Chapter 305 The First Item
Fuck fuck fuck!
Lyle was running wildly in the alley, cursing in his heart. Behind him were four or five Rhine Knights who were chasing him relentlessly.
Lyle really wanted to tell the guys behind him that they were chasing the wrong guy. Although he was a thief, he hadn't gotten anything yet. He was discovered after just sneaking around in the carriage. You should chase the guy who had already gotten what he wanted!
However, Lyle also knew that those people would never believe him in this situation. He was like mud in his pants, and if he slowed down a little, he would be caught up immediately. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen to a grown man like him if he was caught up by the Rhine people, so he could only run as fast as he could.
…It’s all because of that guy!
Lyle was referring to the colleague who had put him in this situation. He recognized that guy because it was that guy who sold Lyle the intelligence tonight.
But what Lyle didn't expect was that the guy not only sold him information, but also wanted to sell him out!
After I get out of this, I will definitely kill that guy...
"Puchi."
Lyle felt a sharp pain in his right leg. He subconsciously lowered his head and found that his right leg had been pierced by a holy arrow.
So he fell to the ground with a thump and rolled forward seven or eight times.
He wanted to get up and continue running, but he failed after several attempts, and the pursuers had already caught up with him.
"Wait, wait!" Lyle quickly raised his hands and begged for mercy, "This has nothing to do with me. I didn't steal your things!"
The pursuer had already walked in front of him. After hearing this, he sneered: "Do you think we are fools?"
"No, no, no, it's true. I didn't lie to you! I did want to steal, but I haven't succeeded yet!" In order to survive, Lyle had no choice but to tell the "truth" and opened his backpack to show the pursuers, "Look, there's nothing in here, only my own things."
"Oh, you still dare to sell stolen goods?"
"I'm not selling stolen goods! How can I have the time to sell stolen goods? You've been chasing me since the beginning, and you never stop!" Lyle begged, "Please let me go. I was also harmed by that guy. He threw me out to attract your attention...ah, yes, yes, that's right, he was the one who gave me this news!"
Seeing that Lyle pushed all the blame onto another person, the pursuers naturally didn't believe it. However, after checking Lyle's backpack, they indeed did not find the lost goods in the carriage, and they couldn't help but frown.
"Really? It's all that guy's fault! He planned everything. I'm just a victim!" Lyle kowtowed to the pursuers. "Please let me go! As long as you let me go, all my goods... will be given to you."
Lyle almost gritted his teeth when he said the last half sentence.
After all, the backpack contained all his belongings, but he was also very clear that any hesitation at this moment would be like putting the lid on his coffin, so he absolutely could not hesitate.
Even if Lyle decided to sacrifice everything he had, he would still be a joke in the eyes of his pursuers.
"Haha, you're already in our hands, and you still want to bargain?" The pursuer lowered his head and whispered in Lyle's ear, "How dare you attack us... Do you know who we are?"
Lyle's heart tightened. He knew this was the most crucial thing, so he pretended to be confused and said, "Aren't you just an ordinary caravan?"
Yes, more important than the goods is the identity of these people.
Although everyone in the black market knew that the Rhine Church itself was the biggest "black businessman" and that drug trafficking and kidnapping were easy to come by, the Rhine believers did not know that. Their glory could not tolerate a single speck of dust, let alone darkness like the present.
Therefore, if Lyle wanted to survive, he could only insist that he didn't know the other party's identity.
but……
The pursuer laughed: "Haha, you still have some brains."
Hearing this, Lyle thought he had done the right thing and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he heard the pursuer continue talking.
"Unfortunately, there aren't many." The pursuer said leisurely, "There's no point in playing dumb. We all know you know our identities."
"I..." Lyle gritted his teeth, "I really don't know."
The pursuer said with a half-smile: "Then I can tell you."
Lyle was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to cover his ears, but the pursuer had already said, "We are Rhine."
There was a brief silence.
Lyle's mouth opened wider and wider, and then he realized something. He stood up suddenly and tried to escape, but was knocked down by the Rhine Knight.
"There's no need for you to play dumb." The Rhine Knight said leisurely, "Once we catch you, your fate is already determined. Don't forget that we are the Orthodox Church. It is our duty to execute you black marketeers."
"No, no, no!" Lyle shouted, "Don't kill me! I can take you to find the person who actually stole your things! I can take you to find him! As long as you don't kill me!"
"Haha, it's better to trust myself than to trust you old liars." The Rhine Knight seemed to not want to get entangled with Lyle anymore, and turned to the people behind him and said, "Get rid of him, clean it up, and let's go find that guy."
"Okay, boss!"
A strong male voice that sounded familiar to Lyle came from behind the Rhine Knight. He raised his head suddenly and saw a burly man walking towards him with a ferocious look.
It was the fat sheep with a pointy head that he had been looking for during the day.
A last glimmer of hope rose in Lyle's desperate heart. The Rhine Knight didn't want to take action against him and leave any evidence, so he handed the matter of dealing with him to the strong man, the reserve sheriff. Lyle had already seen the intelligence of this strong man during the day, so... he still had a chance to survive!
So after the Rhine Knight left, Lyle immediately said to the strong man in a low voice: "Good man, please spare my life. I can give you all my things. Don’t you want Visas’ body parts? I still have two of His fingers and the foot you saw during the day in my backpack..."
Before he could utter the word "toes", Lyle suddenly felt his body lighten. It turned out that the strong man grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
The two men stared at each other, the sturdy man's eyes full of ferocity.
"You damned black marketeer, you actually dared to lie to me! You really think I won't kill you, right? I've been looking for you for a whole day!"
You've been looking for me all day?!
Lyle suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and then he saw the strong man raised his other hand, which was holding a small, bloody toe.
Judging from the shape of the toe, it was the one that Lyle had tried to sell to the strong man during the day but failed.
"You bastard deserves to be cut into pieces!" the strong man said through gritted teeth, "Do you recognize it? This is the body part of Visas you mentioned!"
Lyle was confused: "I, I don't think I sold it to you..."
"Nonsense! You didn't sell it!" the sturdy man cursed, "I took it when you weren't paying attention. You idiot, haven't you noticed it yet?!"
Lyle was stunned.
After he separated from the strong man during the day, all his attention was focused on the two fingers, and he didn't notice that the toe was touched away by the strong man.
He never expected that this pointy-headed guy could actually steal things.
Of course, what I didn’t expect was…
Lyle, who was lifted up, lowered his head and looked at the strong man's feet, and then found that there was bright red blood on the tip of his right shoe.
He actually accepted it!!!!
Lyle didn't know what to say anymore.
It would be fine if the business was not done, but the goods were stolen. It would be fine if the goods were stolen, but this person used them. It would be fine if he used them, but he was caught.
Lyle couldn't imagine what would happen to him anymore, and could only shout in despair: "Mercy, mercy! I really didn't mean to lie to you, I just didn't know which one was fake, really, really, please believe me! The other two must be real!"
"Oh? The other two must be real, right?"
Lyle was already panicking, stammering and not knowing what to say, but the sturdy man asked his men to open Lyle's backpack and take out the two fingers.
"Since these two are real, prove it to me."
"Proof?"
"Yeah, didn't you say these two were real?" The sturdy man came up to Lyle and repeated word by word, "Then prove it to me... in person!"
Before Lyle could figure out the meaning of "personally", the burly man pulled out a dagger and stabbed him.
With a "click" sound.
Lyle's thumb was chopped off by the strong man and blood was gushing out.
“Aaaaaaah!”
He screamed and tried to take his hand back, but the sturdy man's other two younger brothers held him down tightly and pushed the severed finger hard against the broken end of his thumb.
"Come on, prove it to me!" the strong man shouted, "Prove that this finger is real! Then take away Visas' power and kill us all, come on!"
Lyle was speechless, and another younger brother said with a smile: "Brother, you cut off the wrong finger. This severed finger is obviously not the thumb."
"Oh, really?" The sturdy man pretended to be surprised. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I even made a mistake. Let's try again. Let me see which finger this is..."
The sturdy man looked at the obvious middle finger and showed an even more cruel expression.
"It looks like the little finger."
As he spoke, he raised his knife again and cut off Lyle's little finger. The sturdy man continued to stab the wound with the severed finger.
Lyle was about to pass out from the pain, and he knew that these guys would never let him go. He collapsed and yelled, "You idiots! Kill me if you dare, fuck...Ahhhhhhhh!"
Fingers were also cut off.
"Don't be impatient!" The strong man shouted excitedly and fiercely, "You haven't obtained the power of Visas yet! Um... I made a mistake just now. It seems to be another finger. Just hold on. You will get the power of Visas soon."
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Lyle roared in despair in his heart.
Why is he so unlucky?! Why did he end up like this before he got anything?! Why was he tortured by others instead of being the one to torture others?!
In fact, he also knew the answer because he had no power.
Yes... it's all because he has no power. If he had power, he would have a higher position in the black market and would have been able to get more information. Then the one being used as bait tonight would not be him, but his colleague. If he had power, this pointy-headed bastard would never have done this to him. He would have been the one pulling out this guy's fingers.
If only he had the power, then everything would be different.
If someone could give him such power, then he...
"Oh?" At this moment, a teasing voice sounded in his mind, "Are you thirsty for power?"
Lyle was stunned.
"Oh, sorry." The sturdy man who chopped off five of Lyle's fingers in a row and was stabbing the broken end of the last middle finger with the severed fingers laughed grimly, "This is the last one. Why haven't you obtained Visas' power yet? Isn't it this hand? Yes, it must be like this. Don't worry, I'll help you get another one."
As he said this, the sturdy man prepared to pick up the severed finger.
But at this time he found that... he couldn't lift it, so he subconsciously loosened his hand, and then found that the broken finger was just connected to the broken part of Lyle's hand, as if it had grown out newly.
The sturdy man's eyes widened little by little.
…
When Lyle opened his eyes again, there were three corpses in front of him.
The sturdy man who had been torturing him before fell in a pool of blood like a dead dog, his wide-open eyes full of fear, exactly the same reaction as Lyle's current one.
What happened?!
Lyle subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his right hand.
The right hand, whose fingers had been chopped off by the strong man, was now intact, as if everything that had happened before was just his illusion.
But he knew it was not an illusion...
Lyle stared at the middle finger, a terrible guess welled up in his heart, so he swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat and spoke in a trembling voice.
"You... No, you helped me?"
The teasing voice sounded in my mind again: "What do you think?"
Lyle opened his mouth, and in an instant countless thoughts surged through his heart, and various emotions flashed in his eyes.
At this moment he had many doubts in his mind, but he didn't ask anything. He just slowly bent down and knelt in a pool of blood.
"Please grant me strength." He said word by word, "Lord Visas!"
…
In the hotel room, Bai Wei leaned on the windowsill and looked into the distance with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
The first gift has been given away, and now it’s time to give the second one.
Bai Wei stretched and went to bed.
And on the windowsill where he had sat, there were two boxes of the same size, lying there quietly.
(End of this chapter)
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