Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
Sudden Attack

Bianco walks through the city of Nuchas. After exiting the alley of the bar and prostitution area, Bianco arrived at the main street of Nuchas. From a distance, Bianco saw the torero arena that he came with Beatris yesterday. The torero arena looks very large and gigantic, even though half the building has collapsed. Across the arena, there is a market with a bejubel seller. Formerly the area was a neat and slick shopping center. But ever since the malignos and the collapse of the economic system in Nuchas, the market has turned slum and full of criminal children.

Bianco could have bought the needs of his bar on the market, but the price offered there has soared higher than the original price. Moreover, the current crop of wine is not as good as it used to be. The vine in Nuchas no longer produces fresh, quality fruit. Instead of freshly picked grapes are very easy to rot so that the quality of the resulting drink is also bad. Even so, the visitors of the bar have never been concerned about it again. This land is cursed, and everyone knows it.

Bianco was already in the middle of the market crowd when suddenly a small child hit him. Bianco immediately turned wary. It was a cheesy trick of pickpocket boys to pick up his wallet containing pieces of money. The matted-haired boy who hit Bianco looked at the young man in annoyance. The boy just grumbled slowly and then ran away again. Bianco managed to save his treasure.

However, the next second, Bianco's body was suddenly pulled back. Bianco tried to rebel, but a large muscular arm ambushed his neck and pinned Bianco in the crowd. The young man had no power to resist. He could only look up to see a thick-bearded torero grinning at him. Next to him another torero also escorted the kidnapping.

Bianco wanted to scream for help. A knife was directed behind his back. The two torero did not allow Bianco to escape their clutches.

“Don't do much, Skinny. You must obey and follow us calmly,” furious torero who curled it in a low voice.

Bianco's throat ached as the torero dragged him by force. In his heart he regretted refusing Andres' offer to escort him that afternoon. He thought the torero accomplices of Carrian Belmonte would not act in the middle of a lot of people. Apparently they just used the situation to kidnap Bianco. They even used pickpocketed little boys who had managed to divert Bianco's vigilance.

“You can't do this to me. The Manolette family will not stay silent,” Bianco said in a choked voice.

The two torero had already managed to drag Bianco to a deserted place behind the market. There was no one in that place who could possibly help Bianco. The young man was entirely alone, fighting two men with bodies twice as big as him.

“We just need to get rid of you quickly. It won't hurt, though. We have no grudges against each other, right,” said one torero it was light.

Bianco's body was then thrown into the waterlogged muddy ground with a pungent odor. His whole body was dirty from the dirt. The two torero then squatted in front of him while grinning happily.

“We make sure it will kill you without pain,” he said half growled.

The next moment, a violent blow was aimed at Bianco's head. The young man raised his arm to protect his head. But the attack was then coupled with a kick from another torero, right about the rib Bianco.

The pain immediately whack his chest that was hit by a kick. Bianco tried to stay and put up a fight. But the second blow and kick torero it uterus strafe his body until he can no longer ditch. Bianco was cornered like a mouse caught in a trap.

While the two toreros were snuggling with laughter, Bianco curled up with both hands covering his head. His body was already heavily battered and in pain everywhere. Somehow longer his consciousness could stay awake, but he knew, once he lost consciousness, his life would also float. Therefore Bianco kept trying to survive, hoping that someone could help him. Hope almost made him desperate.

Unexpectedly, an arrow suddenly shot out and pierced through the head of one of the torero's. The burly man immediately fell down without realizing what had happened to him. His other friend was confused and searched the assailant in all directions in panic. Bianco who realized that the attack on his body stopped then looked up and saw the situation.

“Ekhtuya .. ?” bianco sighs with a face filled with blood. His head, nose and mouth were torn to pieces, spitting out fresh blood without stopping.

Ekthuya lowered his bow, then walked up to Bianco with an anxious face.

“You are seriously injured,” said Ekhtuya looking concerned.

“Ah ... I am good good .. sa ... ja ...” Suddenly Bianco's consciousness faded. The young man also fainted.

Bianco wakes up in his room. He lay weakly on his usual bed. The figure of Ekhtuya seemed to sit by his side carrying a dry cloth to wipe the sweat of Bianco that occasionally came out as the young man endured the pain.

“What happened,” erang Bianco with a raucous voice.

“Carrian's men kidnapped and beat you up Bianco. You were close to death when this Miss found you and brought you here,” said a voice very familiar to Bianco.

The young man turned his eyes to the end of the bed. There he saw Andres, Baltazar and Angelo who swarmed him with anxious expressions.

“You should have said it when I said I would accompany you to buy wine. I knew something like this would happen. You could die on the streets, Bian,” Cerocos Andres at length.

“Iya .. yes …. I'm sorry, Andres. And thank you, Ekhtuya, for saving me again. I owe you twice,” Bianco said as he tried to get out of bed. But the pain immediately invaded his body and made the young man undo his intentions.

“Stay lying. I've already applied the healing potion to your body. But even so, your wounds can still open if you move too much,” prevent Ekhtuya later.

Bianco complies and returns to lying down comfortably. “How long have I fainted?” tanyanya.

“More or less five hours,” replied Andres briefly.

Bianco was shocked. “Then it's about time we open the bar. I still keep a few bottles of wine in storage. We can spend the supplies first today,” said Bianco then get back out of bed.

He put aside the pain that plagued his body because he had to go back to work. Their bar wouldn't be able to operate without him. No one can make a drink other than Bianco.