"Compensation..."

As the afternoon sun shone in the west, Sakaki Makoto looked up at the azure sky, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared:

"How do you want me to compensate you?"

“It’s broken, it’s broken…”

Inside McDonald's, Kidd, who was leaning against the window and watching, opened his eyes wide:

"Something's going to happen!"

"Why don't you go and save them?!"

The girl's face flushed, and she waved her fist excitedly:

"Go out and beat them up!"

"I'm not talking about him, but the gangsters are going to be in trouble..."

Kidd's cheeks twitched twice.

After spending so much time with Makoto Sakaki...

He also figured out the other party's routine.

When Sakaki Makoto takes the initiative to follow your request and asks for money...

It usually means that he is in a very bad mood, like an active volcano that may erupt at any time.

Go and provoke him now...

Definitely not a wise choice.

"Of course I lost money!"

The hooligans thought he was scared and laughed wildly:

"Aren't yellow-skinned guys the richest?"

"A cigarette costs 1,000 dollars, that's pretty cheap!"

“Cheap, too cheap...”

"No! It's 1,000 knives per person! Because you have to compensate my brothers for their mental damages!"

"oops."

Sakaki looked at his wallet and sighed sadly:

“I don’t have that much money…”

"have no idea..."

Sudden!

The gangster felt someone grabbing his wrist, and then he felt a sudden pain in his lower abdomen!

Blood slid down the silver-gray blade, dripping, and scarlet flowers bloomed one after another on the concrete ground.

"How much is this knife worth?"

Sakaki Makoto looked at the thug who was completely dumbfounded with his mouth wide open, and said with a grim smile:

"If you don't answer, it's not enough."

Snap!

Snap!

The knife went in and out at an extremely fast speed, leaving a stain of blood every time it was pulled out.

Plop!

The gangster covered his stomach, and the glaring red color flowed out from between his fingers. He lay on the ground, and the severe pain made him unable to speak.

“Brother!!!”

The others came to their senses, sweating profusely, but no one dared to step forward.

They sensed an extremely dangerous aura from Sakaki Makoto.

It was as if encountering a sea monster in the absolutely dark deep sea.

Suffocating.

"Um..."

Sakaki turned around and wiped the blood off his black gloves with a handkerchief. Then he took out a cigarette and lit one:

"Why don't you speak?"

"He is your elder brother..."

"Don't you want revenge?"

The gangsters looked at each other, their expressions changed from bewilderment to ferocity. As if encouraged by him, someone shouted:

"Kill him!!!"

"Damn, they're actually starting a group fight!"

In the McDonald's restaurant, Kidd couldn't bear it anymore and stood up to rush out...

Suddenly someone pulled his sleeve.

"what?!"

"No... no need to go..."

The freckled boy swallowed and pointed out the window:

"It's over..."

With his eyebrows raised, Kidd thought:

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto shouldn't be that weak..."

"You can even capture me, so even if you can't 1v10, it shouldn't be a problem to hold on for a while!"

Then he looked toward the parking lot.

The thugs who were showing off their power just now fell down or pretended to be dead, lying on the ground.

There was a knife stuck in everyone's body.

From the location point of view...

Although it is not fatal, it can still lead to death from excessive blood loss if not treated for a long time.

At this moment, Sakaki Makoto was sitting on the stone steps, holding a cigarette in his mouth, grabbing a gangster's collar with his left hand, and holding the knife in his right hand against the man's neck. He asked with a smile:

"Where do those hooligans sell the stolen goods?"

"I don't have much time, so I hope you can be honest, okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes...at King's Chapel Cemetery on Liberty Avenue!"

The thug who didn't even deserve a name stammered out the whereabouts of the car thief:

"There is an alley behind the King's Chapel Cemetery. Usually no one goes there. Many people who steal cars will go there to trade!"

"If you don't hurry up, the motorcycle might be sold!"

“Harley is in great demand!”

The gangster obviously wanted Sakaki Makoto to bypass him, so he kept urging him.

Sakaki Makoto loosened his collar, confiscated the knife, and fulfilled his little wish.

King's Chapel Cemetery is located at the intersection of Tremont Street, not far from the parking lot where Makoto Sakaki is standing.

“The chapel is a great place...”

The smoke drifted away with the wind, and Sakaki Makoto walked towards the King's Chapel without looking back:

“And to say Mass.”

There are many ancient buildings in the vast city of Boston.

They are connected by a winding red line called the Freedom Trail.

For example, Boston Common, Massachusetts State House, Park Street Church, Granary Burying Ground, King's Chapel, King's Chapel Cemetery, etc...

2:20 pm.

Following the mottled and incomplete red line, Makoto Sakaki arrived at the King's Chapel.

The entrance of the chapel, made of colorful stone bricks, is surrounded by a person-high iron fence. Because it is open for visiting, many tourists gather around.

Following the gangsters' instructions, Makoto Sakaki bypassed the main entrance of the chapel and came to the cemetery on the side.

The brown soil is filled with crooked tombstones, and a few white holly trees are growing together, adding a touch of vitality to the gloomy cemetery.

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