Chapter Sixteen Street

  After seeing Jackson, John calmed down and said to Lucien: "You haven't received formal training, so remember not to panic, and strike steadily and accurately. They are at most carrying daggers, as long as you make full use of the length of the wooden stick, they won't be able to get close. Also, don't stop, run while hitting them. There are many of them, once they surround you and attack from different directions, you will have no way to resist."

  He tried his best to remind Lucien of all the things he needed to pay attention to, lest he become flustered or launch a rash attack.

  Lucien nodded in agreement and replied humorously, "Don't worry, John, I'm a brave warrior who has been through the witch's secret chamber."

  John said no more, and the two men shouldered their sticks, lest they attract attention from passers-by on the opposite side of the way, and quickened their pace towards Jackson and his companions.

  This is a street in the Market District, only ten minutes away from one of Aaron's gang strongholds. It was very bustling with merchants, adventurers and mercenaries coming and going, so John and Lucien's approach did not arouse Jackson's suspicion.

  A few steps away, Lucien and John exchanged a glance, pulled out the wooden sticks behind their backs, gripped them tightly with both hands, and rushed towards the two black-clad thugs who were lagging behind.

  Lucien recognized this as the previous gangster who had kicked himself away, causing him to miss his chance. Rushing closer, he swung his wooden stick and viciously struck at the man's head.

  Not strong enough, not trained enough, what Lucien learned from the recent battles, apart from being calm and accurate, is that he must be ruthless. Once he makes a move, he absolutely cannot show mercy, or else he will end up being at a loss.

  The whirring sound of the wooden stick alerted the gangster, but at such a short distance, he only slightly turned his head before being hit by the stick.

  With a loud thud, Lucien's stick landed heavily on his earlobe, causing him to see stars and pass out, falling to the ground.

  On the other hand, John was not as ruthless as Lucien. He did not aim for the head, and his hands grasped a wooden stick like giant swords, striking the right arm of that black gangster.

  Although not malicious, as a formal knight attendant, John's strength far surpassed Lucien's. With this one blow, the black guard was knocked flying into the air and landed on the ground with his arm severely swollen and his right hand temporarily losing its ability to move.

  Lucien knocked down a black gangster with one stick, and didn't stop, running around the periphery, swinging his head at another black gangster who heard a strange noise, turned his head to look back, and heavily hit his face.

  The gangster's henchman fell backwards, two streams of blood rising up and tracing a zigzag pattern in the air.

  He didn't pass out directly, but the intense pain and buzzing head made him roll around on the ground.

  By this time, the gangsters in front had completely reacted and Jackson saw that there were only two people with Lucien. His eyes turned venomous and he signaled for the remaining twelve thugs to surround them.

  Their daggers flashed out, reflecting the morning sun and sending off a cold glow.

  Lucien firmly remembered the principle of never stopping, irregularly running around the periphery, sometimes forward, sometimes to the left, and sometimes even running back. Once an opportunity was found, he immediately counterattacked, relying on the length advantage of the wooden stick to fiercely hit the gangsters' heads, necks, and other vital parts.

  The most crucial thing about this tactic is that you can't panic and you can't be greedy, even when the enemy has already split up and surrounded you from several directions.

  The street was very wide and long, the surrounding pedestrians had scattered and fled, as long as they didn't crouch in a corner or entangle with the same enemy, plus those led away by John, the four or five black-clad thugs chasing Lucien were completely unable to block off Lucien's escape route.

  Of course, this is a great test of physical strength, and ordinary people can't last more than a few minutes.

  Soon, another blackguard lay on the ground, but Lucien noticed that John was surrounded on the other side!

  Although he was stronger than Lucien and had taken down many of the gang's henchmen, John hadn't intended to finish them off at first. After knocking out five or six of them, he didn't let them lose their fighting strength, but instead was pinned to the ground by them, with his left hand pulling out a dagger and stabbing towards his ankle and other places. In order to dodge, he accidentally got surrounded, with his running space getting narrower and narrower. If it weren't for his agile body and formidable swordsmanship, he would have been stabbed by the five or six daggers surrounding him long ago. His situation was already precarious.

  Lucien hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and charged forward, swinging the wooden stick at the back of one of the thugs surrounding John.

  "Watch out!" "Johnny!" The three black-clad thugs chasing Lucien yelled loudly as they ran, alerting their companions.

  The gangster named Johnny reacted quickly and dived forward, causing Lucien's wooden stick to swing into empty air.

  But at the same time, this also gave John an opportunity to break out of the encirclement. He swept his wooden stick horizontally in a circle, forcing others back, and was about to run away from Johnny's side.

  Johnny sprang up and stabbed at John's back with his dagger, while the three black-garbed thugs who had been chasing Lucien were now almost upon John from in front.

  However, after forcing Johnny to fall over, Lucien did not rush away as before, but instead stayed in place, and the wooden stick swung just in time, heavily hitting Johnny's back.

  With a dull thud, Johnny fell to the ground, even the dagger slipped out of his hand and flew away, unable to stop John from running away.

  But this way, Lucien was surrounded by the black gangsters who had previously besieged John and could only run back and forth in a narrow range.

  With a "tsk" sound, Lucien only felt a burning pain in his back, knowing that he had not dodged in time and was slashed by the dagger, but Lucien did not give up or panic, because from Gari and others, he roughly understood the strength of a formal knight attendant, especially this knight attendant would not hold back again.

  In a gang of thugs, there definitely won't be anyone with such strength, they would have become leaders long ago.

  John ran and hit, every time he made a move, it was accurate and ruthless. Unlike Lucien, even if he found an opportunity, the stick might not necessarily hit the target, and even if it did, it might not necessarily hit the vital spot, causing the opponent to lose combat effectiveness. As soon as John made a move, it would inevitably be accompanied by the cry of a fallen gangster.

  In just a few seconds, the black-garbed thugs chasing John were lying all over the ground.

  After taking care of those few, John immediately came to assist Lucien. Jackson saw the situation and realized that he was incredibly powerful. The remaining four thugs were probably unable to stop him, so without thinking much, they turned around and escaped. On the street ahead, there was a stronghold of Aaron's gang. As long as they could escape there, gather people, and let those two bastards taste what it means to be in pain.

  With a crack, Andrei, who was surrounding Lucien, was directly knocked unconscious by John. The remaining three saw Jackson escape and some immediately lost their will to fight, wanting to follow him in escaping. Others had a surge of ferocity, wielding their daggers even more viciously, adding another wound to Lucien's right hand, with fresh blood slowly seeping out.

  Biting back the pain, Lucien fully trusted John and took a step forward. With the length of the wooden stick, he knocked down the thugs in front of him to the ground. The ferocious thugs who had lost their will to fight were then struck down by John with a single swing, crying out in agony as they fell to the ground.

  "Are you okay?" John asked Lucien with concern.

  Lucien shook his head: "Nothing, go after that guy."

  Then the two of them grabbed wooden sticks and chased after Jackson, at this time, Lucien had some inexplicable associations in his mind: "It feels like Young and Dangerous."

  Jackson had run for a distance, but after becoming the leader, whether it was fighting or exercising, he became less frequent, and his body also gained some weight. His speed was no longer as good as before, more importantly, John was an official knight attendant, tall and long-legged, and with just over a dozen strides, he was getting closer and closer to him.

  "Just a little more, just a little more..." Jackson saw the end of this long street and kept encouraging himself.

  Unfortunately, John didn't necessarily have to rely on speed to win over his self-awareness. Seeing that the distance was suitable, he directly threw out the wooden stick in his hand and heavily hit him on the back, causing his internal organs to roll over, stumbling and falling to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

  Then John rushed up and stepped on his back with his right foot wearing knight boots.

  Lucien had been beaten up before and now had two more wounds, his physical strength was already exhausted, after more than ten seconds, he finally ran over, panting heavily.

  Just as Jackson was about to threaten Lucien, he heard John panting with laughter and saying, "Give him one for me, it's payback for hitting you before."

  "Hah, good." Lucien calmed his breathing and raised the wooden rod high while John nudged Jackson's body with his foot, flipping him over.

  "You dare..." Jackson's shocked and angry words were cut off as he saw Lucien's wooden stick swing down and hit him squarely on the side of his face.

  Several teeth flew out, blood splattered everywhere, Jackson's painful cry was choked in his throat, his ears buzzed, and he seemed to hear nothing, his eyes were filled with swirling golden stars.

  That shattered Jackson's luck, and these two daredevils really dared to take action!

  "What do you, what do you want to do?" Jackson's mouth was filled with blood and water, and he asked vaguely, even his own words seemed to come from another world, distant and fleeting.

  John kicked the dagger that had fallen out of Jackson's waist and said seriously: "We just came to discuss reason and justice, huh? You bunch of rascals beat Lucien, we've avenged him, but smashing Lucien's house, furniture, and looting his property are all things that need to be compensated."

  "You're John, aren't you? Fighting in the streets like this, aren't you afraid of the constable? Aren't you afraid of being driven out by Lord Vane? If you lose your formal identity as a knight's attendant, hey, think about your father, mother, and brothers." Jackson's dizziness subsided somewhat, his head cleared up a bit, and he guessed John's identity, threatening him.

  "Want another round?" Lucien waved the wooden stick in his hand, which seemed to be on the verge of breaking after a fierce battle.

  The stifling anger in Jackson's heart was like boiling water, constantly churning, but he knew that Lucien was absolutely willing to take action, and could only shut his mouth and stare at John.