Violent voices continued to ring out from outside.

Emily could be said to be extremely afraid.

Her delicate body curled up slightly as she looked at Davis apologetically.

"Sir, I've implicated you...

"Those people know that we're inside, so they definitely won't let it go so easily."

Davis patted Emily's head.

"It's fine, don't worry."

At this moment, the owner of the crude voice outside the house was extremely angry.

"You're not opening the door, right?

"Very good. Malina, bring me the axe!"

Immediately, the rusty wooden door was hacked by the axe.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The owner of the voice outside the door seemed to be quite strong. After two to three times, the wooden door was chopped into pieces.

At this moment, Davis also clearly saw the human in front of him.

The man was about forty years old, bald, and full of whiskers.

The upper half of his body was naked, revealing the dirty chest hair and his beer belly.

"Tsk...

"It seems that he's a new face."

The bald man's name was Jack, and there were a few underlings following him.

They looked at Davis and Emily in the room, which was only a dozen square meters, and their eyes could not help but flash with a cold light.

"Little girl, where's Wharton?

"The protection fee has been delayed for so long, so could it be that he hasn't borrowed it yet?

"Wharton is really proud. He wants us brothers to come and collect it personally, right?"

Jack had a toothpick in his mouth as he carefully sized up Emily in front of him.

"Dad...

"Dad went to the pawnshop this morning and he hasn't come back yet."

Emily said with a trembling voice.

"What?

"It's already evening. How can Wharton still not come back?

"Little girl, are you trying to trick us?"

Jack tilted his head, his eyes filled with contempt.

"The protection fee has already been delayed for two to three days. If you can't pay it today, you know the consequences, right?

"I... I don't know..."

Emily's body subconsciously leaned towards Davis as she said with a trembling voice.

"I don't know. If Wharton can't pay for our drinks today, I'll definitely let you know."

Jack sneered.

Then, Jack looked at Davis again.

"Little brother, you're new here, right?

"Don't you know the rules?

"This south district's West Finks Street is under our protection.

"Five silver coins per month for each person, fair and square.

"As long as there are people living in the streets of West Finks, they have to pay tribute to us brothers.

"You, do you understand?"

According to the purchasing power of Pompeii City, five silver coins was enough to buy 150 hard-to-eat black bread. Although it was only enough to eat, it was enough to feed a family.

Jack looked at Davis with a very obvious hint in his eyes.

His right hand also made a gesture of money in the air.

"Fifteen silver coins. Count it as me helping this girl talk to her father."

Davis glanced at Jack in front of him. Davis did not want to talk to this kind of maggot who could only act arrogantly in the slums.

He immediately threw out a money bag from his pocket, slowly closed his eyes, and did not speak again.

"This won't do, little brother.

"We, Brothers of Jack, are known to be fair and just. Each person can only pay his own tribute.

"These fifteen silver coins will be your protection fee for the next two months. hehehe."

Jack shook the heavy money bag in his hand and said with a wretched laugh.

Davis frowned, and a light flashed in his right hand.

This local hooligan dared to bully him?

If that was the case, he would die.

Just as he was about to kill the local hooligans in front of him, a middle-aged man dressed in overalls suddenly ran over from behind.

"Big brother Jack!

"Wharton has been captured by Kartoth's group!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly ran in front of Jack, gasping for air as his chest heaved up and down.

It was obvious that the middle-aged man in front of him was also chronically malnourished and did not have much physical strength.

Jack, who had a fat head and big ears and was in front of Davis, could not help but shake his head helplessly in his heart.

Wine and meat were smelly, and the roads were frozen to death. This was probably what he was looking at right?

"Hmm, what's going on?"

"Wharton was actually captured by those guys."

Jack frowned. Why would Kartoth suddenly capture the usually honest Wharton?

"It seems that Wharton went to the pawn shop and sold the dagger passed down in his family. On the way back with the money, Kartoth happened to see him and wanted to snatch it away, but Wharton refused to give it to him no matter what. This was what they taught him, and he was captured."

The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, recalling the scene at the corner of the street.

Wharton held tightly onto the silver coin in his arms, and was viciously beaten up by Kartoth and the others.

Blood was seeping all over the ground, and the scene was very bloody. This made the middle-aged man involuntarily tremble.

Emily, who was by the side, heard that her father, Wharton, had been brutally beaten up by Kartoth and the others. Her small hands tightly clutched Davis' lapels, and tears were already rolling down her eyes.

"He's been taken away, so be it."

Jack shrugged, shook his head helplessly, and prepared to leave.

"But Lord Jack, didn't we all pay you a protection fee..."

The middle-aged man subconsciously whispered.

Jack turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, smiling. "After paying the protection fee, we naturally have a reason to stand up for you, but the problem now is...

"Wharton hasn't paid us this month's protection fee yet.

"Let Wharton settle this matter by himself then. Hahahaha."

Jack adjusted the protection fee that Davis had given him and could not help but smile. He did not care at all about Wharton's life or death.

"Brothers, come drink with me."

Under the middle-aged man's furious gaze, Jack swaggered out of the dilapidated hut that Davis was currently in.

"Dad...

"Something happened to dad..."

Emily's eyes were red. At this moment, she could not hold it in anymore. Two streams of tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Her breathing was trembling. Her pitiful look made the middle-aged man feel helpless.

"Emily, don't cry.

"I'll ask the neighbors if they have any way to raise some money to redeem your dad."