"It's him!"

"I know this kid, he has two very beautiful girlfriends, hey..."

Bang—! Before the strong middle-aged white man finished speaking, his head was smashed into the bar. The solid log board broke under huge force, and the dark yellow stubble was exposed to the air. In an instant, the man lost consciousness. Salomon grabbed his neck expressionlessly and smashed his head down again. The stubble scratched the man's face in blood. Even the barber, who had been stormy for a long time, was frightened by the rudeness of the secret mage and squatted under the bar.

Others in the bar took out their pistols and prepared to shoot at the Secret Mage, but Mr. Riser, who walked into the bar with Salomon, shot first. The former CIA agent was a sharpshooter, and the shooting positions were non-lethal. Everyone who tried to pull out the gun would have close contact with a bullet - perhaps two. Even the top agent would forget whether he had fired at the man in such a chaotic scene.

Mr. Lisser did not kill anyone, at least he did not intentionally kill. He just used the body of the thug to resist bullets from other thugs.

The secret wizard threw away the unknown guy in his hand, smashed the thugs with one punch, then took out the blaster gun, turned around and shot the wall behind the bartender who took out the shotgun. The caliber was 0.5 inches, and the expensive bullet handmade by the Fallen Angel Craftsman was pushed into the concrete wall by a rocket. Then the high explosives in the bullet body exploded within milliseconds. The concrete wall behind the bar collapsed in an instant, and the deafening sound even overshadowed the gunshots in the bar.

The bartender's face was covered with blood and blisters. This was the scratch of the rocket's propelling bullet. Heavy blood flowed out of his ears. Then he was smashed by the wooden board that fell from the ceiling. The dust raised by the collapse of the ceiling and the wall made everyone unable to see their fingers clearly.

The scream did not stop. Salomon closed his eyes when the dust was raised. He moved towards his target with his extraordinary hearing. He kept his promise and did not deliberately take the lives of these bastards, but he also did not promise to let these people go to prison intact. Years of martial arts training allowed him to find the opponent's vital points as quickly as possible. This was the thirteenth joint he had broken and crushed, and the thick magazine of the Explosive Slope Prototype also played a role.

No one will continue to remain sober after being hit by something similar to a brick.

"Hey, enough." Mr. Lisser found Salomon in the crowd after the dust dissipated. He was choosing his favorite joint among a group of wailing thugs. He grabbed the shoulder of the Secret Mage. "Apart from the first one, everyone else was learned. The man needed an ambulance. I think he had a cervical vertebra and could only lie in the bed and drink juice in his next life."

Salomon broke free from Mr. Riser's palm, and the arm he used to shoot was still aching. If Rodan had not had the amount of medicine, he had opened three more holy marks, and his arm would have been broken by the gun.

"I just promise you not to kill, Mr. Lisser, this does not prevent me from letting them ride in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, to ensure that everyone is safe and that my life is not disturbed." He held his gun and lowered his head toward the next wailing thug, without the intention of cleaning up the dust from his clothes. He stomped someone's knees with interest like a child stepping on the colorful bubbles in a puddle.

The fourteenth.

"Remember to make an agreement. Next I need to meet your companion to make sure he signs the contract."

"I promise. Your goal has been achieved. Let's go, the police are coming."

The short-haired man with glasses sitting on the other end of the bench was stiff with his neck. He was Mr. Harold, a companion of Mr. Reese. The secret wizard did not know where this place was. This place was brought to him by Mr. Reese. He was not so familiar with the city. He only knew that he was still in New York, and he could see the Statue of Liberty here.

The evening breeze by the river was a little cold, and Mr. Harold put on a thick windbreaker. It was a bit unworthy of his name because he had already shrank into the windbreaker.

"Mr. Damonnet..."

"You can call my name."

"Well, Salomon. Since you are still trying to review ALevel courses, I'm going to be short. I thought it was a confidential contract, but in fact, I have never signed a magic contract in my life. Except for some books, I have never even been exposed to parchment. You should know that John and I don't sign a real name, you don't seem to mind at all? In legend, magic contracts all require real names..."

"This is the real name. The real name is the name that gives a person the true nature, not the one given after birth. Since you have chosen this name, this name represents you." The secret wizard checked the two signatures on the parchment and did not look up at him.

"Okay, but I'm not talking about this," Mr. Harold turned slightly and looked at Mr. Riser, who was rushing outside. "I didn't believe in magic before that, until... you know, aliens, portals, the whole world was crazy. It's not over yet. Salomon, the gang of thugs you and John attacked were just small minions, and a new force was rising in New York City..."

"If it weren't for your reminder, that group of thugs would have broken into my apartment..."

"Then they will die, I've seen your means, you've been trained professionally. It's hard to imagine you're a wizard."

"Yes, I feel so too."

"The point is that they won't give up on that market, and you're likely to be attacked again."

"Then you will save their lives, Mr. Harold." Salomon shrugged and stood up from the bench, and the prototype of the skull gun was twisted into his hand. When he picked up the weapon, Mr. Riser's sharp eyes moved back from the other side of the river, as if he had eyes on his back.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I have been taught a lesson. Even if I go out to buy a seasoning, I will turn on all the defense measures." The secret mage said, "The next time those people will not have such good luck. In addition, I would like to give you a hint that my girlfriend can beat me, and I am the weakest one in the family."

"What awesome news. Anyway, I'm glad you keep your promise, Mr. Damonnett." Finch stood up, and Salomon found something inconvenient on one of his legs. "I hope that next time you encounter this situation, you can inform us to deal with it."

"If I have time, or they only take the donkey's jaw bones to seek revenge. By the way," said the Secret Master, "I don't know where you learned that someone would be in danger... but if you encounter supernatural threats, such as magic, aliens, things that Mr. Riser can't solve, remember to call me. This is my duty."

"We probably can't encounter such a thing. But, I'm happy to talk to you, Salomon."

"So, goodbye me."

When Salomon disappeared into a flash, Harold raised his eyebrows at Mr. Reese who was standing beside him. "It's a wonderful experience, isn't it?" he said with a smile, "Oh, magic! I'm going to find any stories about magic in the bookcase."

"Don't forget that we have signed the contract." Mr. Lisser said softly, "I don't understand what is written on the contract at all."

"That's Latin, meaning 'If the contract is violated, the soul will be offered to the Trinity God'. I've read the terms, don't worry, we can discuss with each other."
Chapter completed!