Chapter 782

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Tavern (Mid)

Rattle rattle rattle—

In an instant, extremely cold frost mist spread from my body. I raised my head, and with the sound of ice blocks freezing, four sharp conical ice spikes formed at the top of my head in an almost imperceptible speed, accurately shooting towards the four men in the room except for Barry.

Pfft!

The sounds of the spikes piercing flesh and skulls seemed to happen simultaneously. The three men by the bed and at the door were still struggling to get up when their pupils suddenly dilated. Extremely cold ice spikes pierced through their foreheads and exited from the back of their heads. Their blood hadn’t even begun to flow before their entire heads froze solid. Their bodies softened, collapsing to the ground.

The last man, who was near the door and had been severely injured by me initially, was temporarily spared. Instead of directly piercing his skull, I firmly pinned his right hand to the ground.

“Ughaaaahh—!!”

The man screamed desperately, blood spattering onto the ground. From the moment I broke in through the window and kicked him away, to eliminating everyone else in the room except him, the whole process happened too quickly for him. Perhaps he hadn’t even had time to comprehend what had happened, only feeling immense pain as he opened his mouth and screamed. But the next moment, I kicked aside the corpses of his companions and approached him, squatting down and slapping him hard across the face.

Smack!

This slap silenced him immediately. “Don’t scream, don’t move.”

I calmly looked at him, forcibly turning his twisted face so he had to look directly into my eyes. Then, I calmly asked, “Who are you, and what do you want? You have three chances to explain yourself clearly, perhaps you can still live.”

“I-I-I’m cough, cough…”

The man coughed up blood, whether from pain or fear. His entire face was twisted in agony, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. His tongue couldn’t straighten, his trembling pupils filled with fear. His mind was probably not very clear: “I am a bartender. I am just a bartender.”

“First sentence.”

I raised one finger, saying indifferently.

“I didn’t do anything, spare me, don’t kill me.” “Second sentence.”

“It was Ravina who said she wanted to come up. Ravina is the owner of the tavern. She ran off just now because she took a liking to this tenant and wanted to use her for business. I, I just listened to her. She is the mastermind.”

“Third sentence.”

I nodded at the man, releasing my grip on his face, standing up, and without hesitation, kicked his neck. The force was so fierce that it lifted him half a meter off the ground, not even making a sound before his head fell downward with a thud.

“I told you to explain clearly.”

I murmured, then pulled up my hood, turned around, and spoke to the boy behind me who looked horrified and bewildered, “Barry, come with me, we leave here.”

Afterwards, I quickly packed my bag, tied it to my waist, and put the mask back on. Thinking for a moment, I took off the cloak I was wearing, walked over to Barry, and put it on him, adjusting his hood. Then, I led the way and opened the door.

“You…you killed them all.”

Barry’s voice trembled, as if he had just come to his senses.

“You called my name,” I replied, not looking back, quickly glancing down the corridor. Hearing footsteps coming up from downstairs, I hurriedly went forward.

“They all heard and saw your face.”

“But was it necessary to be so ruthless?”

Barry followed from behind, his steps hesitant: “They were just people seeking wealth, right? So, are you going to bet your life on their goodness or luck?”

As I walked, I didn’t get angry at Barry’s naive thoughts. For some reason, Victoria’s image suddenly popped into my head. I wondered if she felt the same way when facing my past self.

It’s like…

Knowing that children need to understand things step by step, patiently guided, not rushed…

Barry seemed speechless after hearing that.

“Don’t speak, don’t run around, follow me.”

“Exactly.”

With that said, I didn’t say anything else to him.

I quickly walked to the staircase of the second floor, where the noise from below became clearer and more distinct. Amidst the constant cursing, two men dressed as bartenders came up the stairs, holding steel knives, almost colliding with me.

The sudden situation made them pause slightly.

But I had anticipated this; these two were clearly the men the maid from the tavern had called up to deal with me. There was no need for them to hold back.

I acted first, as usual, lifting my foot to kick one of them away. This kick was quite powerful, sending an 180 cm tall muscular man flying into the air. As his chest caved in, I heard the sound of bones breaking. The man couldn’t even let out a scream before he rolled, crashed through the railing, and with a ‘splash’, cut through a shower of splinters, landing with a ‘bang’ downstairs.

“Cursed—”

At the same moment, the other man reacted, swinging his knife towards my head. But I grabbed his wrist tightly, and with a slight effort, there was a ‘crack’ as his wrist broke. His eyes widened in shock, about to shout, but I pressed my other hand against his face, grabbing his jaw tightly, stifling his scream. Then, I grabbed his head and slammed it into the wall, a dull thud followed by a spray of blood.

I released my grip, letting the man’s body fall backwards down the stairs, lying motionless on the ground.

“Let’s go.”

I clapped my hands and signaled to Barry. Then, I quickly went downstairs, kicking a man blocking the entrance a few meters away. My gaze, hidden behind a mask, swept across the一楼, looking at the stunned drunkards sitting at the tables.

“Fighting?”

“Who is this little dwarf? So fierce!”

“Did the boss just shout murder? Was she scared by this guy?”

“Hahahaha!”

“Good job! Come over and have a drink with me—”

Most of them were already in a state of confusion, or their eyes were bloodshot, watching me with excitement. Some laughed and applauded, while others went down to check on the man I had kicked down earlier. Barry slapped his face, muttering, “Wake up, not dead yet, wake up, get up and fight again.”

Only two tables noticed something amiss and got up, staggering towards the tavern door in panic. “You.”

I looked at the rough-looking man sitting at the nearest table, gesturing him over, “Come here.”

The rough-looking man had clearly drunk a lot. As he saw me pointing at him, his expression changed dramatically. He pushed his chair aside and stood up, ready to confront me, “Who the hell are you talking to—!!!”

Before he could finish his threat, I casually shot an ice spear at him, which flew straight toward his face, stopping just short of his nose.

The man sobered up instantly, the anger on his face vanishing. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly took a step back, seemingly intending to escape, but I stepped forward and grabbed his throat.

“Ughhhh…”

The rough-looking man’s eyes almost popped out. “Where did that maid run off to?”

I asked him, my eyes cold behind the mask, making him shiver uncontrollably. He immediately pointed behind the bar when I loosened my grip, “Th-That way.”

“Get lost.”

I released his throat, pushing him back a few steps. I glanced at his friends, who had also intended to come over but froze in place when they saw the ice spear.

“Everyone, get lost.”

I shifted my gaze, scanning the now silent first floor of the tavern. With a flick of my finger, the ice spear turned sharply, as if alive, tracing the walls around the entire first floor, extinguishing all the candles precisely before catching it in my hand.

“If you want to live, leave this place.”