blood, and the midday sun shining on him. Half of his face that was burned, and the several corpses beside him, looked even more ferocious and terrifying.
For a while, the scene was deadlocked.
"You..." Squad Leader, the golden robed man, obviously recognized Oberyn, and his face changed drastically. "That's Prince Martell! You attacked the prince?!"
After all, according to the scene... several corpses, a seriously injured Prince of Dorne, and a survivor lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, he should be a retainer.
The only one standing there was a man with a burnt face holding a huge sword and looking ferocious.
The conclusion seems obvious.
"It's not me." The man finally spoke, his voice still hoarse. "It's them."
As he said that, he pointed to the corpse on the ground and then to Galin.
"Nonsense!" Another man in gold robe shouted, "The prince is covered with wounds, you are the only one standing here, and there are so many corpses. It is obvious that you attacked the prince and then killed these people who came to rescue him!"
A very reasonable guess.
At least that's what it seems on the surface.
The man was silent.
He looked at Oberyn on the ground, then at Garin.
Then, he put the giant sword back into the scabbard on his back, turned around, and faced the golden robes head-on.
This action completely exposed his face to the sun, and every detail was extremely clear.
When that face appeared in front of everyone's eyes, there was a gasp of air from the golden robe team.
Several young soldiers turned pale and subconsciously took half a step back.
Even experienced soldiers would feel uncomfortable seeing such an ugly and terrifying face.
But Squad Leader did not retreat.
He stared at that face, his eyes opening wider and wider, an expression of disbelief on his face.
"You...
..."Squad Leader's voice was trembling: "You are... a hunting dog"!"
That's right.
This man is Sandor Clegane, the hound who has been away from King's Landing for several months.
"You know me?" The hound raised his eyebrows.
"Blackwater River." Squad Leader swallowed. "Battle of the Blackwater Rush... I was on the right side of the city gate, and I saw you guarding a tower alone, killing more than twenty Stannis's soldiers... and then you rushed out covered in blood and faced the king."
He didn't finish what he said. After all, what happened at that time was not too pleasant, but the atmosphere did relax a little.
We know each other and have fought side by side, so at least they can't be completely regarded as enemies.
But at this moment, someone in the team had a different opinion.
"Captain." A middle-aged soldier said hesitantly, "After he left King's Landing, the royal family issued a wanted order... saying that he insulted King Joffrey in public and threatened to...
He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear: Sandor Clegane was a wanted fugitive.
Squad Leader's expression changed.
Indeed.
The Hound shouted the classic "Fuck the King" to Joffrey Your Majesty who was still alive at the time in public after Battle of the Blackwater Rush, and then walked away.
The royal family did issue a wanted order. Although it is not the highest priority, it is a wanted order.
What to do now?
Arrest him?
Just these twenty people?
Look at the four corpses on the ground. They were all killed by one blow, cleanly.
The Hound was one of the strongest Warriors under the Kingsguard back then. Looking at his skills now, not only has he not regressed, but he is even more terrifying.
Let him go?
Then if the superiors investigate, I will be derelict in my duties.
Squad Leader is in a dilemma.
He was thinking quickly in his mind: the Prince of Dorne was assassinated, the suspect was suspected to be the former Kingsguard "Hound", and there were many dead at the scene... This case was too big for him to handle alone Squad Leader.
"First... control the scene first." Squad Leader finally decided to take the safest approach and ordered his subordinates, "Send someone to report to the Red Fort, and then send someone to the Capital Guard Headquarters. Others, stay alert and don't act rashly."
Then he looked at the hunting dog, swallowed his saliva and ordered, "You... don't move yet, wait until the people above come."
The hunting dog said nothing.
Because there was the sound of horse hooves coming from the other side of the street.
The rapid sound of horse hooves came from far and near, and soon a group of riders could be seen galloping towards them.
There were about ten people, all riding strong horses, led by a black horse. The people on the horse were wearing dark clothes, and their cloaks were flapping in the wind.
The golden robes turned around cautiously, but when they saw who was coming, Squad Leader showed an expression of relief on their faces.
No, even joy, happier than seeing my biological father.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Squad Leader shouted to his subordinates, and he quickly rushed forward to greet them.
"Ser Corleone!" Squad Leader saluted and reported quickly, "We discovered that Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne was attacked and was seriously injured and unconscious."
"There were five bodies at the scene, as well as one survivor... and this...
"Sandor Clegane Ser, he is also at the scene and is suspected to be the murderer."
"I'm not Ser"." Hound corrected.
Hearing this, Corleone nodded, got off his horse, pointed at Galin and asked, "Who is this person?"
"I don't know, but he is still alive, so he should know something." Squad Leader said.
Corleone walked directly and raised his arm to Rorge behind him.
Seeing this, Rorge grinned, showing his yellow teeth, walked up to the golden robes, and opened the money bag, which was full of Gold Dragon, shining in the sun.
"Brothers, thank you for your hard work." Rorge's voice was rough and unpleasant, but his tone was surprisingly kind. "It's noon, it's not easy to patrol on such a hot day. It's a small thing. Let's buy some wine."
As he spoke, he began to give out money to each golden robe. Each person received more than ten Gold Dragon, which was definitely considered generous.
When it was the captain's turn, Rorge simply stuffed the money bag and the remaining Gold Dragon into the opponent's arms.
And the smile on Squad Leader's face was even brighter, just like a daisy in early spring.
That's why he was so happy when he saw the person coming was Corleone.
In King's Landing, everyone now knows that as long as you do things for Black Hand Mafia, the benefits are absolutely indispensable. Sometimes, Ser Corleone's orders can even arrive faster than the Prime Minister.
"Leave it to me, captain." Corleone's voice was still calm. "You continue to patrol, I will personally report this matter to Ser Adam and Lord Tywin."
"Don't worry, the credit still belongs to you, I'm just helping to deal with the aftermath."
This was a very beautiful statement. It not only gave money and steps, but also promised credit.
"Then----that's trouble for Ser Corleone." He put away Gold Dragon and saluted. "We will continue patrolling. If necessary, call us at any time!"
After speaking, he waved his hand and quickly left the scene with his men.
The whole process was neat and tidy. The twenty people were all evacuated in less than a minute, without even taking a second look at the corpse.
This is the power of money and power.
Only Corleone's people, the Hound, Garin, and the unconscious Oberyn were left at the scene.
Corleone squatted down, checked Oberyn's injuries, and found that the other person was only breathing. After quickly helping him stop the bleeding, he ordered Rorge to send someone to carry him back to House of Order.
Then, he knelt down and looked at Galin.
The bridge of the nose was broken, the left side of the face was swollen, the wrist was broken, and there were many scrapes and bruises, but they were all skin injuries and not fatal.
Corleone then walked towards the hunting dog.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and the hunting dog grinned. "You're late, Vito·Corleone."