Chapter 988: I pronounced your death sentence

After the morning business, McGonagall went to the city government and the restaurant association to inform them that they had found it and expressed their gratitude.
This is the first time McGon has done this kind of thing. After finding someone, it really has a special feeling.
On the way back to the restaurant, McGonagall saw a small donkey lying on the side of the road, breaking and one leg and kneeling on the ground.
The bicycle slowly stopped, and McGonagall looked at the little boy who looked like he was six or seven years old. He was thin and thin, and he seemed to have only one layer of skin. In such cold weather, he only wore a thin piece of clothes and pants. Because the dragonfly crawling on the ground has been worn, the dark knees can see the blood, and the face and hands can be seen everywhere.
Passers-by passed by him, and couldn't help but look at his eyes. Even if someone went to the broken bowl in front of him and threw a few copper coins, the little boy would lick a few heads on the ground, and his mouth would say vaguely. .
The heart of McGonagall was suddenly caught, and twenty-five years later, the same thing is still happening.
The angry mood almost instantly rushed to McGonagall’s mind.
However, he did not go forward, but stood quietly on the side.
The copper coins in the bowl were gradually increasing, and soon there was a small bowl.
A thin man who was not far away, got up and walked over, looked around, then bent down and poured all the copper coins in the bowl into his pocket. When he got up, he licked the little one and leaned over. He said a few words to him, then looked back at McGonagall and walked over to him. When he passed by him, he lit a short knife hidden under his clothes, and said coldly: "Roll, don't worry, Otherwise, Laozi killed you!"
"Okay." McGonagall gripped the handlebars and pushed the bike slowly away.
On this day, McGonagall rode the city around the city with his bicycle, and his expression gradually calmed from anger and became indifferent.
The same thing, it is still happening in the mixed city, and it has not changed because of time, even the same method.
In the streets of the mixed city, there are at least three hundred children who have been disabled and then begged to beg.
There are seven gangs that control these children, and humans, demons, and orcs are involved.
Under the surface of peace and equality in the mixed city, there is hidden darkness that makes Meg is shocking.
Late at night.
Amy is already asleep.
In the study, McGonagall wrote seven letters on the left, put them in the envelope, and wrote on the envelope of each letter: "Anxious! The city owner kisses!"
The lamp in the study was extinguished, and a black shadow fell quietly from the second floor of the restaurant and disappeared into the darkness.
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"Cry! You cry to Laozi again! Then cry again, Laozi will kill you!" North of the city, a slum, a yard surrounded by high walls, a drunken middle-aged man holding a whip in his hand The cockroach was drawn on the little cockroach in front of him.
The little girl was only seven or eight years old. The broken clothes on his body were cracked by the whip, revealing a wound. The body was twisted under the pain, but he smothered his mouth and prevented himself from crying because He knew that if he dared to make a little noise, he would really die today.
In the corner of the yard, dozens of small huddled together, looked at the man holding the whip in horror.
Yvesley is the most terrible demon. In just a few days, there will be a little cockroach like them in his hands. No one can escape from his hand. All the people trying to escape are dead. When you get out of here, you will be caught back and then tortured to death in front of everyone.
"If you dare to secretly hide a copper coin next time, you will die." Yves sipped a sip on the face of the little cockroach, then pointed the small cockroaches in the corner with a whip, sneering Dao: "And you, remember me, you are the dog I raised. All the money I beg for is mine. If you dare to hide it, I will kill you!"
The little ones bowed their heads and didn't dare to look at Yves.
Yvli was very satisfied with their performance, which made him feel like a king. In the past two decades, no one has escaped from him.
Oh, no, there is one, that is his shame.
But at that time he was still young. From then on, no one could escape from his hand, and he wanted to run, and he died.
"Boss, just got a new batch of goods, there are two little girls, do you want to use it first?" A thin man came in from outside the courtyard, smirked and came forward.
"Well, I haven't sent new goods for a while, look at the goods. I will give you one when I run out of it this evening." Yvli's eyes suddenly lit up and slammed his hand toward the door.
"Well." The thin man's eyes lit up and rushed toward the door.
"Oh, oh."
Some old courtyard doors slowly opened in.
"Don't let you wait outside!" The skinny man cried a little uncomfortable.
"They are still outside the door." A figure carrying a sword came in from the door and said indifferently.
"who are you!"
Yvli and the thin man were surprised. They looked at the black man who came in. The face was covered by a black cloth and only one pair of eyes could be seen. Behind him, there were several figures lying in the pool of blood. In the middle, it is the delivery person.
"Come on! Someone came to the scene!" The thin man screamed in the courtyard in a panic. With a burst of noise, a group of people rushed out of the house with their weapons, screaming station. I was behind Ivli.
The men’s hands were all together, which made Yvli’s enthusiasm increase. He looked at the black man standing at the door and sneered:
Although I don’t know which gang you sent, it’s okay, I’m not interested in knowing, master. I know, you are dead."
McGonagall glanced at the children lying on the ground, and the children who were shrunk in the corner of the yard. The voice was cold and cold: "The trafficking of children is ruinless, and I am sentenced to death."
"Loading force, hacking him!" Yvli waved his hand and grabbed the [] knife next to him. He also cut directly toward McGonagall.
McGonagall raised his hand and stabbed it into the heart of Yves.
Without the slightest stagnation, like stepping on a negligible ant, the long sword has penetrated the throat of another person, like a snake, piercing the throat of those people in the yard, and finally stopped at the throat of the thin man. before.
"Don't kill me... don't kill me..." The thin man has collapsed, and twenty people have been killed in the blink of an eye. Even the boss Ivli, who has the strength of a third-level knight, has not been able to support one second. Under the sword of the black man, it is as weak as an ant.
McGonagall looked at the thin man and calmly said: "I just care about my business."
"You!" The skinny man's eyes suddenly rounded up, thinking of the man he saw in the morning.
The sharp sword pierced his throat and blocked all the rest in his heart.
"Don't be afraid, someone will come to save you." McGonagall looked at the children who were screaming and screaming. The long sword was sheathed and jumped out of the back of the yard and disappeared into the night.
"it's here!"
Soon, there was a footstep outside the yard. People wearing the uniforms of the city and the gray temple rushed into the small courtyard. They looked at the bodies of the yard and the frightened children in the corner, all stunned.
"These beasts!"
The official of the leading city government official gritted his teeth and screamed: "Save the child! Return the owner!"