Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 18 The best choice!
There is a good reason why the Pine Hotel is the most expensive hotel in Rost.
Goethe stood in the hotel's top-floor suite and looked down -
Eight attackers in total.
At this time, they were all knocked to the ground.
And what about hotels?
No one was injured.
Because the battle was over the moment it started. The attackers had no time to react and were shot to pieces by the rows of long guns extending from the second floor of the hotel.
"There are at least 20 armed men in the hotel!"
Goethe counted the guns that had just been extended from their muzzles, then glanced down at the receipt on the table.
It clearly states:
802, 5g gold/day.
…
A price that is prohibitive enough for ordinary people.
But, it’s worth the money, isn’t it?
Even back in his hometown, Goethe didn't mind borrowing the power of others, especially when it was natural and logical.
However, the key point is still your own strength.
Goethe was well aware of this.
And, I will never forget.
Tap, tap, tap!
The clear sound of footsteps came closer and closer.
Goethe held his glass and looked towards the door.
The glasses were filled with lemonade (included in the room price).
At another time, Goethe wouldn't mind a drink, but now, his eyes were looking towards the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Come in."
Goethe said, walked back to the outer room of the suite and sat on the sofa.
The door opened and two people walked in.
One of them is nearly two meters tall. Even in a suit, you can still see his strong muscles. He has a fierce face, especially the scar under the corner of his eye, which makes his ferocity even more fierce.
Next to this man was a patrolman.
The patrolman was stunned when he saw Goethe sitting on the sofa.
Obviously, the other party recognized Goethe.
In fact, since Goethe appeared in the police station last night, a series of actions have made the patrol officers in the police station remember this face in the shortest time.
because……
Someone dies every time.
Starting with Soco, then Tucker, and then the gas leak in the upper block of Boulevard.
Disaster!
Unknown!
This is what the patrolmen in the police station call Goethe.
In private, of course.
On the surface -
"Good evening, Master Goethe."
The patrolman greeted politely, then, looking around, said, "Isn't Sheriff Swart with you?"
"He should still be at the Garden Club."
"There might be trouble. If possible, you should bring more people to pick him up."
Goethe said so.
He didn't know what was happening with Swart now.
But Goethe didn't mind if he could help the other person.
The premise is...
Swart was lucky enough.
"Understood!"
"I'll go right away!"
The patrolman, who didn't want to stay here any longer, immediately turned around and left.
Then, Goethe and the tall, extremely strong man were the only ones left in the room.
"I'm Regary, the security chief of the Pine Hotel."
"Welcome to the Pine Hotel."
"At the same time, I hope you have a good dream. Don't let unpleasant things like tonight happen again."
The security chief who claimed to be Regary said meaningfully.
Goethe was well aware of this.
The Pine Nut Hotel in front of us is not a shelter.
It's impossible to provide protection every time he's in trouble.
This time, it was because he entered the Matsuko Hotel that the other party was forced to take action.
But, this is only the time, there won't be a next time.
"certainly."
Goethe replied with a smile.
The other party was polite enough, without any excessive words or actions, and he had already taken advantage of it.
Of course, we should stop when we are ahead.
“Thank you for your understanding.”
"If you need any help, please ring the bell."
"We have waiters who will provide you with sincere service 24 hours a day."
After saying this, Regary bowed slightly, then walked backwards out of the room and gently closed the door.
Goethe sat on the sofa and did not get up.
He is waiting for news.
Or to be more precise: Morey.
Time passes by every second.
Goethe's expression gradually became solemn.
Although he didn't know how someone with 'supernatural' powers would fight, he knew that the longer it took, the worse the result would probably be.
This has nothing to do with being 'superb', but because Morey is well prepared!
Under such circumstances, a quick victory is the best option!
unless……
An accident happened!
call!
Goethe took a deep breath.
No matter how perfect the plan is, unexpected things will happen.
“I hope this won’t be the worst possible situation!”
Goethe thought silently in his heart.
If a situation like Morey was killed in the counterattack really happened, he would probably have to violate the agreement he had just reached with the security director Regrey.
At the same time, Goethe did not rush out to look for Morey.
Facing the unknown "supernatural" power, Goethe knew very well that staying here, ensuring his own safety, and not causing trouble for Morey was the best help to Morey.
Time continued to pass, and then -
Tap, tap, tap!
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor again.
"Goethe!"
A familiar voice sounded.
Not Morey.
It's Swart.
So fast?!
Goethe frowned.
When Goethe opened the door, the sheriff who had just walked to the door showed an expression of surviving a disaster and shouted: "Goethe, it's great to see you, you don't know what I just went through!"
As he spoke, the other party walked towards Goethe.
Goethe drew his gun instantly.
However, the other party raised his hand very quickly.
Bang!
The opponent's fingertips hit the edge of Goethe's gun-holding hand, and suddenly, the huge force knocked the revolver in Goethe's hand away. Just as Goethe's other hand grasped the handle of the second revolver and was about to pull out this gun, the opponent's other hand instantly pinched Goethe's wrist.
Bang!
The revolver also fell to the ground.
Then, the other party pushed hard with both hands.
Bang!
Goethe flew back into the room and fell heavily on the sofa. Ignoring the pain in his wrists, he rolled over and avoided the opponent's kick.
Snap!
The sturdy solid wood velvet sofa was completely shattered by the opponent's kick.
"Next time it will be your bones! "
"I will crush all the bones in your body!"
The other party showed a sinister smile.
Then, a look of playful malice appeared in his eyes.
"But if you can tell me how you found out that I'm not Swart, I might let you die more easily!"
The other party said so.
Goethe felt the pain in his wrists and stared at the attacker in front of him.
Although it did not break, the short-term force was affected.
The opponent's strength undoubtedly suppressed him.
The speed is also very fast.
Moreover, there are considerable skills involved.
Without guns, he was undoubtedly no match.
"I didn't realize you weren't Swart. I was just habitually on guard."
Goethe continued to bluff, shaking his wrist.
The pain began to subside, but fighting was impossible.
"Stay alert?"
"Are you trying to trick me?"
"And I fell for it?"
The attacker was stunned, then his face turned gloomy.
"very good!"
"I regret it!"
"I won't let you die a quick death. I will crush all the bones in your body and make you wail in agony - otherwise, how can I erase the humiliation you have brought upon me!"
The other party, who was originally a liar, got the answer he wanted, grinned, and went straight towards Goethe.
Looking at the murderous opponent, Goethe made the best choice without hesitation -
"[Bloody Honor] improves [Unarmed Combat]!"
