Chapter 252 Brother Gower

The crowd gathered tightly around the arena, and the figures were so dense that the tavern owner Luo Jie could not see the fighting inside. He could only hear the faint whining and barking of wild dogs through the bursts of cheers, as well as the sound of his capable subordinates. The weird hissing sound of fangs.

Fang's voice sounds much weaker than that of the dog, but Roerger is not worried about him, because Fang's fighting experience is very rich, which is the result of his training from a young age and countless actual battles.

He was even sure that victory would always go to Fang.

Sure enough, after a while, a dog barking and whining suddenly came from the venue that was blocked by the crowd. The sound was loud and sad, and the noise of the crowd was suppressed to a minimum. At the same time, waves of exclamations sounded one after another.

Luo Erjie knew that this must be Fan Ya performing his trick of tearing wild dogs alive with his mouth again.

He tore the dog's neck into pieces one by one, and finally took out its throat with his hands. Although the behavior was bloody, it was full of spectacle. It was also the most attractive thing about Rorge's tavern and colosseum. place--

Many guests have said that no matter how many times they see it, they just can't get enough of it.

The exclamations came one after another along with the loud cheers, which made Rorge subconsciously smile proudly, thinking that today was also a successful day.

But then he was no longer in such a good mood, because someone sat down in front of the bar.

"The gods in heaven are always watching you, Rorge."

"Fuck you, Gore, I don't believe in gods." Rorge bared his teeth at the man sitting opposite him. Under the dim candlelight, his ugly noseless face looked particularly ferocious.

But this did not intimidate the speaker. He was about forty years old, with short gray hair. He was wearing a simple and monotonous knee-length woolen tunic. His face was thin and his expression was full of pity.

"The facts have proven, Luo Erjie, the gods in the sky have been watching you." These repeated words made Luo Erjie impatient, and the next sentence made him even more unhappy.

"Look, now you have to do it yourself even to clean a cup."

With a crash, Luo Jie slammed the cup he was wiping on the table. At the same time, he glared at the exposed middle-aged monk in front of him and said angrily: "This matter has nothing to do with your gods." No matter what, Bobby and Clara were captured by that son of a bitch, the lame Dunk."

"Lame Dunk was once your friend, Rorge." The monk reminded him unkindly, which gave Rorge an urge to hit. In fact, if he faced someone else, he would have punched him with one fist, but the person in front of him couldn't do it casually——

It wasn't because of his status as a monk that he cared about it, but because this guy named Gore had many more people under his command than Rorge.

"I damn well know that damn Dunk was once my friend, Goyle, and I know that son of a bitch Dunk has betrayed us, and you don't need to remind me of it, and it's not something you've been hanging on all day. It doesn’t matter what the gods are talking about.”

"Of course it does matter. It was the gods who made him repent, so he abandoned his sins and faced the light. Roerjie, you should also repent as soon as possible. You are guilty and you need to atone for your sins. Join us. The gods are doing this for you. You open the door."

"Only the White Walkers believe what you say." The noseless Rorge sneered at this, "Dunk is a man in gold robes. He captured us all just to get credit for going to the Red Keep. Does he care about your gods in the sky?"

"Everything in the world is arranged by the gods, Luo Erjie, whether it's asking for credit or arresting people, you don't have to understand, but you have to believe it."

"According to you, that cold-blooded Duke who likes to hang people was also arranged by the gods?" Rorge asked in return.

When this name was mentioned, he couldn't hide the indignation in his tone, but he subconsciously looked around, as if he had scruples.

He couldn't help but take it into consideration - with the many young men surrounding him and the bustling tavern Colosseum at his feet, Rorge was considered one of the top figures in Flea Bottom. However, this status was completely insufficient compared to that of the Minister of Justice. grid.

Not to mention anything else, he originally had more than a dozen younger brothers. Now, except for Jian Ya, who was in charge of the show, and himself, all of them have been arrested. Some have been castrated, some have had their hands chopped off, and some are hanging in the sky. The crows were fed on the walls of the Red Castle. After being castrated, the unlucky Bobby was even sent to the Great Wall to suffer from cold and starvation.

Luo Erjie believed that this kind of sentence was completely illegal. How could he be punished and then sent to the Great Wall? But he didn't dare to protest because he was frightened and frightened by the unreasonable punishment. He has been keeping a low profile during this period because he believes that he deserves to be punished more than his younger brothers, and the fact that he is not being targeted now is just because the cold-blooded Duke has not noticed him yet.

He has always been grateful for this, but he has always been frightened. Flea Bottom is a place where the entire King's Landing hides evil and evil. The internal distribution of forces and buildings is very complicated, but all of this cannot be used as a protective umbrella. Several people with the same identity as him were basically caught, but people outside Flea Bottom kept fleeing here because they were afraid of crime. As a result, the continuous searches by the Golden Robes caused panic in the people here.

Those who are traced will not end well, as countless facts have proven. Luo Erjie was very afraid that one day it would be his turn. He was not afraid of death. He even risked his life in fights before he was developed. His nose was removed during that period of his career. He also has a bad temper, and even the smallest things can make him violent.

However, the familiar faces who were hanged one after another did not make him angry at all, but only made him more and more frightened. The people who cleared them out were too high-ranking, so high that even if they were angry and kept jumping up and down, they could not reach them at all.

In short, Rorge was scared, not only because of the cruel and cold style, but also because of the terrifying interrogation methods-

Every person who was hanged would publicly announce the crimes he committed, and as an old gangster in the flea pits of King's Landing, Rorge knew that those crimes were basically true.

But he did not see any signs of torture on those who were tortured...

So Rorge thought that the Minister of Justice named Renly was very mysterious, so he was full of consideration when he mentioned his name, or it was not just him, but all the people in King's Landing who had a little "criminal record" were scared by everything during this period.

Obviously, Rorge could not imagine that the terrifying existence was now sitting on the second floor of his own tavern and watching the show boredly, but he did not think much about it, but could not help grinning after the words of the monk opposite him.

"Rivers flow, seeds sprout, humans reproduce, weather changes... the gods make everything happen, and the birth of the Duke of Dragonstone is naturally one of His arrangements."

"Then our shitting is also arranged by the gods?" He asked with a sneer.

It was originally just a teasing remark, but he did not expect the other party to answer seriously.

"The human body structure is the most complex among all things in the world. Only the gods can create us, so yes, our shitting is also arranged by the gods."

Rorge was speechless and could only stare blankly, but the middle-aged monk did not continue to speak.

"The gods are watching you, Rorge."

Leaving the last sentence, the monk named Gower stood up from the stool and walked towards the center of the tavern, where the performance had ended at this time, and the onlookers were slowly dispersing with unsatisfied feelings.

The monk who walked over was waiting for the show to end, so he grabbed a sturdy middle-aged man in a thin linen shirt and began to preach.

However, it seemed that because he had just watched an exciting performance, the middle-aged man who was grabbed pushed the middle-aged monk angrily.

As a result, he seemed to have poked a hornet's nest.

Under the gaze of Luoerjie, who was accustomed to it but still couldn't help grinning, the thin monk Gaoer changed his previous gentle attitude, roared violently after being pushed, and then raised his foot and kicked the other party directly. The force seemed to be so great that the man was caught off guard and staggered backwards.

However, this was just the beginning, because after the monk shouted, more than a dozen people suddenly rushed out of the crowd, without asking why, and rushed to the middle-aged man who was kicked.

A brutal beating was staged.