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Morris leaned against the wall without making a sound, only slightly adjusting his posture as he watched the spectacle with great interest.
These burly men who came looked like they were there to collect a debt.
Things... seem to be getting interesting.
Is this what daily life is like in Knockdown Alley?
However, two minutes passed and the four remained in a stalemate, with none of them launching an attack first, though they continued to hurl vulgarities at each other.
So it was a battle of wits.
Morris, who was initially very interested, gradually began to feel a little bored.
Isn't this just his usual street brawl?
The only difference is that all the participants were wizards.
Just then, Kroenke looked around and noticed Morris yawning beside him.
As a professional debt collector, Kroenke knew that for some people, threatening them with their family members was often the most effective tactic.
This young child who suddenly appeared here is most likely related to Flick.
He suddenly gave a malicious smile, walked up to Maurice, and said threateningly to Frick, "Hey, Frick, is this your son? He really looks like you."
Morris's lips twitched slightly.
This was truly an unexpected turn of events.
How exactly was this conclusion reached?
He said, speechless, "Sir, are you blind? He doesn't look like him at all."
"I'm just passing by, please continue, don't mind me."
Upon hearing these blunt words, Krenk's face twitched violently, and the fierce light in his eyes intensified.
"Kid, are you tired of living?" He approached Morris directly, his spittle almost hitting Morris's face.
"Krenk!" Frick stepped forward, the tip of his wand already glowing with a dangerous light. "This is my guest, and he has nothing to do with our grudges."
Kroenke scoffed.
guest?
Where would such a small guest come from in a place like Flip-Flop Alley?
This isn't Diagon Alley.
He is now certain that the child in front of him is either Flick's son or a relative.
Then things will be easier.
Kroenke reached out, trying to grab Maurice's arm.
Frick's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted sharply, "Stop!"
A spell instantly flew from the tip of his wand, shooting straight toward Krenk's chest.
But Kroenke was clearly prepared.
Or rather, a thug like him, who had worked his way up in the underworld of Fandao Alley, had an almost instinctive reaction to both attacking and being attacked.
The instant Frick raised his wand, he reacted, shouting, "Protect yourself!"
A magical shield flashed past him, deflecting the stun spell. The red light grazed his shoulder and struck a large glass jar containing an unidentified green liquid behind him.
"Splash!"
The glass jar shattered, spilling a thick, green liquid all over the ground.
Morris shook his shoes with some disgust—a few drops of viscous green liquid splashed onto them.
At this moment, Kroenke's smug voice rang out:
"You started it, Frick! Don't you know the rules of Knockturn Alley?"
Flick remained silent.
Although Tumbler Alley is a chaotic place, it does have some unwritten rules.
Firstly, no one is allowed to lay a hand on the shopkeepers in Fandao Lane.
If the shop owner here is harmed, "management personnel" will come to investigate.
At that time, the person who takes action will face endless trouble.
However, there is one exception: if the shop owner is deemed to have "initiated the incident," then the shop owner will bear all the consequences, and the "management personnel" will not be held responsible.
The loopholes in this rule are very obvious.
How to characterize a conflict is entirely up to the "management personnel's" own judgment.
Unfortunately, the relationship between the current "managers" of Knockturn Alley and Flick is not very good.
"Um…" Morris said casually, "Mr. Kroenke, what were you trying to do to me just now?"
Kroenke turned and glared fiercely at Maurice. "Kid, you have no right to speak here."
His tone was laced with a strong sense of threat.
Morris seemed oblivious to Kroenke's malice and said to himself, "Please answer my question, sir."
Krenk seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and made a strange sound in his throat, "Are you trying to mess with me, kid?"
Morris nodded seriously. "Let's just say that. You make me feel disgusted."
"Bone Summoning Technique!"
Chapter 71 Conflict and Cooperation
Morris didn't care about any rules in Knockturn Alley.
For him, there was no special reason to take action.
He thought Flick was somewhat agreeable and wanted to help him out.
It's that simple.
Moreover, this guy named Krenk in front of him is clearly no good, and he even has designs on this harmless child.
He, Maurice Black, is petty!
The moment the incantation for the Bone Summoning Technique ended.
Without warning, three bone spurs, each as thick as a forearm, appeared in the air and shot towards Krenk and his two companions.
That's too fast!
The sneer on Krenk's face hadn't even had time to turn into astonishment.
The cold touch was already pressed against his neck.
Immediately afterwards, there was another sharp, stinging pain.
What... is going on?
Krenk dared not make any move. He glanced at his henchman on the left and saw a pale, sharp spike resting steadily next to the man's temple. The tip had already pierced the skin, and a small bead of blood was seeping out.
The other brother was in a similar situation, with the same bone spur pressing against his temple, only deeper, and blood was dripping down his cheek onto the floor.
The situation is now quite clear.
Three bone spurs, three fatal locations.
The store fell into a deathly silence.
"Don't move," Morris said softly, his tone calm. "I'm not very skilled at controlling this magic yet... Oh no, it's bleeding."
Upon hearing these flippant words, Krenk felt as if his blood had frozen.
He wouldn't dare gamble on whether Maurice's hand would slip.
After all, this is Tumbler Alley.
Who exactly is this young child?
A child subdued three adult wizards almost instantly!
I haven't used my wand yet!
This is insane!
Flick stared blankly at this bizarre scene, not daring to breathe.
"What are you all standing there for?" Maurice glanced at him and said helplessly, "The atmosphere is already this tense. Come and help me confuse them. Otherwise, I'll have to send them to see Merlin."
"Uh... Oh!"
Only then did Frick belatedly pick up his wand and cast a spell on each of the three terrified individuals, causing them to faint.
The three of them lay motionless on the ground without uttering a sound.
Morris leaned against the counter, lost in thought.
Although his bone spikes were very fast, in fact, if Krenk and the other two had concentrated when he used the Bone Summoning Technique, they would have been able to react.
At least they should be able to adopt a defensive stance or dodge, instead of being easily defeated like they are now.
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