In Jon's eyes, these people were full of flaws. They were holding knives and daggers in their hands, and they didn't look like they were going to attack him, but more like they were showing off.
Their bodies were either leaning back slightly or with their shoulders slumped, without even the most basic attacking posture.
In the eyes of these guys, they were enough to scare Jon just by relying on the weapons in their hands and their numbers.
But after a moment of stalemate, they saw Jon still standing there motionless.
The guy holding the dagger in the lead had a fierce look in his eyes, and the one with swollen eyes shook his head. In his opinion, although Jon was courageous in protecting his "girlfriend", he was really overestimating his own abilities.
"You're a damned bastard!" the man cursed.
"You're a wild dog who eats shit for food," Jon shot back.
"court death!"
The guy with yellow teeth stabbed upwards with a dagger, but Jon easily dodged it by stepping back and turning around.
Then he launched a series of horizontal and vertical slashes, which were all easily deflected by Jon.
The gangster was a little surprised. He looked at his accomplice behind him and shouted:
"What are you waiting for! Kill this bastard!"
"kil!"
"Son of a bitch, fuck him!"
The remaining few people rushed towards Jon, swearing and waving their weapons.
The guy who was standing some distance away from them also took out an exquisite knife from his arms and helped from behind.
Big Yellow teeth smiled cruelly. In his opinion, Jon's body movements were just agile, but he was unarmed and facing the siege of five or six people, he had no way out, and that was death.
Sansa screamed in fright when she saw so many people rushing towards Jon, but the scene that followed was something she would never forget.
She just knew that her illegitimate brother was indeed not weak, but she didn't expect Jon to be so strong.
The guy with yellow teeth who stood up to provoke Jon was kicked by Jon, and the dagger in his hand flew away.
As he screamed and covered his wrist, Jon had already used the spinning dagger in mid-air to quickly pass it across his neck.
From Sansa's angle, the light reflected from the dagger just entered her eyes, like an arc of lightning.
Yellow teeth covered his neck, feeling a little short of breathing and the strength in his body was constantly draining away.
When the dagger passed through his neck, Jon ignored him and rushed quickly towards the rest of the people.
Jon killed their leader so cleanly and neatly that they were a little scared, but Jon did not give them time to react. In the blink of an eye, he killed two more people with the dagger, and then threw it like a throwing knife, hitting one of them in the chest.
Four of the six people died in the blink of an eye, and now only a man with swollen eyes and a small fry surrounded by fear were left.
Jon judged from the clothes that the guy with puffy eyes should still be of some use, so after crushing the guy's throat, he thought about keeping him away.
Because Jon's movements were so fast, the people on the ground were not dead yet and were still struggling.
Before Sansa could react to her shock, Jon took the dagger from the trembling, swollen-eyed hand of Sansa.
Yes, it means taking rather than taking away.
With swollen eyes, he watched Jon pry open his fingers little by little, and then take the dagger whose handle was soaked with sweat from his hand.
He wanted to resist, but his body seemed to be frozen, completely out of his control.
He has not experienced such a tragic scene for more than ten years and no longer has the courage he had when he was young.
Or according to his experience, facing the young man in front of them, if they chose to resist, they would have a chance of survival.
The guys lying on the ground still gasping for breath are proof of this.
"Take us to where you live."
Jon took one look at his respectable attire and decided that he was not in the same group as the others. He thought that this guy should have a place to stay.
The appearance of these people made Jon realize that he could not wander around outside with Sansa alone, and he had to find a place to stay as soon as possible.
"Okay...Okay sir."
The man with swollen eyes responded and made a gesture of invitation.
Sansa hurried over, grabbed the corner of Jon's clothes, and followed behind tremblingly.
As for the corpses on the ground, Jon was not worried that they would become any clues. You know, during the tourney when Ned first came to King's Landing, a drunk even chopped off a prostitute's head and threw it into the Rainbow Spring, which was almost like a landmark building.
What is speechless is that there was no follow-up to this matter until the end of the martial arts competition.
So it's not that Jon looks down on Westeros' criminal investigation capabilities, it's just that they are too lame.
Compared to the two of them, Sansa was obviously feeling uncomfortable facing the corpses on the ground. After following Jon for a while, she couldn't help but dry-heaving.
Jon patted her back gently to calm her down, and the three of them continued on their way to Swollen-Eyed's residence. They had shown off enough, and it was time to show off their brotherly manners.
...
"What! They're all gone! You idiots, can't you even catch two little bitches?"
Cersei, furious, threw the quilt on the palace guard who came to report to her.
The crystal cup shattered on the armor of the palace guard in the red cloak.
Little Finger, who was also waiting for news, said:
"Your Majesty, the fire must have been man-made."
"So what?"
"That means our Hand of the King may not have gone far." Littlefinger concealed the displeasure caused by Cersei's stupidity and explained: "The city gates are closed. Maybe someone took Sansa and Arya away, but they are probably still in the city."
"But I want Ned now!"
"Let Sterling take his men to search around King's Landing and close all the ports!"
After hearing Littlefinger's explanation, Cersei immediately gave orders.
Soon, a garrison of thousands of people immediately moved towards the main traffic arteries around King's Landing.
Joffrey also woke up from his sleep at this time. When he learned that Ned had escaped, he immediately took Sandor, his guard "The Hound", to find Cersei excitedly.
"Mother, let me bring Ned back with my own hands!"
It has to be said that although Joffrey is only thirteen years old, he is taller than other people of the same age, and is nearly 1.75 meters tall.
Even after being nourished by ginseng, Jon was only less than two inches taller than him.
After all, he has good genes from his parents, so he looks very handsome.
"No, you are the king now, just let Sterling do it."
"Mother, why doesn't he want to swear allegiance to me? Isn't he known as my father's best brother? In my opinion, he just thinks I'm young and he doesn't respect me!"
"Yes, my Lord, the Hand of the King wants the guy on Dragonstone to be king."
Littlefinger said.
"Dragonstone? Stannis? That guy always likes to put on a sour face. Next year, the taxes on Dragonstone will be doubled!"
Joffrey waved his hand and said angrily.