"Everyone, please forget Sutherland,"

What Wen Lin said was like a heavy slap in the face, mixed with a manic storm, mercilessly crushing everyone's 20 years of faith and persistence, making it difficult for them to recover for a long time.

After saying this, Wen Lin never looked up at anyone among them.

She stood up and walked out the door without hesitation.

"The blood of the Wen Lin family has never been a cowardly coward!"

"The lion flag on Sutherland Heights will never fall, even if you back down,"

Behind him is a rebuke full of indignation and anger, but with some kind of fluke expectation.

These two voices successfully stopped Wen Lin, but she didn't look back. The straight and thin figure showed resolute determination.

"I am Sutherland, it has been twenty years, let it be buried with the memory of the past,"

"Gentlemen, this is an order,"

Unspeakable shock and disappointment, everyone watched Wen Lin leave step by step.

Elbo, whose eyes were cloudy and dull, groped slowly to the door. He stubbornly raised his head in the direction where Wen Lin left. His long-blind eyes couldn't see anything, but his peaceful expression seemed to see something.

He moved his lips slightly and remained silent.

"My little master, whether you choose to pick up the glory or let it decay, Elbo will always faithfully follow your true wishes,"

After coming out of the manor, Wen Lin asked Hanvers' servant to borrow a horse. Wen Lin rode it and galloped towards the city gate like a deserter.

The howling wind swept his long hair and made a rustling sound, and the suppressed emotions seemed to be released in the wind.

She thought that she could do it alone, without the need to take the lives of those who have been tortured by years.

After entering the city gate, Wen Lin led the horse and walked slowly along the newly repaired avenue.

Vendors walked through the sheds, shouting, and the broad avenues were lined with goldsmiths, blacksmiths, clothing stores, inns... and taverns.

Wen Lin tied the horse to the crossbar at the entrance of the tavern and walked in.

On the left side of the entrance is a curved oak bar with wine barrels and cups, and seven or eight long tables covered with beige linen tablecloths in the middle and by the window.

Gentle candles flickered in the gloomy environment, and the figures were mottled.

A bit like a modern bar environment.

The bar is full of rum, red and white wine, and whisky, ranging from the cheapest to rare and expensive.

Wen Lin took out two Golan copper coins and filled a large glass of rum.

This is the drink most often sipped by sailors while at sea.

Cheap and spicy enough.

Picking a corner to sit down, Wen Lin started drinking sullenly, one sip after another, without stopping for a moment.

The owner of the tavern sat behind the bar and looked at Wen Lin with interest. There were a mix of people here, including degenerate nobles, travelers looking for excitement, alcoholics who were drunk every day, romantic bards, and free. slutty whore. Female……

But there is only no one like Wen Lin with an indifferent and pure temperament, especially she is holding a strange long stick that is tightly wrapped.

Very striking, very out of place.

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Long Dao: You are the stick, your whole family are sticks! have never felt so wronged in life!

Chapter 23

Night and alcohol are things that can make the evil thoughts in my heart expand several times.

When Wen Lin's wine glass bottomed out, four or five strong men approached her.

During this period, the obscene and obscene words successfully made Wen Lin angry. Before anyone approached, Wen Lin pressed one hand against the edge of the table, and her whole body was suspended in the air.

High kicks, elbow strikes, swing punches, arm swings, throat locks.

bang bang bang bang

There were five neat and orderly sounds of heavy objects landing, but Wen Lin's feet did not touch the ground during the whole process, and she quickly moved between the five people with her strength.

It's all a one-hit-and-destroy move.

The neck, throat, jaw, clavicle, and soft ribs are all very fragile parts of the human body, which can make the opponent lose the ability to resist in the fastest time, and control the strength is not easy to cause death.

The hazy feeling of drinking was a little over the top, Wen Lin's body swayed twice, but she quickly stabilized her figure, she stood with her hands behind her back, and looked coldly at the few people lying on the ground.

Although it was annoying, but sin was not fatal, Wen Lin just stunned them.

The originally noisy tavern was silent at this time. They looked at Wen Lin, who was thin and weak, and their scalps felt numb.

When Wen Lin's eyes swept over, everyone shivered subconsciously,

Did they just get dazzled? The onlookers glanced at each other, wanting to confirm that they were dazzled.

But the fact is in front of them, and they can't help but believe it.

Is this really something a woman can do?

One pick five! And it looks effortless!

This question popped up in the minds of everyone present.

Wen Lin is a person who is easy to face after drinking. If she drinks a little more, her face will be very red.

So even if Wen Lin is very conscious, others will mistake her for drinking too much.

His face was a little hot, and there was no ventilation in the tavern, which was very stuffy.

Wen Lin turned her gaze to the bar, and was about to leave after paying the money for the broken tables and chairs.

The people standing in front of the bar, watching Wen Lin walking towards them, suddenly scattered to both sides like birds and beasts, with panic on their faces.

Is this going to be drunk? Are you going to beat them too?

The tavern owner sitting behind the bar looked at Wen Lin's expressionless expression, and swallowed dryly. Just as he was about to dodge, three silver Golan coins landed on the bar, making a crisp collision sound.

It was just billing.

Hu ~ a tacit long cry.

With her hands empty, Wen Lin looked back and saw that the tightly wrapped long knife was placed on the stool.